Spider White horse webs of new death white Hearts
Like setting a newspaper sailboat out on the river and chasing it down the stream
that is all i do is let you go
and follow
I'm chasing some imagination of my Holy dream...one that I cannot catch...
that slips away from my fingers like an Indian blue God, a sacred relic down a dirty rainy gutter...like a world war II kiss forgotten in a antique store foto box...for a dollar.
This life has no safety belt
no parachute
no manual
no blueprint
Even when you Love with all of your Blue blue heart...
ya wind up a tad
fucked.
They warn you to keep your defences Low
but that is not
the way
to go
Always keep your eyes peel'd like a black glass shotgun sky fighter
protect your heart from winter machines
protect yourself
from strung out bolts of mental hospital lightning
spring from the bath of your birth
and kill around the beehive
keep your knife slick at your side
this is YOUR Life
the one and Only
stay burning on the crooked path
flash the gin across your face
keep your bayonetgun and gut forth as if you were
plucking stars from the sky like black apples dunked in black farm fresh water in a bucket
These are not the times to lean up against black magazine stands and eat from rotten black stones
these are the times
to paint your heart
black
to cover
up your
roaring red
sweetness
paint over the blue song of the finch
paint over the sidewalks of your childhood...with black wheels
paint over the sunshine
that sung to you in your sister soft sweet heart....
paint the town black
paint the roads that lead back from Home unto your heart black as good night
paint a cave
in the side of the wall
locate the spirit glass
and drink from it's broken lonliness and alcohol
Jesus
in a black den
uncorrupted
like a soft wheezing embryo
clogged, kick starting such as a motorcycle engine
a hot black mercy seat
scrunch On
get you back baby
get you back alone to black Heaven
get you back to where Mama kept the blackness safe
back to wear the black water grows
black to where we got born under sugar sweet black and windy skies
back to the black plasma
back through the black spun placentia
back through the sand black hours of time
back through
the false
black
coffin
of
birth
black as it may be
it's still stronger than any new killing Sun of bright dead white light
but it's gonna give it's head
that old black birth of you
it's gonna shine
where there once was a black tooth
let go
A white horse comes clomping slow round the bend
feather white hair
eyes like the rest of sex and mist
eyes like Jesus
put away
into a white coffin full of purple flowers
a fragrance to die only on Sunday for....touch me in the middlesex
A white horse that no flies trumpet
soundless wet velvet white hooves
like sandpaper flying across the waves of green ocean caps
smoothing the fangs to a focus
Love was so beyond all of Us....
see you at the bottom of the Sea
where the white horse
runs in through you from my
dream.... .*