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Chapter VII Which follows the Sad Chapter of the Patchwork Man whom I did once know… Chicken-Scratched mainly during a trutly terrible Winter in Pennsylvania in November & December of 2002 and fleshed-out throughout early 2003.
Fellow Traveler, I lay before you, further evidence and in your high confidence, do you not find it all of a florescent evanescence? Mind you, gravely so; satire is the wellspring of happiness & of high consciousness.
25. North Sea Grey
Cold and dripping, Sunburgh survival suit gripping,
Blast of hot rotor wash, I was taken over sea angry and grey,
Upon the Sea of the North, did I ride like the Valkyries!
Super Puma storm tossed & lunch lossed,
Of hydraulics-warmed steel and lit by red lights,
Did we find warmth and friendship going forth,
Amidst the death harboring froth of waves of the Blue North.
And we came forth,
Into storms of lighting and frightening.
Light, weak and cold.
Wind, fierce and bold.
Upon the Sea of the North, did I ride like the Valkyries!
26. The Blue Man
Moon hanging high,
I sleeping neigh,
Hey!
Somewhere in Utah,
On the way to see my Aunt Barbarah,
Was conductors gentle prodding felt.
“CPR?”
“Navy trained.”
“Come.”
Down darkened paths of Amtrak’s decks,
Was lead I, strangepeade,
Heed my speed, said the conductor
Oh, God, why me, a strangepeade?
Life’s steed departed,
Was found old man’s un-delight farted.
Blue of face, grizzled cheek I can’t recant,
Ass cheeks shitting on toilet pants,
Piss on stall, I recall.
No honor is death on a shit stall.
Weeping wife,
Heaping stench,
I was in a pinch!
Train stopped,
I was ready to pop.
In dark of Utah desert night,
I pulled the dead man from such a shitty sight,
‘Oh, what a freight!
Fat belly giggling,
Intestinal out gassing.
On decks of steel, I lade bare,
Ready to swear.
Man’s kiss of life to death’s care,
Give me back my fare!
Fat, dead, blue lips did I dare to kiss?
Saved!
Oh what reminisce my feeling paved!
No remiss,
ER Nurse, heroine of Amtrak’s Night,
The angle of this angel,
Was to first to kiss,
Death’s Un-sweet bliss.
Prodded aside,
I confide.
Woeful eyes of wife,
Did life of shit man woefully pass.
Lights,
From yonder far desert sight,
Dancing on Death’s Night,
4WD ambulance was too late!
Old man’s death,
On a shit stall,
In Amtrak’s Cargo,
Is no way to go.
27. The Edge
Mt. Whitney,
Dry docked and such a pity,
In Norfolk,
City of poor Navy Folk,
And so shitty.
On decks of grey non-skid steel,
In t-shirt and dungarees,
Muscled arms and chest heaving
Rushed forth Eyes of Non-Feeling.
Grinding away under sunny skies,
Day dreaming,
But the Chief would have none of it!
I wanted to fly away,
But would have to pay.
Whilst Eyes of Non-Feel danced,
About antennae and I dismayed with,
Shipyard workers stopped,
Sound soon came to a flop.
Under blue sky and sun so sweet,
Did we spy such a freak!
In suns radiance was knife revealed,
Slashes across stomach,
I was flummoxed!
Eyes of Non-Feel did reveal,
Path to dry docks surface,
But through me!
Rushing,
Forces reconnoitering,
The chase was on!
Fox running about,
Heated hounds chasing without stop.
Non-Feeling Eyes running,
I, in lead, following,
Through grey tunnels of Navy hallowing.
Slipping and tripping,
In P-Ways and ladder backs,
I was gripping red life’s pumping!
Collapsed, I relaxed,
My brothers and I choking into submission,
Mt. Whitney’s Sad Mad Man of Insanity’s Admission.
28. An Axeman of Other Days
Old man and dust,
Bold fan and rust.
Of an old Ford Truck,
Of a nameless horse that struck.
