Far ArdenIn that year We had an intense visitation of energy SIGNALS
When radio dark night existed
& assumed control & we rocked in its web
consumed by static, & stroked w/ fear
we were drawn down long from
a deep sleep, & awaken'd
at dayfall by worried guardeners
& made to be led thru dew wet
jungle to the swift summit, o'er looking
The sea. . . .
A vast radiant beach & a cool
jewelled moon. Couples naked
race down by its quiet side & we laugh like soft mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton brains
of infancy.
The music & voices are all around us.
Choose, They croon
The ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, They croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream, come w/ us
Everything is broken up
& dances
(Mt. Music
Violin)
Moonlight night
Mt. Village
Insane in the woods
in the deep trees
Under the moon
Beneath the stars
They reel & dance
The young folk
Led to the Lake
by a King & Queen
O, I want to be there
I want us to be there
Beside the lake
Beneath the moon
Cool & swollen
dripping its hot
liquor
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Frozen moment by a lake
A knife has been stolen
The death of the snake
I know the impossible sea
when the dogs bark
I am a death bird
Naughty night bird
Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
In the summer sky
Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Gently pass on by
Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Am I going to die
Bird of prey, Bird of prey
flying high, flying high
Take me on your flight
Indians scattered on dawn's
Highway bleeding.
Ghosts crown the young child's
fragile egg-shell mind
Underwaterfall, Underwatwefall
The girls return from summer balls
Let's steal the eye that sees us all
TAPE NOON
Tell them you came & saw & looked
into my eyes, & saw the shadow
of the guard receding
Thoughts in time & out of season
The hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
& leveled his thumb in the
calm calculus of reason
(a car passes)
Why does my mind circle around you
Why do planets wonder what it
Would be like to be you
All your soft wild promises were words
Birds, endless in flight
Your dog is still lost in the frozen woods
or he would run to you
How can he run to you
Lunging w/ blooded sickness on the snow
He's still sniffing gates & searching
Strangers for your smell
which he remembers very well
Is there a moon in your window
Is madness laughing
Can you still run down beach
rocks bed below w/ out him?
Winter Photography
our love's in jeopardy
Winter Photography
our love's in jeopardy
Sit up all night, talking smoking
Count the dead & wait for morning
(Will warm names & faces come again
Does the silver forest end?)
ORANGE COUNTY SUITE Well I used to know someone fair She had orange ribbons in her hair She was such a trip She was hardly there But I loved her Just the same. There was rain in our window, The FM set was ragged But she could talk, yeah, We learned to speak And one year has gone by Such a long long road to seek it All we did was break and freak it We had all That lovers ever had We just blew it And I'm not sad Well I'm mad And I'm bad And two years have gone by Now her world was bright orange And the fire glowed And her friend had a baby And she lived with us Yeah, we broke through the window Yeah, we knocked on the door Her phone would not answer, Yeah, but she's still home Now her father has passed over & her sister is a star & her mother smokes diamonds & she sleeps out in the car Yeah, but she remembers Chicago The musicians & guitars & grass by the lake & people who laugh'd & made her poor heart ache Now we live down in the valley We work out on the farm We climb up to the mountains & everything's fine & I'm still here & you're still there & we're still around
Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey
& mystics & men
And about the believers, & how the
whole thing began
First there were women & children obeying
the moon
Then daylight brought wisdom & fever
& sickness too soon
You can try to remind me
instead of the other
you can
You can help to insure
That we all insecure our command
If you don't give a listen
I won't try to tell your
new hand
This is it can't you see
That we all have our end in
the band
And if all of the teachers & preachers
of wealth were
arraigned
We could see quite a future
for me in the literal sands
And if all of the people
could claim to inspect
such regret
Well we'd have no forgiveness
forgetfulness faithful
remorse
So I tell you
I tell you
I tell you
We must send away
We must try to find a new
answer instead of
a way
All hail the American Night And so I say to you The silk handkerchief was embroidered in China or Japan behind the steel curtain And no one can cross the borderline w/ out proper credentials. This is to say that we are all sensate & occasionally sad & if every partner in crime were to incorporate promises in his program the dance might end & all our friends would follow. Who are our friends? are they sullen & slow? Do they have great desire? Or are they one of the multitude who walk doubting their impossible regret. Certainly things happen & reoccur in continuous promise; All of us have found a safe niche where we can store up riches & talk to our fellows on the same premise of disaster But this will not do. No, this will never do. These are continents & shores which beseech our understanding. Seldom have we been so slow. Seldom have we been so far. My only wish is to see Far Arden again. The truth is on his chest The cellular excitement has Totally inspired our magic Veteran. And now for an old trip. I'm tired of thinking. I want the old forms to reassert their sexual cool. My mind is just - you know. And this morning before I sign off I would like to tell you about Texas Radio & the Big Beat. It moves into the perimeter of your sacred sincere & dedicated Smile like a calm surviver of the psychic war. He was no general for he was not old. He was no private for he could not be sold. He was only a man & his dedication extended to the last degree. Poor pretentious soldier, come home. The dark Los Angeles evening is steaming the Church that we attended & I miss my boy. Stupid in gree - What the color green? When I watch the T.V. & I see helicopters swirling their brutal & bountiful sensation over the fields & the comic walls I can only smile & fix a meal & think about the child who will one day own you. In conclusion, darling, let me repeat: your home is still here, inviolate & certain and I open the wide smile of my remembrance. This to you on the anniversary of our first night. I know you love me to talk this way. I hope no one sees this message written in the calm lonely far out languid summer afternoon W/ my total love
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