Back To The Spaceship

Your spaceship came
to pick you up
went back to the stars
to stir them all up
back to the stars
back to the spaceship
back to the galaxies and nebula that birthed the ages

too short to see it

too long to watch it happen

every dot aligns in the place it should be
everything is a conflagration to gasses
unleashed to run the gambit before ash and ashes
reveal the moonlight
on the dark side of the none-too-soon.
we're here
then we're not.
people die waiting on the phone
or during card games
holding hard on to secrets
running rum through old dreams
to keep it
intact
in fact
its nothing but truth eventually
old memories
eventually extinguish relvance in 100 years
we are old chords
sheet music from another age
"Look your Darling Girl!" in waltz time
with a hint of spilled soda water, silver polish; oysters
where old people sing and talk of their throat
imbeciles rail against guns and wheat
can you see what its done to me
to look back into through clocks into
those eyes for which in time there is no explanation?

(right here there is a burst of stars and nothingness)

standing on the rim of the sea
I never know how well I know the seam of the sky
there is no floating cabinet of shadows replicating
no rudderless complication
we're off on a dream
an occasional nightmare seam
a tangent, its plangent scattering evident
and everygreen
ever seen
like bugs on a glass  / autumn window in new york
polished with ash (the graves in chorus)
public and rubric
and stooped
in the valley
of explanation.

Others That Do / Ancient Mariners Sing

would it hurt
you to riddle my
imagination.
sustained but not in pain
this draize trains runs aground again
blind, I might be
but

there are eyes
there are glances
there are imperfect promises
I made to no one
thank you merlin
lead the dragons to the slaughter
for the sins
of all your daughters
fathers
cast to slithering snakes
and doused with gasoline
saxophones and liberty hitting middle C
in the brief moment between death
distraction and promise
in my hand I carry change
lye crystals lay on my hand
burning like lonely boy
held down in the deep end
will the circuit ever make
a connection
or will the bed
just sit there
and burn


dream big
guitars and
boys screaming in imprecise
decibels
sun shines, park lines drawn
in the difference between presets and
what you get to match seasons
treason beckons for whiskey tango fuck the noise
wavelengths disappear in cardio dawn drenched
arpeggios sustained dreams ethering
dithering with hercules
arms wrapped
old films acting as arms
in a mirrored glass reflection

The Time is 15:00 GMT / the price of America

this program is coming to
you direct from the voice
of america
its hysterical
do I even care
he sitting in that chair
I laugh at him
his blank stare.
the gate
the hating
frustrating
experience
I was
I was euphoria
I felt victorious
I felt the vapor
asphyxiate us.
burnt to a crisp
tossed like
fuel into
the belly
of the phoenix
what came between us?
It felt beneath me.
and I was guilty?
and I was petty?
let all your devils
come and try to get me.
I blow out your candle.
I laugh at your haste.
one day you'll taste
the knowledge you can't handle.
attacked by vandals
your heart is black coal
blocked forest hideaway
you said we'd find a way
but I was lead astray
I thought we'd fly across
oceans and drink in
the spray.
instead you walked away
while we were in a trench.
I had a hunch
when it came
time to crunch
I'd be left high and dry
like an abandoned boat.
no chance for redemption
only worried
when you can't float.

(yeah, fuck it. I found the right guy to build a raft out of hell with already thankyouverymuch you evil bastard-and its NOT you. (waves at Bob ;)- (pushes cluttered block of ice out towards the sea)(goes back to making art)(this program is coming to you from the United Stated of America - this is radio america - this radio calling - this is radio chaos - are you calling? - are you stalling? - I am falling in love with this handsome creature - we're both teachers - standing ovation - radio programming coming to you love from aboard.....live...live.....what a world it is...