You of memories spans,
You of glimmering, big hands.
Hush,
Hush,
Hush.
Always ready with a Squirt,
We always had our quirks!
Always ready with a book,
My favorite lesson that I took.
Nick-Knacks profusion,
Lost forever in some pack’s confusion.
Big farm painting on the wall,
I’ll paint it before my fall.
Tall and gentle blue-eyed North man,
Call of an ancient, mighty Axe fan.
Sitting in a great leather chair,
I miss you and despair.
The only decent man,
Of recent family history I can.
Slanting setting sun rays,
Floating speckles of quiet dust I pray,
Hanging in the air and I’ll never stray.
Quiet,
Quiet,
Quiet.
All I have is memory,
Fall, that was ours, is over and history,
Call of future days I hear it now and it’s not of misery!
29. Heavy Metal Rage
I claim honesty?
I tell you, it was just plain animosity.
Gun’s trigger,
Bullet’s maddening outrigger.
Driving in heavy metal chariots,
I was striving for light, flowery, pirouettes,
But Ugly mean eyes,
Do I despise,
In imposing heavy metal chariots!
Ugly mean red flags,
Are an ugly mean bull’s stomped rags.
A heavy metal chariot?
A Heavy metal daze,
Of a heavy metal craze!
Ugly ‘lil mean eyes,
Watch out for lil’ scary spells I cast with my steering wheel’s decrees!
Subaru vs. Chevy?
Your levity is the levy!
Scary metal magic?
Scary body tragic!
Kiss of intrinsics?
Bliss of sweet, sweet physics!
Spell cast and out of control lashing,
Smashing and trashing,
Crashing and thrashing!
Screaming and reaming,
Steaming and fleeing!
Metal smashed,
Hearts pulsed in a flash!
Time slowed,
Bodies flowed.
Heavy metal chariot?
A heavy metal axe wielding temporarily insane Word’s Mage!
Heavy metal chariot?
A Heavy Metal Rage!
30. Brother’s Burden
One is lost,
Not known is the cost.
One is near,
Of She, I fear.
Sister.
Resistor.
Me?
Sometimes, I want to flee.
Sierra:
Future mascara?
Arden:
Future pardon?
Rheianna:
Stray I pray not Rheianna!
Time’s Lesson.
Crime’s Session.
Where, how and when?
Do I care?
Now and
Then!
Dope not Time’s repeat,
Hope for fine Scions replete!
Not chains.
Not claims.
Obscurity’s surreally murdering mother,
Is really, purely but a Brother’s Burden.
31. Horse Shit
Alpine Julian’s apples,
My hearts grappling sunny California gaieties dapples,
Heard a tremendous equine fart,
That knocked me for a start!
And whilst aback hairy brown animal’s strong back of a cart,
Placed inline of the great pulsating rump of opinioned beasts,
Did not know of this horse’s feast!
Riding hips along,
For furlongs of Douglas and Cedar miles of dips,
Did great ass lips of a horse of a beast,
Shit out a great fly’s feast!
Eyes entranced,
I could not look askance!
Trapped in view of a black, pipeline of Nature’s goo,
Strapped in line of Danger’s brown blue!
Iris of Isis,
Door of ill opening and extending flower of rose red one could not miss,
Did an unknown sick fly-bee kiss,
Pestilence’s wicked bliss!
Shinning in ill-light did ugly flower give forth,
Great fibrous brown-green apples of Mr. Ed’s stomach loss of equine might!
Poor strangepeade almost lost sight!
32. Population: No more
Continuum of Space & Time,
Spectrum of radiation sublime.
East Africa’s Alpha hot beginnings,
Beast of Time’s Omega cold, distant, distant thinnings.
From what was to be of instant fusion of baryon and lepton dream,
To what shall be of disillusionment of models decay of proton theme.
Our time in Time’s time.
For to Blue Shift is Hope’s Chime,
Music so sweet and divine!
