Ladies and Gentlemen

                              I
I sleep across the river in a tent of a friend's.
I wake up when I do,
I do not sleep in.

At nighttime I roam the city.
I eat the scraps, leftovers,
Little bits and pieces.

Always there is a kind word and a gesture,
The people abound,
All kinds of names.

Gentlemen
    and
  Ladies

I am on top as the Tower is crumbling,
Teach me the basics.

Remember right now and remember the feeling of right now,
Do not forget, teach me this:

Patience.

Remember this moment and ferment the feeling of this moment,
Do not forget again, because something caught my eye,

A little flicker of a fire,
Or a little gleam of light,

Golden.

How is this?
In love I am surrendered,
And in love is where I stay.

I remember those few before me,
Footsteps to follow
All along the way,

For now,

I sit in coffee shops as is the custom,
Written books and talking men.

I hear their stories,
I know them.

At nighttime we drink as we desire and do whatever we can,
Fire men.

Imperfect and impermanent, but we dance.
Imperfect and impertinent yes, but we sing.

Together is better then alone,

Let the one who knows show the way.
Use these hands and I will use our strength
And then we trade,

So I can follow your footsteps,
I want to trace you as you lay,
And hear the breath that you're controlling first enter and then escape.

Remember this moment and the feeling it's holding
So we don't let anything go to waste.

Now, tell me joy and sing for glory,
Key of Bb, key of G.

Let me touch your sadness,
Use a minor or maybe d.

It makes the slightest difference,
But in the end it's all the same.

We sang A song that Someone wrote,
And it was gracious, amazing every note.

                              II
Who can remember all the porches, living rooms,
The basements, groups of people,
The common homes.

Capricious overtures,
Perfect tone.

But I know the way:
Renunciation.

I am love,
I will the song.

I spoke the Word
First.

         Precedence, always remember this, know well the difference
                              because the friend is not separate
                                         from me and you.

Worn out shoes, I wear my boots.
I dress in the style of whatever is in fashion,

Truth be true,
I do not mind,

My love is arrived,
And I am man alive.

                              III
"In the room the women come and go,
Talking of Michelangelo."

A perpetual state of leaving and arrival,

Bound for glory,
And right on time

And oh, how the engines whine!
Separation implying unity,

The moment when you die,
"That is the one action

(And the time of death is every moment)."

As soon as I leave
I have arrived.

And what compares,
Each part to the whole?

Of course not, but
Intellect and reason,

The foundation of experience,
As they say in likeness,

As above, so below.

Multiply everyone with each other and then do the math,
It's grand and seriously, the possibilities are endless.

                              IV
I get caught up in the heat of the moment,

The pounding emotion,
An endless array

Of ceaseless commotion
And tireless play.

Day after day
The shape is never broken,

Protean formula,
Rubric of clay.

The will to the wind
Whispering hello, hello again

My dear friend,

Silence.

                              V
Dire is the fortune men told me,
Let the birds eat me when I am dead.

Auspice Christo

Tare: the fury.

One tear drips,
Now jack be nimble
And jack be quick,

Stay awake
Through the night
With a candlestick.

And I tear this seam from end to end,
Any scene
Within this splinter,

Broken backs are born to it.

I've long felt the call of this fissure,
Tiny island
Of durress.

Felt that coal burn tides of winter,
Tidy island,
Force of men.

Time spills so send me swimming sister,
Ocean island,
House of rest.

And clams baked into the ocean's tide,
Minds break down slow decline.
I've only just a minute more of time,

So I stew and succor,
Slow decline.
Smooth and supple,
Strong and fine.

To denote this revision,
Demonstrative tone.

Tell them all of quick submersion,
Baptized in my own home.

Emerging spindles tokens like a delicate tome.

And Tom told me,
He sent the mail,
Of a mountain's secret,
The Sangraal.

How to get my feet to find her,
The one who'll tell!

I say this lance a burdon,
Broken king Fish,
Evil spell.

Yet these eyes can soon be proctor,
Middle diamond,
Camel's field.

I fell wild forests in just my passion,
Prayed this spinstress
Would show the trail.

Her mind is often active,
A stoic symbol
In one so frail.

Where is it? Monsalvant!
Give me peace
And tell.

But lo, I've succomb
To a ghastly jail.
This twisted demon,
This evil sail,
Part mine and part this spell maid.
Born to run dear,
Born from hell!

