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Summer sadness

The highways of the old town

Ghosts in cars

Electric shadows

* * *

Ensenada

the dead seal

the dog crucifix

ghosts of the dead car sun.

Stop the car.

Rain. Night.

Feel.

* * *

Sea-bird sea-moan

Earthquake murmuring

Fast-burning incense

Clamoring surging

Serpentine road

To the Chinese caves

Home of the winds

The gods of mourning

* * *

The city sleeps

the unhappy children

roam w/ animal gangs.

They seem to speak

to their friends

the dogs

who teach them trails.

Who can catch them?

Who can make them come

inside?

* * *

The tent girl

at midnight

stole to the well

met her lover there

They talked a while

laughed

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