stravinsky on vinyl FIREBIRD SUITE or mozart on laser DON GIOVANI -
id rather feel the grooves of arm and needle catch
fling out the frenzied maniacal-jackolantern-gallop-torpor-drawbridge-whale-tongue- ballerina-spin of napalm that is FIREBIRD!
the flinging of ashes into river that was my friend
who died under tube and weeze; last thoughts he didn't say -
just throw my dust over the ironrail where we saw the broke-winged goose. i wont tear my pants this time.
he poured bones & railroads from his eyes with a smile -
the nurse with white nylons came to unplug him.
there isnt anyone to govern this : the clouds, the trees, the mountains, the lakes, rivers, cricks, railroads, breath, sceptic-minds.
the hand responding to mind, loosely slipping black echoes
from blue cardboard jacket
so i can set me down here in white underwear
and think of death as a drive
on Saturday afternoons for rivers
to empty plastic tubs of ash & bone
for the fishes and old shoes where naked lovers
twine bodies around each other pressing ghost from ghost,
giving river its bones, while eyes become breath -
we arent taught HOW-TO-BREATHE just as we shouldn't be taught HOW-TO-SEE
for we appear as clouds to trees
and we are still loved by fetus and leaf -
why are we let off the hook at death but nailed to our actions in life -
the footprints i find at rivers when i sit in beard and flannel shirt are my own - who comes to join me has left -
so i lay in the dark grass/tilt my head this way/til the stars are caught
in queer angle/and i take to finding angels coital with shepherds and blue-Krishna ripping Jesus down off the Cross
where in the thorn-waif's wishbone drool bloodied pose
he left behind a poem that is no different than the poesy you think of now.
i lived in Lake Charles Louisiana with a pal few years ago -
applied for one of those dishwashing jobs in the town square: buncha bars, laundromats, electronic stores, diners and lampposts - lotsa lampposts - twelve parking spots and twenty seven lampposts - i counted 'em as we went along one night drunk with wine in a paper sac - no bottle - our buddy worked Rickenjacks bar and filled whole paper sacs with the stuff he would find in abandoned glasses or folks who took to talkin' rather than drinkin' - we hadda drink the shit fast - . so one afternoon me pickz out this Chinese diner - saki instead of coffee / potstickers indstead of apple pie / but the cook still cussed / and the waitress was his wife/ and together they went about runnin' the joint / with a stone Buddha on each table / bonsai trees instead of ashtrays. so i fill me out an APP. and went about my business goin' broke with sacs of liquor aint min.
got a call from that Chinese sit-down a few months ago asking if i could come in and be hired for dishwasher. had to explain i had moved north awhile back and it may take me awhile to get there - give me three days, i'll be there on thursday since now was monday afternoon and i'll drive straight thru halucination and tremor to get to yr white kiln-burned ceramic plates hardened with soy sauce and grey gum battered and balled up with deep tooth marks and scents of sweet & sour chicken, wonton, eggdrop, shrimp-chips all pastoral in skin.
she said they couldnt hold the job for me.
i'll stop for biscuits in Ripley.
but first........the infernal dance.......
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Baltimore & Car Alarms
when it gets right down to it,
no one has a clue.
the more you know about something, the less.
i fell asleep with her voice in my head.
heard a cop siren billowing in the clouds
and the coal-smoke adolescent dawn -
shuffled out in underwear, lit a cigarette and stood
watching silent cars, trees, grass, garages, darkened apartement windows.
the only thing i heard was that siren.
no squealin tires. no downshiftin. just that siren.
and i remembered carrying a friend's coffin down those stone church steps
out on the sidewalk and into the hearse.
all the while you could hear his body sloshing around inside,
buoying off the linen-lined walls of this casket we carry heavy with death.
he fit in this new world like a kid fits into fat man's clothes;
seven year old scrawny whistler look scarecrow-macabre-minstrel-liliputian
galloping 'round in size 56 hot-air-balloon overalls.
i wanted the dancing to stop rattilin corpse in this coffin
in my mind. i wanted him to turn to blood and seep out this casket
onto our clothes into our shoes, make the women throw up and the men
scream like dingoes. i wanted to sleep with his blood between my toes.
tonight, i think of her and this siren fills my thoughts.......
no one has a clue.
the more you know about something, the less.
i fell asleep with her voice in my head.
heard a cop siren billowing in the clouds
and the coal-smoke adolescent dawn -
shuffled out in underwear, lit a cigarette and stood
watching silent cars, trees, grass, garages, darkened apartement windows.
the only thing i heard was that siren.
no squealin tires. no downshiftin. just that siren.
and i remembered carrying a friend's coffin down those stone church steps
out on the sidewalk and into the hearse.
all the while you could hear his body sloshing around inside,
buoying off the linen-lined walls of this casket we carry heavy with death.
he fit in this new world like a kid fits into fat man's clothes;
seven year old scrawny whistler look scarecrow-macabre-minstrel-liliputian
galloping 'round in size 56 hot-air-balloon overalls.
i wanted the dancing to stop rattilin corpse in this coffin
in my mind. i wanted him to turn to blood and seep out this casket
onto our clothes into our shoes, make the women throw up and the men
scream like dingoes. i wanted to sleep with his blood between my toes.
tonight, i think of her and this siren fills my thoughts.......