What God would make such a mistress
Cornerstone?
Born from one
And unto ten.
Part mine and part this fixture's.
Born from one
And unto them.

Our Saviour is a commoners fare.
I look at them
Through eyes of aether,
Am struck with wonder most severe.

That salvation is just misfortune.
I know that Christ is perfect
And we are one to all who care,
But his death can be your burden,
Trade it in now time to kill.
Trade broken habits to destruction,
Trade within the fire's stare.
All death is one to function, give me that,
The purest fare.

Light my mind in earnest
In order to hear
The tolling bell.

I've watched wisdom burning,
I've seen the tale's tell.
I hope and I am worthy,
This death will be your sail.

Yonder Mountain awaits.

The Damage Done

How many dreams have been destroyed through drugs,
By people?
Desire and restlessness.
What happens in the dead of the night
That stays,
Cold?
Well, aderol and heroin,
Molly and meth,
Maybe even mushrooms.
Yes, even the mighty revealer
Can be used for naught.

Drugs used to be the healer,
Look again.
I know I thought,
I'm seeking for certain,
Lift up this cloth and see
Behind the curtain.

Impertinent children,
Animal law.

Old Friends

T.S. Eliot and Allen Ginsberg
Speak to me as if old friends
Who knew me well.

The secret will knows no presumptions,
Perpetual angelus,
The familiar function.

What could bring me back again?
Who can really tell?

I've fallen gently forward,
Sit in time
And time be still.

I'm a traveler,
Future foraging
For something

I would say,
Can only mention.
The truth speaks louder still.

I laugh for attention
And marvel at my inventions
Like a headstrong child.

If only I could be quiet and uncaring,
The way to move a mountain.

Querry,

Speak to me,
Tell me anything,

Truth-speak;
You know, and I know
Exactly what I mean.

For Love of Men

As time slowly turns and bends and winds,
I am become more and more like wine.
It is as if I am here just to ferment.
I cannot even express, but I bet

First I grew like a grape on the vine
Sunshine, sunshine.
I was plucked with the bunch in my prime
Soon to be mashed and stomped underfoot,

Remove the pulp from the juice.
The self to refine
In a dangerous process,
Pushed me close to life.

And on the edges of death
I would balance my breath
Against dawn's banner beckoning
And the sifting tides of Mem.

Mother letter, give me sweet death
One last caress, I'm waiting for your breath.

I felt the faintest whisper
(Aleph, Heh, Mem)
Against the callous hands of men,
Legs crossed like the hanged man.

Shifting sands, a paupers sense
Has merely told me what I'm holding,
Light abounds inside this breast;
The stuff of stars

Pouring,
Invasive.

The mask held up,
The prison's jest.

I grew up
On children's stories,

For love of craft
And love of men

I see no difference,
One is likened to the next.

Now patience grows up
Each year morphing,

Slowly time it turns and bends.
Proteus forming

While I ferment.
Yod Heh Aleph Mem,

All glory.

The Crown

I would write
Another piece to master,
But I pass that over
And gaze at the mantle.

A figure,
Kethir.

One above all.
One for all and unto them.

Now venture,
And gain some capital.

What I Know

And what to play,
Some grave mischief?
Don't tell me what I know, I know.
But right now, I'm all ears
And the cats
Got my
Tongue.

And what is there to write?

This is silence.

One Afternoon I Almost Could Mention the Sunshine

One afternoon I
Almost could mention
The sunshine.

I lie down on the grass,
A looking glass appears.

I gave way,
Gravel would tell
But one afternoon
I almost could mention
A hill
Top beside me
Or a mound of correction.

Hiding above the towers of conception,
A designation.

But one afternoon
I fell down
A dimension.

Now, shoot and shimmy your way up and out
Of a silly little chimney or a mountain to mount.

Sizable summit,
Tiny little mound.

And I shout.
I would but fall down
At a sight,
Or a sound,

But one afternoon
As I lay on the ground
I hear Japanese spoken
And wonder about
The little boy
And his mother
As their lips now pronounce
In a language
I don't get
But can sort of
Sound out.

Trade it forward,
Find a route.

Fortune will find you.

Like one afternoon
As I am,
Lie on the ground.

Whisper: glory glory,
Praises aloud.

I fall down and would shout
But nothing comes out.

Progress pervading
My home in the clouds,

Fortunate quarters,
Fortune is found.

Fostered.