For to Red Shift is true Tragedy cost of Crime,
Music bitter and of unfinished lost rhyme.
Our time not too fine,
Our time in time,
We have to sine,
We must define,
For our future time to Shine!
I hope it is yours and mine.
Children of the Stars,
Should not die wicked of War’s scars.
Not known is where first human born,
We should hope last human not scorn!
Can’t cooperate?
We should endeavor to operate!
Pray to God victory over enemy?
God’s command for Heaven’s Victory if you love your enemy!
Love of missile technocracy?
Love with thistle diplomacy!
Love of ogives hard rushing escape?
Love with olive branches firm brushing shape!
Love of oil?
Love of corruption uncoil!
Teddy Roosevelt, “Talk quietly and carry a big stick?”
strangepeade, “Talk emphatically and marry a school’s brick!”
Fear Chief Seattle’s dark words, fool,
Cheer Kennedy’s heart’s words and ask what to do!
Can the Last Human be Time’s jealousy of Life’s singing Might,
Or will the last human be Galaxies of Crime’s fallacy of flinging damaged kite?
Hailed for creations to forever sail,
Or railed for miss-creations always met fail?
Dying a million years hence,
Yet forever bold Heaven’s golden starry, starry flying,
Or dying bloody wet on next years fence,
Cold, cold tears crying, crying, “Biological wars dark frying!”
33. War Monkeys
Radio of Time,
On every station chimes,
War Monkey’s crimes.
War millions 20th Century dead,
Scar of billions umpteenth centuries bled.
Over,
And over.
Again,
And again.
Echoes of Old Man Time,
“Heckles of Enron Greed’s climb,
Shekels from Emperor Nero’s Crime,
Speckles on Homo Sapiens History blood spattered rhyme.”
Ruddy Viking and Hun,
Bloody lightening of fun!
Hairy, ‘oh so hairy,
Derry was so, so scary,
‘Lo! Near is roaring Styx flow of war go-go madness so merry!
Join in the chorus,
It’s for us,
War Monkey’s chime of the dark, dark forest!
It’s a shark’s toothy lark spark fit,
In this howler’s pit of a park was Dissonance’s Hit loathsomely spit!
Feel the beat?
Peel of thundering War’s feat in the trash strewn streets,
Pounding regiments of shuddering War Monkeys earth tromping heat of feet!
Pillage and brigandage,
Village’s massacres to Hell’s Brig will be War Monkey’s wage.
Down the chute,
Out Ares’s constructions flume flute,
Don’t forget the loot,
Making eons loop,
No way out the sick primate’s Earthly coop!
Prison of Nature,
Derision of our stature.
Can’t wager escape from failure to civilization mature,
From Black Holes of our Fate in Nature.
Horrible and,
Incorrigible.
Jane Goodall,
Plain her study of us all,
Claim, I, Waiting for Godot,
Shall primates fall.
Chapter VIII Which did does begin with Black Avian Snow and ends with an Electrician…
Discriminating Reader, ye are upon a real treasure trove of my most sacred brain droppings! ‘Oh, ye of the hungry neurons, of the palsied axioms, take deep into thy starved belly my crusty nuggets! Well fed, revitalized and nourished, march on brave soldiers from my oasis!
15. Crye of Birds
Winter cruel and Storm evil,
Driving feathered friend to a buoyant land,
Observed by the sad eyes of a Sea’s eagle.
And so the birds came upon us seeking answers to their pleas.
And island before them made of cold steel not their paradise.
Seeking only rest from their plaintive beatings of wings,
Was their plea did they come to us from the sea.
And so the birds came to us to cry in their fright.
Swirling, dizzying arcs did they describe in the nest of derricks in the sky.
Hear their Cry?
Hear their Plight!
From madness, fear and loss of hope of deck’s chemical sipping did their hearts explode,
And so eyes of birds, blinking, telling me the words of Last’s Flights wings unfold,
Pealing from uncaring sky,
Falling like black snow,
Bow of Life strung and arrow falling short, we all could not answer their call to fly.
