Far ArdenIn that year We had an intense visitation of energy SIGNALSWhen 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 NOONTell 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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