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Leaving The Art Museum

deep in the woods

Three Dead Flies

10 second life drawings

'Zines: On Paper, Off The Record

$100,000 climaxing
several times (a review)


nuclear, familiar

undone by circumstance

underneath the down

breathlessly gathering
moss


pending streetnoise - [poem]
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vocals, flute, keyboard -
   Rick Ollman
produced & engineered -
   Harvey Taylor


thoughtful his middle name
 
nuclear, familiar

1

illuminated gathering
stirring replications of firelight
where we meet with the stars
to suffer out the truth
these mineral coordinates
the nuclear, familiar essence
tribe in the crosshairs


the delicate breath
beneath the juggernaut
on the bloodstained road of displacement
flood of vehicular sickness
a sea of trampling bulls and ghosts
beneficent to a fault
still-burning lamp in the ditch


our stockpiles an avalanche of fortune
our properties fluid on paper
open to new directives, memoranda
spiking in wine-hued waves
attacking armies' carefulness
and just when victory is certain
the spoons are as deadly as knives


debilitation gains steam
and it's all uphill from here
breathtaking staircase of retribution
the left and the right unknowing
vertiginous in the clouds
unprompted along the stuttering heights
we pant and stumble through the speech


so wary of those in position of power
stance and hair, eyes of power
avert your gaze when they pass
and they'll soon be gone
with all our wealth we never bothered to count
in the mind no fear and yet
this tremolo we can't repress


someone's voice betrays us, the script
clenched in our rattling hands
stay on task, it says, collaboration
is our reward, no greater pleasure
than convention, than coming together
in abundance, the tributaries overflowing
these lessons in fulfillment


2

deep down the draconian slope
jocular pockets
headquarters slipping through the holes
landing on tails, everyone
accumulating wealth in our wake
the dragon out for a sleep walk
with fiery morning breath


but no one believes in Godzilla
her tears oceanic, her shores
continental with fashionable last resorts
the palms breezy and moist
swaying sea-legs negotiate the dance floor
cruisers plastered up against the wall
in floral array and now the opposite wall


captain himself sits in with the brass
the volume off the charts
these legends play so artfully with us
where all meridians meet in the bar
the horizon spinning giddily until
everyone is horizontal, the cabins
cramped and the heads flushed


3

self-centered focus on the other
an evolutionary trick
invented by a worm on a mission
only now perfected, allow me
to purchase beverages for all assembled
there will be time tonight to talk
beauty, business, whatever


illuminant by nature we were
coughed up along the sound
barely alive when we glimpsed a truth
believing any rumor, told
in near invisibility, the darkness
a foil for lies and the liar
looks so good, the gleam and spark


pale flames in the rain
barkless sticks for kindling
the enemy lumbers after our rear guard
firing rounds of dust as dangerous
as steel, dangerous as silver
the coins we left for the servants
now, who will pick them up?


and who will prepare our meals
when all are starving?
impeccably we fold our hands
relieved of the burden to eat
knowing well what not to chew
when to lay the fork aside
and to keep the barrel out of our ears


positioned inside twin opportunities
to act and to do nothing
interest aroused, compounded
with every artifice, each stunning tool
crafted fixtures, standards, new positions
catapults and mortars, words
and stones, hurtful as ever


shock of harmonics resounding
impressions thick in animal light
fat dripping into the fire
antennae lost among filaments
a lock of hair drawn along the hollowed body
tracing meandering paths in the air
contrails in the night sky


gibbous moon sliding
along the ecliptic a system of cams
to rotate the ascension
of sign after burning sign
while the irresistible voice
of the jungle below
surrounds us


every continent an island
beginning and ending with liquid
vowels, every consonant inland
dry as bone in the desert
and, as we know, we're found there too
partials of experience shape
our lines, our memory, just so


why fear the bee?
they organize
why fear the storm?
its beauty kills
and the armies?
their love misplaced
ourselves? don't know

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