Hearts of bursting,
Beaks gushing Life’s wine,
I saw the peak of their life ebb like the tide washing out of dying bodies upon cold steel like drift wood dead,
Upon shores, unfeeling.
Witness of cold, near deathless, quiverings on decks of steel, I cried.
And oil flowed still when birds came upon us to die.
16. Sally Jo
Gentle wind stirring
Leaves of Missouri trees,
What is love, oh’ holder of majesty of Summer’s nights?
Moonlight held, on June night,
Face of such beauty, my heart’s delight.
Soul screaming,
Spirits yearning.
Free, Love’s collage and hearts beating
Wind stirring, hair held under stars
Eyes large and meeting and scars healed.
Souls, quivering, drinking,
Spirits peeking,
Kisses pinging.
Warmth of bodies as sweet wine leaking past lips,
Dips as of blazing roller coasters
‘Oh Love, I am your willing slave…
Chimes of Trees of Leaves singing in Praise,
Swaying in warm Missouri Wind’s chaise,
My love flies, my hearts triumph!
Face held in hands under shining Moon
But only of memory
Ethereal castle of my Summer’s sands
Hidden Temple and Guardian of Love,
Mistress of Caterpillars,
You, Sally Jo, shall be of millennia spans.
When Sol’s warmth waxes from hydrogen taxes,
My soul shall be still be Heart’s willing slave
And Light’s darkness.
17. Music of Lungs
My bodies rivers feeding
Mexico’s heat.
Dried desert’s dust meet
My legs feat.
Heart a’gripping,
Lungs pounding,
Toes cracking!
Pounding, pounding Nike clad feet
In endless heat of Cramp’s desert,
Lonely traveler, I.
Like suffering dry Wind,
My spirit blows
Heeds not Buzzard’s Cry!
Blow torch heat,
In lungs that won’t fucking quit,
Stupid, stupid lungs that don’t quit!
Music, music my body sings
In heat that bodies lay’eth down and sputter,
Candle lights flickering.
Crawling, crawling
My spirit surges
Not knowing how to die
Across deserts and hills,
Trails, valleys and mountains,
My spirit flowing
Where or wear, the Finish Line
Doth not matter,
For struggles wear not out,
Stomachs emptied and
Tears that have died.
Toes that bleed, toes that spurt life’s hot liquid
On sands of test of mine and of time,
Do we run and fight,
And hear the music of Lungs.
Never, never quitting,
Stochastic crying and Sophistic screaming
Are heeded not by Lungs of Singing.
18. Words of Poison
Drinking, drinking deep
Filling my belly,
Filling my mind,
Filling my soul.
Screaming for release in the middle of the Night,
I try and fight.
Overcome and washed out to dark Seas,
Alone and on lone,
Words that buoyed,
Now draw down like cement collars.
To depths of unreal surrealty.
Words of Poison.
My heart’s bane.
Words of Poison.
Of Human’s History of Words of Poison.
Drinking, Drinking deep
Are not we captive of Opium’s Den?
Captive of Leader’s Words of Poison?
Slave of Pope’s Hope?
Lust.
Power.
Material Gain.
Dope doth smoked.
Words of Poison.
Poisoning Deep.
Humanity lost in Words of Poison.
19. Nut of Madness
Swimming, Swimming
And shoulders burning,
Chest chaifed on long, long
Red boards of wax
Blue, blue-green waves of dreaming.
Darkness.
Steam.
Hot water giving life
To San Francisco Bay iced waifs.
Swimming, Swimming
Wet suit legs kicking triumphantly
Blue-green waves of seals splashing.
Showers.
Young bodies cold.
Seekers of warmth.
I was a lark.
Prey to monsters of Aquatic Park.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Swollen, distended monster testicles of the freaks
Hanging,
Blaring like a blinking, red lights of Terror’s Night,
My mind creaks,
Swimming, swimming hard
Blue green waters of running.
