empty head blues ( lyric )

 

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never felt more like lying,
everything is sad and gone.
policeman asks me why i’m
living, tell him that ride’s
too long.

po-man, he says, buddy,
you can’t stay in this town.
say to the man, my daddy
is jesus. you can’t push me
around.

i’ve got the empty head,
post-apocalypse blues.
no matter what i say,
it don’t seem true to you.
tell you i love you,
got to say i hate you too.

simple done

 

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simple done is
you’ve begun your
bitter dance,
you fall, you laugh,
hesitate,
seem to contemplate,
like someone old.

a reflection shows me
watching you
watch him watch her
watch you,
like you were the
mirror in a whore
house, inside a pill
box; under berlin
when it ended.

fear, it mothers us,
nurses our awakening
sensuals, unfolding
the scrotum
into mandibles
and cock to cream.

dancing on the moon,
reflecting willowettes
in silhouettes of raven black,
as you rise and turn,
fall,
to the slow spinning light
of her hidden boy.

 

 

narcissis

 

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revery, that old slang grope
down memory;
like a bottle thrown onto
the land from
lavender, the silhouette of
clouds; i float in
dayglow.

white-blood
shuffles, fluff ing around…
dive down to
the hidden
ruins of kouros,
shredded rocks, they look like
memories… look
like me.

how do we run
away from
love,
alive, alone,
dork rimbauds
on instagram.

inside this bottle
here’s a note from
some lost soul inside some sea from
long ago, instead of lost from me.
and comets roll in comic books,
but mountains play,
and
nothing’s ever meant to be until
it looks like you.

 

 

 

john 1963

sundeck boys

we were tom sawyer
to huck the rainbow. seemed to me.

now, so long later
i’m moses leading you
through the dead sea.

when we were, john, the
way we were,
is what’s what, beats in frisco,
and,
you told me it was
what’s between my legs
that made us men.

i confess i was too young
to be so free, call me by my name.
but, here we were,
out on the road,
highway one,
midnight up medocino,
empty road
and in your mouth
i find myself
finding you.

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inside myself i’m not my own,
i wave and look. you’re more of me
then even i,
and, you will live
and i must die.

i’ve never lived,
i’ve never died.

the turk blue underwave,
the soft exterior, of,
let me tell,
the white froth foam of
manifold, the living ocean. i swim to
see, i drown in hope;
i swim my fate,
my empty sea.

cold shelter

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i know,
or, need,
i know inside of
mystery, the logic territory of
clamping dreams,
i smile, vocalize a song of
meeting, on a hollow
in december in the mountains
of your in spite of me.

the winter sun
stands pale, weak,
the winter elf
proposes greetjng, sensing the
dawn, in his silver tent… what
shall i dick, do?

the elf is real
shattering the
dead sky with what-you-say
rattles and cak-cakx.

the sun is dying,
it’s nature in motion,
it never ends.
the ringing bell
and children’s barks,
it all comes round,
but not again:
the sun is motion. notjing is broken.

now i need is
how i know you — movement,
as you cigarette or flick
away my insittee… intensity…
of grown kept child. whipped,
fashioned, dragged:
‘do yee like mee?’

simple quilight

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simple quilight,
what is pleasing —
arc sharp soft swallow
scours the lake pond;
dreamy whirlsong
whispers his wing.

hushlight evening,
i hear you sing…the golden piano owl…
sounding like willow
under my pillow. i fly,
roam, alone, a playrunt
viking; far from home,
i dreamt of debussy.

the dog

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here’s a dog all fright’d up
inside his owners feet,
barking at these cats and
chicks around the fast food,
what’s wrong…

too many dreams,
hair creams busted geodes;
they bin like woofs,
if woofs was pink and cu’n’t
tok.

le sacre

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gym boat slipping under
your bed shirt
running over
a magnet
retraction,
wake me.

sky ship floating up to mars,
we pause and laugh at
jupiter
and his candy ganymede.
we’re reality,
never stole,
never lie, always gravity, grey

corpse,

gray seal,
neptune,
reminding we’re
only dogs who swim and die.

black pillow
over my breath…
will i see you? when
he carries me
to that fifth  sun?