Superman is dead!

Street. Steel thrust sucking space. 

Silent willful turbines, motors raving

,City of clouds, pirates of air.

 Land of rainbows and scarlet rare

 A man rakes leaves into a heap in his yard, a pile, 

and leans on his rake & burns them utterly.

 The fragrance fills the forest 

children pause & heed the smell, 

which will become nostalgia in several years

Angel of Envy

The Night is young
            and full of rest
I can't describe the
            way she's dress'd
She'll pander to some strange
            requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest
She left a note on the bedroom door.
"If I'm out, bring me to."


None of the old Things worked.

They Can't stay for long.

"Hey, Let's rob the bank"

"NO man! They're looking"

"Who"

"Them. They see everything, they know it all"

"eh? then let's steal the eye that sees us all!"

Climbers

We are here, parables.



The breast engine mattered.
Monster in drag, a tin damsel
Shuddered and flew

Cut spent space
Crazed ace
Collect

The cake-walk.

Puking moan

An explosion of birds
Dawn
Sun strokes the walls
The Milk man hops on to his bike
A young man reading pauses
on the path to his garden.
The dogs are starving
something is moaning softly
calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals left in the yard

Sit up all night,
                drinking, smoking
count the circles and wait
                         'til morning

where is this going?
what are we doing?

Nobody knows. Nobody cares.

Fast and Asleep.

Your head was on the floor,
rats played pool with your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
and all unmask
and you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I'll still take you then
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
But I'm your friend.

What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!
What a trip
To hold your hand!