Shower waters glistening,
Seal like, my wet suit body poised,
A shark hungers,
A man watches,
A man burns in unholy madness,
Hiding in the damp darkness.
I’m prey,
I run, screaming into crowds might.
Blue, Blue green waves of gulls screaming,
And nights reign returns not of days blight.
20. Richard Pulley
Broken nose,
I disclose
Was just of fight’s pleasure.
Richard Pulley,
In sullied gladiators gullies,
Did we oft find our bodies in battle?
Mud tossed, wood splintered fists
Underneath sunny Hagginwood’s trees did we not find that we were lost?
Fight’s pleasure?
White skin.
Black skin.
Fighting was leisure.
Did we not find that blood is red?
Brothers, indeed, through a rouge of blood I plead.
21. A body in the Street
Lost.
Abandoned.
Naked.
Exposed, dirty vulva lost amongst shocked eyes of Tijuana’s streets.
Prostrate, I repeat.
Weak.
Hungry.
Lost of cope, where is this grungy Lady’s hope?
Dirty, filthy, stained
I, hungry of drunkenness, abstained.
Could have been Jesus,
Despised and
Decried amongst the voices of
Disgust and inhumanness of my mind, of unjust choices of social unconsciousness.
Better that I was the Knight of my kind,
Better that I was her rescuer,
Better that I was her champion,
I could have picked her up in my arms and brought her to a church.
What cost to me?
Strength, God given,
Shamefully, waged against 50 cent 12 ounce enemies.
I was not her Hero she deserved.
I was not even her Quixote.
I was her guilty Pluto, unfeeling Guardian of the Underworld.
Please forgive me unconscious woman of uncaring streets.
I failed.
Please be alive and comforted somewhere un-assailed.
Please, God, forgive me of my sin,
Of my callousness,
I shall feel her pain thrusting, driving deep in my heart forever.
22. Deer’s Gait
Presidio at night,
Fog clouding your adolescent Runaway’s plight,
Take Flight!
One should take fright.
Do not dally,
For from Night’s Darkness,
Will cometh freaks.
Hiding in bushes,
Slithering like snakes ready to rush us,
They will come at you in streaks!
Uttering guttural release,
Eyes will come upon your
Young, hot maleness.
Run, Run.
Take Flight
Like deer’s white fan,
Better thee come to thy clan,
Than be part to monster’s plans.
Hear them?
In bushes?
Run, Run for your life!
Hear them coming after you?
Terrorizing you?
Beseeching you with groans of sick Sirens displeasure?
Running, Running after you?
Screaming after you,
Trailing after you?
Banshees of the Fog,
Howlers of the Night.
Let thy legs become as of Guardians of the Forrest,
Deer’s Gait,
You can’t catch this bait!
Carrying you, like they did for me,
From ugly and uncertain fates,
Out distance them, out pace them!
Lungs of fire, legs of deer,
Lightning of Night,
Prancing and bounding explosiveness of might!
Dancing the dance of life and death
Your life appealed,
Wolves disappearing from your heal…
23. Viking
By Frigga’s Golden tresses,
I was emboldened and hoping for Norwegian caresses.
Long and tall,
You could knock down a wall!
Fair and fierce,
Care I thy sword arm’s pierce!
Eyes of ice field’s blue,
Let’s drink to your appeal,
Oh’ Viking woman of Stavanger!
24. Bloody Law
Guts and money,
Cuts aplenty.
Buzzing of an angry Hornet’s Nest,
Bane of Texas Rancher pests,
Don’t put Electricians to test!
Compact and Tight,
Care thy mouth or you’ll be in a fight!
Strong and fair,
Right thy wrong or you’ll dare!
Electron’s gladiator,
Wrecking truck’s steaming radiator!
Woody, stabbed neck,
Bloody shirt’s effect,
“Oh for Fuck’s sake!”
Men hurled into arcs,
Bodies still and curled!
No one can refute you,
I salute you!
