Thursday, January 3, 2013

If you can decipher this we're married already

out in Oklahoma okie blue plains of American
grassland fatland cows mooing to the milky
setting sun of midwest time--
a test and the paper moves
gurgles--marches into the marching distance
toward thirsting
MISSILES or APOCalypseS of
hourly doom coming each hour
counting each hour on
branches missing arms as no branches
would venture-----
-----galloping from the distance to
the foreground an underground,
a narration--

tweed jacket, fedora cap
get it, he did and he did
it's two men
standing single file
astride death's horse
no death it-self
upon death ugly cattle head

the little girls that love them
write little love poems that, little, begin--

a piano on gory blue shores
where no river goes and
black hats
an age--
nobody knows

already they're here--

"Git it outtar space," Kenneth rockets
on to the deck of the ship shit,
to Braun's jackhammering while sipping
coffee, "Git it outta spacer
and let me flip the
switch that goes--," Kenneth goes
until the boats off gray and rocking
in the shredded green
of the heartland we've well forgotten's there,

"We lost--oh but we're lost,
how can it be, I put the cabin
together barehanded, just like
your directions say--" Braun
barehandedly laments (sarcastically?)

--"but it's finished!" they finish
together, taking turns as captain, second mate, steward, cook, gunner, oar-er, smasher,
basher, dancer, crasher, musician, sleeper, muse, drunk, writer, captain, general, admiral, second hand, rower, captain, captain, captain,

there's a million hands shaking in front of them
a million bombs blasting below them a million thoughts
thinking before them thinking it's thinking keeps them afloat
but it ain't see, it's floating keeps them thinking they're afloat or
the sound of a million hands basket weaving,

"Higher now or we'll hit the clouds...!" either of them say--one's got
finger-less gloves, the other wine, the other wine and the other
shoe's shined--O shined with finger-less gloves under the twisting
acorn trees apple blossoms cherry bark fissure, "Keep it on the sun,"
Braun, now captain, plans, "turn out for dinner you swine!" Kenneth roars
like the cooks of all old ghost ships roar "and if anything at all makes sense
you'll all go blind blind blind blind har har har--" and he slops the slop with the joy of slop
on all the clean white plates

"don't forget the key limes in a chant on the ocean-less
oceans of chime"--and the musicians kick in with
the lead on the first line and the sun was pink raspberries over the under clouds
as they say, and the sailing behemoth cut through, and the boys ate a hearty meal
from the cook about to be first mate and the captain about cleaning the latrine--

the merry-go-gg-go-go-round boat of the same name
"Set'ahr a'course!" neither yelled, "for starry shores
and apple trees! O' set a course for snow and berries and cosmic bees!" cleaning
captaining scrubbing ordering, killing, writing, talking singing whistling being, finishing,
IMAGES and skies
sorely known!

All aboard--the steamer RODMAN U.S.S

making all LO-CAL StopS."

and the quaking eternal and expanding universe shook to its oldest black hole super nova bones--


  1. you know, the sonny rollins i was listening to really complimented this.