Bit of play...

Man dressed in black suit: Gentlemen, this was to be expected, after all he’s been a medium all his life.

Group Chants: Lock them out and block the door
Bar them out forever more
Nook them out
Lock is mine
And door is mine
Three times three to make up nine
Change the lock and change the door
Smear them out forever more
Curse go back
Curse go back
Back with double pain and lack
Curse go back
Curse go back
Back with double fear and flack
Silver arrow through the night
Silver arrow take thy flight
Silver arrow seek and find
Cursing hark and cursing mine

#1

I wrote your fading movie
Left all the words you think developed
Pouring in the resistance message
And cutting dirty film here
And takes daringly close
From vulnerable honesty to organ a leaky life fold
Takes action against time
This is the mien caper
And take inexorably
Scattering board books
Ripping film flakes
Shatter the theatre, the oven
Your two-bit dirty learn to wall green
The theme explodes directly from moochville
Poison techniques drop
You will take back to the sky
That retort branch to Italian air
This is your last
Are you serious?
Stand clear
You missed the tee
You get much too speed
Moving out
Cutting layout
Lined flags covered with control
Thought
Feeling
Don’t go ‘cause john can
Cancer piss
And you Mr. D who under the name of thathom Sabbath Eden
Summoned the machine armed subliminal level
Maniable disaster of nova
We beat in
Dismantle your miserable ship bodies

Start of play...

Kid, what are you doing over there with the thugs and the apes? Why don’t you straighten out and act like a man? After all they’re only human cattle, you know that yourself. I hate to see a bright young man fuck off and get on the wrong track. Sure, it happens to all of us one time or another. I been saying this to boys sitting in the same spot you are, listening to what you’re listening to now, 25 years ago. They straightened out, the same way you’re going to straighten out. You can’t deny yourself kid, and you can’t walk out on lifetime change. There’s just no place to go.

Intervals

Trial at ten minute intervals
Arbitrary intervals
Mined cosmetics
Tracked down in time
Close B&M
Transvestite airline
Demonic 5th floor
Basic paper
United cosmetics
Uranium limited
Love those radio
Allied drugs
Martin changed
Lazarus pharmaceuticals
Sell fifty thousand units and arbitrary intervals

It's all in the eyes of a dreamer
It's all in the eyes of a man
All the things we've done in life
And all the thing we've planned
Is the world as sad as it seems?
Where are men's hopes?
Where are men's dreams?
All the songs have been sung
Al the saints have been hung
The wars and cries have been wailed
All the people have been jailed
In the eyes of a dreamer
In the eyes of a man
And you are the man

some notes on the word and the way

They are right; my life is too easy the way I live it, but then I'm not trying to find god. I now find people amusing rather than disgusting (I am weakening) and although I still have days of depression and nights of depression my writing does not malfunction. Readers always expect growth but at this time just holding (the fort, haha) seems miraculous to me. The ability to relax - at times - in a decaying society might not mean I am the victim of spiritual rape. Evenings behind blinds, neither rich nor poor. Madness will arive on schedule. I don't seek solutions - just large spaces between not knowing and not wanting to know.

a very dramatic man

vellors always hid the knife in the bushes
when he got read to fight
then if the guy started to duke him down
he'd go for the steel.
he had this guy down last week,
stuck him in the leg,
the guy was moaning,
"oh my god, you've stuck me in the leg..."
and vellors had the knife across his throat
and he said, "i'm going to chop your head off!"
then vellors girlfriend drove past in her car and stopped
and screamed,
"don't do it, vellors, i beg you, i beg you,
don't kill that man!"
"i'm gonna chop his head off!" screamed vellors.
"vellors, vellors! don't do it, and get away before
the police get here! the police are coming!"
vellors got up and ran down an alley.
i saw him a couple of days ago.
"good thing," he said, "my girlfriend stopped me
or i woulda chopped his head off, hehehehehe..."
vellors like that sort of thing.
he was very dramatic.
someday he is going to do it
if he hasn't already dont it. meanwhile, we are
good friends.