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Shravaka
got my cable shut off tuesday. three sealed bills from Adelphia, fudge covered graham crackers, a week old banana, popcorn cakes and oreos on the counter. the cavaliers still played last night. so did the indians. i thought they might cut me a break and wait a few days until i still wasnt able to pay the bill. eh. so i plugged in my old man's 10 year transistor, electric strip in the living room. set it on the television stand, dust, blank tv screen, topped with dvds of Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, A Streetcar Named Desire, The Exorcist & Sylvia. Joe Tait came through the pin holes like typing paper crumpled in a skeleton's hand. the weeze & roar of static (the antenna broke 3 years ago) filled my apartment and the neighbors next door thought i was using a saw-horse; they asked me to leave the construction for the garage.
my old man told me the best way to listen to a ball game was on a radio so rattled with static it made you think of a girl you loved and was gone. Jimmy Dudley and Jack Graney. Silk & Razorblades. Cleveland Indians. 1959. pop's 11 years old and the Indians make a run at the American League Pennant. Damn White Sox come in to town, autumn trees, and sweep the hell out of us. Out go the Tribe. Pop could hardly hear 80,000 fans roaring - once in a while he hear Colavito ground out. didnt know the final score until the Press, next morning. 2-0. Tribe 3.5 games out of first.
last year it was Tampa Bay. and Chicago again. 1-6 the last 7 games at home. dad & i watched it on big-screen. mom napped on the setee.
i think of my uncle - dead - three suns - Mary's house - soon to marry - soon to die - black horses pulled him by his feet - through the streets - and no one came to collect his eyeglasses. will i hear him? when i'm awake - or asleep? - she called the other day - said he talks more now - than when alive - the phone rings everytime - before she hears him - my phone hasnt rang for days - then again - the living come through like the dead.
my old man told me the best way to listen to a ball game was on a radio so rattled with static it made you think of a girl you loved and was gone. Jimmy Dudley and Jack Graney. Silk & Razorblades. Cleveland Indians. 1959. pop's 11 years old and the Indians make a run at the American League Pennant. Damn White Sox come in to town, autumn trees, and sweep the hell out of us. Out go the Tribe. Pop could hardly hear 80,000 fans roaring - once in a while he hear Colavito ground out. didnt know the final score until the Press, next morning. 2-0. Tribe 3.5 games out of first.
last year it was Tampa Bay. and Chicago again. 1-6 the last 7 games at home. dad & i watched it on big-screen. mom napped on the setee.
i think of my uncle - dead - three suns - Mary's house - soon to marry - soon to die - black horses pulled him by his feet - through the streets - and no one came to collect his eyeglasses. will i hear him? when i'm awake - or asleep? - she called the other day - said he talks more now - than when alive - the phone rings everytime - before she hears him - my phone hasnt rang for days - then again - the living come through like the dead.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Ohio Edison's "easement in gross" tears trees down
You could nominate this post as an effort to protect the enviornment or stymie the public utility. Either way, I'd call you my friend. Take the polar opposite stand and nominate this post as a "waste of time" I'd still call you my friend.
My parents reside in Aurora, Ohio. Last week, Ohio Edison put stakes in their backyard , seemingly to mark the beginning of the end of what no one owns. On the day of May 4th, my mother and her neighbor encountered an Ohio Edison employee who informed them that Ohio Edison is implementing their "easement" right and taking down several HEALTHY trees on both properties. Something to do with their electric lines being infringed upon. Rather than prune, they exterminate. We have informed Ohio Edison we would prefer the pruning of said oaks, maples, tuliptrees that are to be taken down which was answered by Ohio Edison with "we are not in the business of tree pruning." Tho it seems they are in the same business as Hundman Lumber, Foxworth-Galbraith Lumber,Pacific Lumber and such. . Remove, ground the stump and pass out the wood chips amongst interested parties. That's Ohio Edison's answer.
An easement in gross is "an easement that is not created for the benefit of any land owned by the owner of the easement but that attaches personally to the easement owner." The word "owner" is mentioned alot in that definition. Neither we nor Ohio Edison own this land. "This easement says otherwise," so explains Ohio Edison. "The government acknowledges our ownership over all land that interferes with our service." But who prays to government?
1. EASEMENTS IN GROSS AFFECT MOST PROPERTIES. Virtually every property is subject to an easement in gross. Public utility easements are examples. Most are recorded in the public records affecting each property.
However, sometimes an easement in gross was not properly recorded. But when it is obvious, such as an overhead power line or a public bike path over your land, it's hard for a property owner to deny awareness.
Scary to imagine; what next? we'll be eating each other alive.
My parents reside in Aurora, Ohio. Last week, Ohio Edison put stakes in their backyard , seemingly to mark the beginning of the end of what no one owns. On the day of May 4th, my mother and her neighbor encountered an Ohio Edison employee who informed them that Ohio Edison is implementing their "easement" right and taking down several HEALTHY trees on both properties. Something to do with their electric lines being infringed upon. Rather than prune, they exterminate. We have informed Ohio Edison we would prefer the pruning of said oaks, maples, tuliptrees that are to be taken down which was answered by Ohio Edison with "we are not in the business of tree pruning." Tho it seems they are in the same business as Hundman Lumber, Foxworth-Galbraith Lumber,Pacific Lumber and such. . Remove, ground the stump and pass out the wood chips amongst interested parties. That's Ohio Edison's answer.
An easement in gross is "an easement that is not created for the benefit of any land owned by the owner of the easement but that attaches personally to the easement owner." The word "owner" is mentioned alot in that definition. Neither we nor Ohio Edison own this land. "This easement says otherwise," so explains Ohio Edison. "The government acknowledges our ownership over all land that interferes with our service." But who prays to government?
1. EASEMENTS IN GROSS AFFECT MOST PROPERTIES. Virtually every property is subject to an easement in gross. Public utility easements are examples. Most are recorded in the public records affecting each property.
However, sometimes an easement in gross was not properly recorded. But when it is obvious, such as an overhead power line or a public bike path over your land, it's hard for a property owner to deny awareness.
Scary to imagine; what next? we'll be eating each other alive.
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