THE BOY WITH THE RAIN BOUGH HAIR
prologue

He swears
he's not 15
I only
believe him
because he's
in college

he's playing
the middle man
the injun
and
the cop

his baby face
is striped
with primary
colors
a plastic
sherrif
star
hangs
around his neck

the line-cook
takes a break
walks into
our office
cuts the grass
and we swap
for watermelon sugar

"thanks kid,
and see ya."

WELCOME TO THE PARTY
part 1

Meet Ms. Bea, the hostess
she's got a spot in the city
(not the heart but the brain)
ahe's looking for trouble
and if she can't find it,
she'll make it.
Tonight's jacket:
black leather
punk rock

Meet Pat, our Jack
the firecracker on the plane
he says, "death and cops,
not tonight. satan is around us."
Tonight's jacket:
washed out blue jean
with white-fur collar and cuffs
(& a felix the cat button)

and me, I"m the other BE
wants to keep it cool for all three
he's nervous his head isn't screwed
tight, and worried about losing it.
Tonight's jacket:
blue baseball
yellow waist & collar stripes
button-up (but unbuttoned)

the tri-fectum
is whole
the show
is about
to begin.

TJ'S SINGLE PHASER GUITAR NOTE
part 2

We undress
our candy
and toss
the silver
wrappers

miniature
igloos
melt into
puddles
on our tongues

two blocks
away
a black-skinned
man
in a black winter
coat
stands like a
statue
on a well-lit
street

with a smile
full of snow
he plays
the same
fuzzy note
on a black electric
guitar

for us,
forever.

POST-MODERN FAIRYTALE
part 3

Once upon a
space needle
a city shuts
its gates

a winter witch
wrung its wrists
outstretching
bony fingertips

two ghouls:
green-threaded
and true blue
hover about
the room

while twisted dark
curses spew
from a glowing
mirror's view

but this
little girl
has got her head
inside a cardboard helmet

she's not listening
but giggling
hiding away
in the closet

as the story goes:
its not time
to go to bed
but time to
play pretend

IN THE BIG CITY
part 4

we're hitting
the town
hard
tonight.

our pockets
aren't full
but we're
still
heading
towards
bright lights
with
bright smiles

(it's
war time,
baby
we've gotta
live it up)

soakin it in
under the bridge
listen to those
giant gears
turn

in the big city
all there is
are blinking red lights
and totem poles that
reach for the sky

RIVER OF NORMIES
part 5

a school
of fish
swimming
upstream

they think
they've spotted
three eels
electric

and we sit
silently
through a
current
of
bland
boring
goldfish
fit for a bowl
or plastic bag

get the hell out of my pond.

BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS
part 6

She's leading us
through the church
of satan
the moon is hidden
behind the trees
and we can't see
that we're trudging
through mud
but he can feel it
on the bottom of his foot
(because his sole
is disintegrating)

but once we emerge
from the dark forest
we're speechless
and immobile

the neon city lights
staring at us from
across Lake Union
might as well have
spelled it out
GAS WORKS PARK

across the wet grass
there's a party
of people (i hope)
and a ferris wheel
spinning fast, in flames
why is this here?
they're trying to fuck with us

but now we've all split up
Pat's gone off to take the crown
as King of The Geese
and Bea has turned invisible
laughing in my ear
though nowhere in sight

When we reconvene she sits below
he stands above, and I hover
in the inbetween, the she-devil
yelling into my left ear and
a Wisconsn voice on high in my right

Okay, we'll chill
on our own accord.

NEW LIBERTINE CIRCLE
part 7

Seven snakes
eating their own
tails
hooking into
each other
like links
in a daisy chain
upon a spring-time
child's head of hair

Thirteen crosses
upside down
staked into the ground
casting shadows
over those
buried beneath
earth worms

back in new york
carr was the glue
the olive skin
that stuck sweaty
dicks together,
the new vision
drawn down over
tired eyes
and beat minds,
setting sail for
paris and tangiers
and machu picchu

now and here
i am no body.
nobody who knows
a lot of somebodies
who ought to know
each other.

BLACK MOUNTAIN DIVINE
part 8

oh god forsaken
black mountain divine
how you've stood still
since the palm in the sky
sculpted you to life
a million many
suns and moons
ago

and now
you tower over
moonlit lovers and
laugh at tiny people
walking to your peak
on their tiny tiny feet
with their tiny
tiny brains
touched and tickled
by splendid sensations
more mountainous
than you, mountain

a pair of brothers
with uneasy faces
follow kid sister
away
from the electric waters
of the holy lake U-
nion,
away
from the neon lights
and carnival rides
and birds who can
quack them a grin
half a laugh wide

and upon sight
of the grassy gargantuan
they fly

straight to the top
back to where they
can see all of it:
the electric waters
the neon lights
the carnival rides
the birds who can quack
them a grin half a laugh wide

finally the beat can rest
considering themselves blessed
for their blissful blunders
here on this night of nights
a cold winter breeze flutters
as they stand still, staring,
but soaring, in their minds,
as chill wave riders
on the neon lake U-
nion

and upon departure
down the nape of you,
black mountain divine,
nothing of course more perfect
but a hillside
cloaked in
ice blocks

MEDITATING ON THE META-VOID
part 9

HOW DO YOU FILL THE VOID?

which void?
jump into it and draw all over the walls.
there is no void.
with lipstuck and curlers.
darryl.
5318008.

add another void.
                 (
stuck in the meta(
stuck in the meta(
stuck in the meta
void) void) void)

huh?