At age 16 he wants to kill himself all the time. He felt alienated at school. He would see others and he felt nothing in common. They were so mean to him, it would make your teeth ache. It would make you want to hack off one of their arms and beat the others to death with it. He thought that in death he might find a home. Maybe he wouldn't be so lonely and full of sadness. He was tired of the way he was feeling. Every day was torture. One day he went home and shot himself in the head. He left no note.

For years she wanted to die. It seemed anything she said prompted her husband to hit her. She had three kids. One of them was retarded. One of the other children tried to fix its face with a screwdriver held over the stove. Her husband rarely worked. She had to bring home the family's money. One day she was walking to work and got hit by a car.

He went to school. His teacher got in his face because he was late, third time this week. He pulled out a gun and put five shots' into the teachers guts. He walked out of the building and into the sunlight. It was going to be a great day.

A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket
wishbone of desire
decry the metal fox

A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling and bubbling.
The paper face.
Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.

He had been brainwashed for 4 hours.
The LT. puzzled in again
"ready to talk"
"No sir" - was all he'd say.
Go back to the gym
Very peaceful
Meditation

Air base in the desert
looking out venetian blinds
a plane
a desert tower
cool cartoon

The rest of the world
is reckless and dangerous
Look at the
Brothels
Stag films
Exploration

Great screaming christ
Upsy Daisy
Lazy Mary will get you up
upon a Sunday morning

"The movie will begin in 5 minutes"
The mindless Voice announced
"All those unseated, will await
The next show"

We filled slowly, languidly
into the hall. The auditorium
was vast, and silent.
As we were seated and were darkened
The Voice continued:

"The program for the evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment thru and thru.
You've seen your birth, your
life and death; you might recall
all the rest (did you
have a good world when
you died?) - enough to
base a movie on?"

An iron chuckle rapped our
minds like a fist.

I'm getting out of here
Where are you going?
To the other side of morning
Please don't chase the clouds
pagodas, temples

Her cunt gripped him
like a warm friendly
hand.

"It's all right.
All your friends are here."

When can I meet them?
"After you've eaten"
But I'm not hungry
"O, we meant beaten"

Silver stream, silvery scream
impossible concentration.

Here come the comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance
and indian mile

Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone

Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble a walking sticks

Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so

I'll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman

But I'll charge
Won't get away
without lodging a dollar

Shall I say it again
aloud, you get the point
No food without fuel's gain

I'll be, the irish loud
unleashed my beak
at peak of powers

O girl unleash
your worried comb

Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind

She smells debt
on my new collar

Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession

It is quick to admit
Fast borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them

Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For scandalous life

Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke

Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat

Blood Blood Blood Blood
They are making a joke
of our universe

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, the myths from all ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war]

We need great copulations

The fathers are cackling in the trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the see

Do you know we are being lead to the slaughter by placid animals?

Do you know we are ruled by the T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast

O great creator of being
Grant us one more hour
To perfom our art
And perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly devine and dying
We live, we die and death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus groin grot filled with green death

(I touched her thigh and death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propogate our lust for life
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers are allowed to run free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts we were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine
(Dying on the vine)

resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's
We sundome and the night

Give us a creed
To believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in
The night

Give of colour
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me and you

and for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed

Trouble decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee

We used to believe
in the good old days
We still recieve
In little ways

The things of kindness
and unsporting brow
Forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a schoolbook
Did you know madmen are running our prisons
withing a jail, withing a gaol
within a white free protestant
Maelstrom

We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something that's already found us

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
and love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoners screams
and muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on the foreheads of walls of trust
This is just a jail for those who must
get up in the morning and fight for such

unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury and pout
ravings for a mad
staff

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South

Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(and where were you in our lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood meal
for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes to death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for
like scaring over-friendly guests you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders as smooth as raven's wings

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until the other jaw reveals incest
and lose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family

Matchbox
Are you more real than me
I'll burn you and set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget