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The Doors( Doors )
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Poems From Tape Noon
Doors
MONEY...
Money, the beauty of
(currency pale green greesy ornate soft furrowed texture)
Skin or leather
ENTER THE SLIP
Enter the slip of the warm womb tide
Wet labyrinth kiss
digging the wells & riding the lies
all holes & poles
Walk down a street A drive to the beach Drowning man's flash A town in siege
THE DESERT
The Desert -- roseate metallic blue & insect green
blank mirrors & pools of silver
a universe in one body
BIBULOUS COMPOUND OF
Bibulous compound of muck & mulch milk
Tenebrous connections in forest & farm
all-swarming disk-like elegance
Say No More
- That sure was a mouthful. - You said it.
YOU MUST CONFRONT
you must confront your life which is sneaking up on you like a rapt coiled serpent
snail-slime
you must confront the inevitable eventually Bloody Bones has got you!
HOPE IS JUST...
hope is just a word when you think in Table Cloths Laughter will not end her funny feeling or assuage our strange desire Children will be born
WELCOME TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT
Welcome to the American Night where dogs bite to find the voice the face the fate the fame to be tamed by The Night in a quiet soft luxuriant car Hitchhikers line the Great Highway
COCK-PIT
Cock-pit I am real Take a snapshot of me He is real, shot Reality is what has been concealed from us for so long birth sex death we're alive when we laugh when we can feel the rush & spurt of blood blood is real in its redness the rainbow is real in absence of blood
SUDDEN ATTACK
Sudden attack Stabbed & hacked but no pain no death
Zone of silence Sudden powered mute strangeness & awareness most awkward to the mind alive love & laughter & memory sweet of kinder Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com times when we spoke & words had soft form by a fire
THIS IS MY FOREST
This is my forest a sea of wires. This gaggle of vision is my flame. These trees are men, the engineers. And a tribe of farmers on their Sunday off.
Gods -- the directors. Cameras, greek Centaurs on the boom, sliding silent Mobile grace
Toward me -- a leaping clown In the great sun's eye.
Grand danger there in curved thigh. The avenging finger -- lord.
DANCING & THRASHING
Dancing & thrashing the reptile summer They'll be here long before we're gone Sunning themselves on the marble porch Raging in against the slow heat Of an invaded Town
The Kingdom is ours
TRANSLATIONS OF THE DIVINE
Translations of the divine in all languages. The Blues, The records get you high, in armies on swift channels. The new dreamer will sing to the mind thoughts uncluthed by speech. Pirate mind stations. Las Vegas T.V. Midnite showings.
ELECTRIC STORM
electric storm from the front barometer at zero forest blue-eyed dog strangled by snow Night storm flight-drive thru deserts neon capitals, Wilderness echoed & silenced by angels
Angel Flight to tobacco farm the roadhouse tomorrow
get ready for the Night the rumors on waking a gradual feeling of learning & remembering
imagine a heaven in the night-time would one member be missing?
THE FORM IS AN ANGEL...
The form is an angel of soul from horse to man to boy & back again
Music sex & idea are the currents of connection
friendship transition
conductor of soul from the fat brain of stealth to sunset
Work out
Welcome to the night Welcome to the deep good dark American Night
a man gets time to die his amber waste
sloven footsteps of swine
in the camps, dark black lumber crooked stars have destiny's number
Lord help us
LEAVE THE INFORMED SENSE
Leave the informed sense in our wake you be Christ on this package tour -- Money beats soul --
Last words, last words out
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