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ARTIST GENERAL POETIC JUSTICE Collective Full-Court Press
THE SLEEP OF FIRE
(& The Kindling Point of Insomnia) --iWitness Station Fire Lines / Los Angeles 2009
Virtually by definition
...or so it seems,
impossible as it is to rationally imagine
a single moment in planetary history
wasn't burning somewhere with
(in crackling point of fact)
a small mountain
crown itself almost volcanically grandiose in cumulus
& ash like snow dirty with lost age & ironic
want of meltwatering spring
here in the dead-dog-daze of August~
but the billowing upper reaches of smoke
choreograph an altitude of subzero silence
and a photo of it all would be a promise of rain soon
with that picture is the speed of its inner reality,
the mesmerizing hurtle
of rise and change
that something loose,
invincibly burgeoning for awhile--
so much larger than us, for awhile,
stings the eyes and lungs of all species,
each in their own way,
pets, humans, wildlife, even birds,
at the underbelly of this Cloud
by the million across LA...
"CREEPY"--Wyatt Matturs: PRIVATE SECTOROIDS, DeathStar Ye$Men: Onward Faustian Soldyer$ TickTockTipToe Take-Such-Care-(We'll-Never "NO!") How E-Z Come, How Sleazy Go...(Big-House CRIME? They Don't THINK So... Every TIME!)
By-Their-Fruits @ BadApplePiety_OverDueDiligence_.Connexia
"...STAY IN THE COUR$E..."
Jesus would...a MAZE in
(Keep Our $ecret!)
Watch Your Step
..."all over the place"...
('CoverPoem' For "Bells & Shadows"--1989 Bowhammer Cymbalom Album )
Apologies to W.B. Yeats / The Second Coming. Written In The Final Term Of The 8-Year Tectonic Reign Of Deathstar Ye$Men, [Cheney-Bush] To Which Our Bloodied World Remains: In Gran Mal Aftershock...
Turning and Spinning in the Widening Mire
The Congress cannot hear the Precedent;
Things fall apart; the Party cannot hold;
Sheer Conarchy is loosed upon Democracy,
The freedom-gouging tide is loosed, and everywhere
The Standing of America is downed;
The best convictions are too polite, while the worst
Are full of obtuse intensity;
Surely some Reason is at hand.
Yet there instead, the Patriot “Act”!
The “Patriot” Act!
Hardly are those words out
When an Orwelled image out of Posse Comitatus
Troubles my sight:
Somewhere in the martial curfews of this seminal Treachery
A shape with Oz-lion body and the head of a borne-again fool:
An ‘Aye’ blank and clueless as the GOP itself
Is moving its leaky Trojan Agenda, but who knew?
While overhearing guffaws & careless cheering
from the belly of the beast, that all about it now should
gather threats of patriotic fillibuster, lighting & passing torchfire.
…Wounded cowardice drops again; but indignant courage
finds unexpected stride, in the edifying irony
that a Sitting President was on his Game after all,
as if afloat, fishing! entirely untorn,
glued from National Nightmare to “My Pet Goat.”
And what Hellbent Vision Thing,
its Truthless Power come round at last,
$louches towards Liberty to be Borne?
Re slow BIG flake snowfall everywhere wobbling through the near-bare limbs of the woods across the street "many years ago" in Elk Rapids Michigan
'Cover-poem' for "Life In The Vast Lane" / Bowhammer Cymbalom Album / 1993
LIFE IN THE VAST LANE
In time, nothing
in no time, everything
alive by the billion darkly:
we live beyond our means of understanding. . .
In no time, nothing;
in time, everything
aloof, soaring on ceremony
the magnitude of providence
holds its peace like
breath withdrawn from ours
life by life, death by death.
Somewhere in the legend of a map so deep
that stars are lost in solid light
do you know what a world expects of itself?
do you know where the Earth ends tonight?