December 18, 2005

'The Capricorn on the cob' poems:

There is joy at last to tell!
More than doubt can swallow
the birds of carnival whose shape flies like mask
will be out of sight tomorrow
fate arrives like ribbon streams and says
that fortunes follow
when the higher mind is full of dreams
and the little mind
is hollow

If words over state
what then underplays?
Silence
although in most states
silence underpays

Sons of God
Sons of bitches
stole all of my money
(though I kept the riches)

Some call it insomnia
though it's only in truth
a wakeup call for more of the work
which must be done.

Bloop bloop
Gulp gulp
A fishes' first words
waiting for a drop of drizzle
and mouth shut to avoid the sizzle

The problem with a fish dropping out of school
is that the others follow, starting every time a new school
all over again

A whale stranded on the beach
in his last gasps this thought:
'bloody mermaids,
they all want the perfume
but no one has
the spare room'

An octopus was feeling less than octo
after the hammerhead became
the only procto
the visit is never easy at best
one porthole and eight arms aching
and only seven days to rest

A sword fish digging for clams
comes up with a terrible sneeze
now Mrs Swordfish can't be sure
if she's still as eager to please

Said Starfish to a startled Turtle:
'Falling stars fall into the sea
cursing their fate bitterly,
until they begin to settle
then loan themselves
to seahorses as they're
learning how to saddle'
Turtle remembered as little one
when learning how to paddle
that Starfish would give a nudge
the heavens spat out anchors
so that the sea would never budge
and that those stars, once mad at moons,
would let drift away their grudge

Never has a Dolphin seen
a man she couldn't move
and never has a Shark seen
the remnants of a glove
and not covered his mind in blood
for Dolphins man is a stranded sailor
for Sharks man is just food

Mermaids
singing to the Coral
their glow arrives from this procedure
choirs form because they need ya
to witness the birth of worlds
in fragments from their voices
the rest is left to choices
which blocks to use for building
and which to use for stumbling
and with a mindset towards the latter bricks
to start those stones a'tumbling

Had Neptune waited for time
to grant him the key to the shore
the clock would still be
wet with sweat, stifled
by the weight at its door
there is only so much heat
that time can take before
naturally it begins to expand
and blow to hell all previous plans
which fall through time like grime
through cracks
and like fresh dimes through fat cushions
(and always found by the same child that just moments
Before you were shushing – 'shhhh'
I'm on the phone!)
Neptune had Midas make a throne
while his touch was still in hand
then carved his boundaries
into the earth
when he was exiled
from the land

Plankton
a bunch
for breakfast and for lunch!
But dinner requires more
and this is why the first fish
began to walk ashore

O the flavanoids and crystals in your love!
It drips on me like bacon fat
and nestles in where old lovers sat
and brings me to a boil
it fattens up my thermostat
and drenches it in oil

Will I ever receive
the lion mind
who need only sniff
the air
to know that JAH
is passing there

I followed her down to the steps of the sea
with no intention of raping her
though I sidled up to the wedge
that it would be I and not barnacles scraping her
who know that her last breaths
would be measured out
between ankle lapping waves and shot ringing out
and limply, as a scarf dashes out
across a rushing wind
there were no doubt that I'd be framed
my love condemned
and my window of opportunity shamed

Praise!
It guarantees a raise

We are here and
the shallows are receding
it looks as if
we'll be just fine
for a while
we'll just be feeding
and chopping the cork
off of yesterday's wine

Christos met a girl at the fair
and by gust of wind saw her
garment close to there
he marvelled at his gift:
to command the air
when he needed a lift

Once Dionysus was peeling a grape
to fashion the skin as a space
for ants
the unsung father of the break-dance
after he'd fallen asleep
with the seeds in his pants

Just shut up!
So I did and then what…
The whole thing falls apart
now they're begging me to speak
when I would just much rather fart,
fall asleep on top of the amps
and wait for the bus to start

Dissipation
maybe it's a judgement
maybe just sensation
though I refuse to believe
that being a Christian
means that you can't rot
just 'ein bißchen'*

When push comes to shove
shove comes to me and I
throw him out on his ass
(he's got a donkey you see)
and send him back
to push to harass

Shivering, sweating,
dear life hoping.
Come morning
I realized I wasn't sick
at all
just moping

Boredom nudges under your chin sometimes
and games' called on account of rain
this may sound insane
but:
ka-pu-pa-la
ka-pu-pa-la
ka-dickory-dane

When Christos yawns
the birds alight
and follow magnetics
that pulsate stamina
vortexes swirl that
pays focus to flight
three flaps of the wings
and
Canada!
When Dio, through his son
Dionysus inhales
all bad intention
in the heart
impales

Christos fell asleep by a rock
and it, feeling joyful kept him awake
he'd felt that rest was what he needed
but in the wake of laughter
fatigue receded

Without something to kick against
pioneers get bored
which is why sometimes
engineers curse the Lord
to engender a little slap
unless the Christos was taken aback
and voices his annoyance
in thunderclap

* 'ein bißchen' means 'a little' in German

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