Half a cello at the festival
like the rudder of a Chinese junk
channeling Japanese joy,
always a warm stream of love
even in the deepest noise,
noise to make you feel good,
and loved, knowing in your deepest
heart, Junko loves you
for cellist Audrey Chen
Always a bitter pill
python venom
eels in green grass water
blue sea blossoms spiraling
squeezing out a serum
from the heart
attack of guns in a jungle
high streamers in the sky
bright blue balloons
Cecil’s silent tongues
pas de deux with partner
exquisite tender flesh
starlight dancing in a body
The way to love, the right way
the pathway to right love
to give the path its opportunity
to sway and turn and counter,
the path of choice, of giving choice
to take… I love a woman
simply, seeking her favor
the love of her hot mind,
pasted on precious projects
what I seek, it is a woman with direction
finding the path she follows, letting it be
I seek a mind devoted to its task
a passionate, loyal devotion to her dream
an exit for me to open then follow her
coaching her as she shows me the way
touching her with my hand but very gently
kissing her on her hair, taking her hand
I dream of a woman loving me back
rewarding me for making the right choice
right choice so hard to make,
trying the metal in fire
prerequisite passion the only effective flame
for crucible, leaving so many assays in dark
mystery, never solved, open-ended questions
of what might have been, unanswered until
the real surpasses fancy. All else is waste
the right woman… You must discover her,
find her in her fragile element
singing a tame song bolder, for you
The funky films they wrote for
who knows? Can with their crazy arsenal
of instruments, all-day jams
The beats go on to nowhere
hanging like a ship on the edge of the earth
on an old map
Complexity is of the essence
along with raunchy fun
let’s go to a concert
In the dark decline of Deutschland
they ruled the underground
the bands that bought their sounds
from their own souls
Stately mellow groove
picks up with surreal vibe
spacier and spacier
spirals of sexuality enter the plan
Slick-style folk tune melting
jungle drums sleek as ice
lugubrious, mournful wails
on high strings of guitar
Groovy electric plucks, eclectic mix
of mad and mild and merry
Suzuki sings Soul Desert
mad Jehovah’s Witness from the streets
whitening the sound that Mooney blacked
black as a new moon
The funk is a dark dangerous cave
crawling with green bats
It can get wild, wild as World War II
always the backdrop, this scene
of mellow absurdity the antidote,
or one of many in a wild world
Mother Sky starts sinister
and stays that way, surreal acid tone,
time to bake the pot brownies
Oh yeah, she brings the rain
the rain when we need it
over the Prussian fields
The rain… clouds seem to melt away
oh yeah, she brings the rain
I hear the sound of her smile
making me wait for next note
the note from my own mind
held deeply in her heart
The flow hot as the glory of God
in the land of Zeuhl, Kobaian
dreamer setting down craft
his pipe and pen and flute
sucking in delicious air
into and out of the funk
Coltrane uncorks a magnum
to fan the flames
firing forth from the crater
Vander is raving, hissing
like a panther, Stella sweetly
screeching. This is the way
it begins, and ends, the epic
of our time inscrutable,
sensed only by sound and beat
but beating hard in the heart
love music, you may say,
a firecracker spiral in the sky,
a rondo, a dance, a stage
of wild dancers passionately singing
a slider of baroque down the throat
inducing orgy, electric tang,
sly, swift sex in bed on satin pillows
The danger of the streets
Newark at night, Whitney’s haunt
and Redman’s. The bricks come
tumbling down… It’s a hard time
in Jersey: Sprinsteen’s white
and out of sight
time to think, read the red graffiti
on the subways
remember the girl who loved you
at the bar, so many years
ago, when you were looped
and lassoed with rust
deep into your soul
remember there’s always another
chance to love again
