Боги и Новые создания - [12]

then he left

She put an orange pillow

on her breast

In the morning

Chief w/drew his troops

planned a map

The horsemen rose on up

The women fixed the ropes

on tight

The tents are folded now

We march toward the sea.

* * *

Catalog of horrors

Descriptions of Natural disaster

Lists of miracles in the divine corridor

Catalog of objects in the room

List of things in the sacred river

* * *

The soft parade has now begun

on Sunset.

Cars come thundering down

the canyon.

Now is the time the place.

The cars come rumbling.

"You got a cool machine".

These engine beasts

muttering their soft

talk. A delight

at night

to hear their quiet voices

again

after 2 years.

Now the soft parade

has soon begun.

Cool pools

from a tired land

sink now

in the peace of evening.

* * *

Clouds weaken

die.

The sun, an orange skull,

whispers quietly, becomes an

island, is gone.

There they are

watching

us everything

will be dark.

The light changed.

We were aware

knee-deep in the fluttering air

as the ships move on

trains in their wake.

Trench mouth

again in the camps.

Gonorrhea

Tell the girl to go home

We need a witness

to the killing.

* * *

The artists of Hell

set up easels in parks

the terrible landscape,

where citizens find anxious pleasure

preyed upon by savage bands of youths

I can't believe this is happening

I can't believe all these people

are sniffing each other

backing away

teeth grinning

hair raised, growling, here in

the slaughtered wind

I am ghost killer.

witnessing to all

my blessed sanction

This is it

no more fun

the death of all joy

has come.

* * *

Do you dare

deny my

potency

my kindness

or forgiveness?

Just try

you will fry

like the rest

in holiness

And not for a

penny

will I spare

any time

for you

Ghost children

down there

in the frightening world

You are alone

have no need of other

you the child mother

who bore you

who weaned you

who made you man

* * *

Photo-booth killer

fragile bandit

straight from ambush

Kill me!

Kill the child who made

Thee.

Kill the thought-provoking

senator of lust

who brought you to this state.

Kill hate

disease

warfare

sadness

Kill badness

Kill madness

Kill photo mother murder tree

Kill me.

Kill yourself

Kill the little blind elf.

* * *

The beautiful monster

vomits a stream of watches

clocks jewels knives silver

coins copper blood

The well of time trouble

whiskey bottles perfume

razor blades beads

liquid insects hammers

thin nails the feet of

birds eagle feathers claws

machine parts chrome

teeth hair shards of

pottery skulls the ruins

of our time the debris by

a lake the gleaming

beer cans rust sable

menstrual fur

Dance naked on broken

bones feet bleed stain

glass cuts cover your mind

the dry end of vacuum

boat while the people

drop lines in still pools

pull ancient trout

from the deep home. Scales

crusted gleaming green

A knife was stolen. A

valuable hunting knife

By some strange boys

from the other camp across

the Lake

* * *

Are these our friends

racing shuddering

thru the calm vales of parliament

My son will not die in the war

He will return

numbed peasant voice of Orient

fisherman

Last time you said

this was the only way

voice of tender young girl

Running speaking

infected green

jungles

consult the oracle

bitter creek

crawl

they exist on rainwater

monkey-love

mantra mate

maker of brandy

* * *

The poison isles

The poison

Take this thin granule

of evil snakeroot

from the southern

shore

way out miracle

will find thee

The chopper blazed over

inward click sure

blasted matter, made

the time bombs free

of leprous lands

spotted w/ hunger

clinging to law

Please

show us your ragged head

silted smiling eyes

calm in fire

a silky flowered shirt

edging the eyes, alive

spidery, distant

dial lies

* * *

come, calm one

into the life-try

already wifelike

latent, leathery, loose

lawless, large languid

She was a kindom-cry

legion of lewd marching

mind-men

Where are your manners

out there on the sunlit

desert

boundless glaxies of dust

cactus spines, beads

bleach stones, bottles

rust cars, stored for shaping

The new man, time-soldier

picked his way narrowly

thru the crowded ruins

of once grave city, gone

comic now w/ rats

insects of refuge

He lives in cars

goes fruitless thru

the frozen schools

finds no space

in shades of

obedience

the monitors are silenced

the great graveled guard-towers

sicken on the westward beach

so tired of watching

if only one horse were left

to ride thru the waste

a dog at his side

to sniff meat-maids

chained on the public poles

there is no more argument

in beds, at night

blackness is burned

Stare into the parlors of town

where a woman dances

in her European gown

to the great waltzes

this could be fun

to rule a wasteland

II

Cherry palms

Terrible shores

more

many more

This we know

that all are free

in the school-made

text of the unforgiven

deceit smiles

incredible hardships are suffered

by those barely able

to endure

but all will pass

lie down in green grass

smile, muse, gaze

upon her smooth

resemblance

to the mating-Queen

who it seems

is in love

w/the horseman

now, isn't that fragrant

Sir, isn't that knowing

w/a wayward careless

backward glance