SEQUENCES:
DEMAND TO CONTROL:

demand to control
to demonic
showcased (this) hypocrisy
that trumpet is too smooth
too firmly on track
the transcendentalist morning long shut 
to that echo
the price to be paid
in this contemporary
bane of bleeding
the Other's gaze
upon wallets
stuffed
           with blue money
the ocean  flumed
away from this symbolic mandate
the grail drowned
in champagne
thy tango
flusters by
Sadeian narrative
bruisingly     how else
occupies the dark spaces
round the dance floor
fetish of phallus 
                        and
         lack
bonded into the implored message
'I' ahab   the sea beast
brute of coral heart
and sharper intelligence
no patient visitor
at this gig
mock the orphans
from the morgue
of the atlantic doom
of heart

that tendentious dance
of turnaround
into blue sky  almost realism
an owl sniffs and leaves
the speeding star
talks 
       back to blake
where spinozan fellow travellers
eye   bared
cubano chant of bad gold
and loose dreams
and the horses waked
by dogs rapping  yapping

to us today
                radical
in the face of stalinist phantoms
in the face of such patricide
blunders into the real rain
adding insult to surgery
of magic     crow's harsh
bark     dysyllables of ruin
and snapping back
the night     the broken lamps
indolent
            along the littered 
  causeways
'i' am god     my feet are blood
a strange tall bottle in my hand
and thou  thou goest
twist    been    turn   to
memory to meat  too real

a liberty in the speech forest
legitimizing the strange
                                
 obsession

romance and foolery
bending and burned
tonight
          to take on
the imploding horde on the border




in revealing  conceal
in hiding  display
only the traces remain
for trackers to harry
and practice their masters
divinations

black art supreme

doom manifesto    
                          


this
time tangled
in looping nets of
chaos and bloody  brilliance - 
   shrill laughter -
the fathers
mourn
from the perpetual sidelines
boats fly
by planes float
the sky
empties
into the sea
faces
old  remembered
of fondness
 - hatred too
mock the bitter 
day
your sun sets
in steel
clock running
downtown
back home
the old boys
will be getting
slowly drunk
electric autumn
awaiting
new definition
cagerusted
                   
into nostalgia's 
 stasis
the animal years
yearn
for new contortions
 - there is more
                        
 isn't 
there?


THESE RANDOM HIGHS:

these random highs
a bursting through
of desire
to act - to excess
overflowed
to dreamburst
to walk  
            into
crowded bars
and be happy
      in a brief overflowing
talk twining its
way through
confusion
naming
in oralised
instants
 a brief     freezing
of fluidities



whacked brain nation
broken futures
behind
the radio
hot little thing
waste matter
waste  matters
help     hell
deep    waters
print     seemly
homo    sapiens
queer wine
where's the boss
old Buck's voice
bleeding in the dark
our words aren't our own? 
no style no spin
on the syllables
sentences and 
all...(?)

where's moloch now?
only rain on the blinds
he's hiding  the bastard
trick  or
trash soul gloom in global circuits
of money madness
trust
games of fool
lovers bluffed
to blowout 
                        splash and 
disappear



a beer again
(or 2)
meditation
on misread
hemingway
catherine  
                had
more cojones
frederic
you ball-less bastard
just the cool wall 
of a uniform
to hold you under the law
these foolish things
the sensual hit
of beer  fuck
hemingway anyway
and lester young now
in the head
soft cojones?
bird = diamond edged
balls of sound
these foolish cojones
but without them
death is a
banal effect
and one big trouble
cojones one and all
give tragic meaning
and some style
to the
crash into black

 ----------------------now
some retrorock
only sounds good
after 2 or 4  drinks - onwards
                         and the cheap
fluid geometries of
pool
these foolish
                       things
remind me of nothing
unfold to closure
come on now boys

go home.





bluff 
and emotion
today:
            I shaved off
my moustache
and contemplated
divorce
            again
dropping
into a so deep 
          reverie
of (no doubt) illusory
blurry freedom
         



lying in bed
reading whitman
and drinking wine
to cure yesterday's
hangover
drunken emotional
violence
leaves an
eery calm
over the home
- fractured beautifully
by this tape 
of cecil taylor at the cafe montmartre
 sometime in the 1960s
oh captain
oh boy
what small
luxury
what little
              decadence




pay day blues
saturday hangover     slashed
from the rhythms of the hard life
into dust  of months
abandoned          speech
cluttered by dehydration's
ruin
hard days
bitter afternoons
staring at
the shutters
to bygone
can't let be
but gone
             all the same
tv spew of guns and drugs
gangs and bangs and trucks of blood
the wires
rule the open prairies
calm down     too soon
tragedial     vacancy
signs scrawled
on old rocks
guns and drugs and bad fucking
and trucks of blood
new dreams  old nightmares  rising
 from ruin
crashing back into compromise
graveyard shout  
shattered banality
uncomprehended loss




CRASHING OUT:

fear has gone too far this time
 the weeds of drunken verbiage wranglers
 clog the
ditches of your heart
too late fuckers to be bound by fools
no more 
well i've had it  up to the mouthful
and choked throat
the mind my dear so flattened out by the global
 hip hop
 slipped up slopped down
postmodern drugdoomsterfreakdeath peddlers
time to go- fue- and tune up strike up the
 bandwidth 
roll down the credits to fallow
excitement time to go
onward to timeless timefull leery of 
traps 
that are set
 by the scholars
running in fear from the hard cold
 realities 
that crush them into their
pedantic revelries under the law of their
 dead fathers,
 marx freud the oldnineteenth
century gang
bang the fuckers down and out for
good or bad
dramas of the new needed linked to the
 power and speed
 of whatever of the old can
still cut it
and what has not survived or travelled
 too well
 can be sick into the trashcarts
before being wheeled away to the
retirement home 
    some reverence can be afforded
- but not much
energy is needed for the ongoing ready to 
roll and
 fire the head and heart
of a new damn day
down by the wayside of the old a diagonal 
adagio blast into overtones
of new chaos and beauty - yes the dread word -
 beauty of approach to the millenium
or fuck settle for Olson's truth instead in a
 dark time still pierced by shards of hard
diamond
biting through to move the pumping heart
continuities of blood and flesh
cycles of genetic warp flash dazzle
rhyzomic meanderings to slash and burn a new way
 through the clutter  chop that
fucking tree down
woodsman  need the space for a superhighway of
 the marvellous - pull down the
quaint twee cottages
that block the view to new dawns  in city
streets, or rural slums or rotting beaches

yes fear has gone too far this time
we're crashing out

into a new ranting brilliance



Across the tracks
the sliding drunken view
from the nouveau hobo jungle
follows its multiple
trajectories
to spin you dizzy     nameless
through nausea and loss
to exhilaration and awesome expectation
while the palace
and the academy
are on fire in the deep distance
movement and speed
to race faster than the fast
has become the imperative
psychological spur
to new mutation
    -  and survival



Solitude  alone to
the strange grey mist
again
         the sea has
disappeared
clouds breath
                      covers
all     to isolation
hermetic meanderings
intense in their circular navigations
meaningless flagellations
interventions meant
to draw blood
that will re-inscribe
new 'meanings'
how sad
to flounder   in a drowning
to not even pleasurable 

mist corrodes
all connections
or covers them over completely
to part   here and there
and reveal illusions
of perspective
the whole cannot be grasped
by King - or Queen -
Mind

only the ache of an overused muscle
dullness  
             thuds
in the veins
heart rhythm today
       seems
just a monotony
not a punching through
ecstasy has
taken a long holiday
the unconscious lies brooding inactive in 
its vault
a grey cloud of unbeing
locking it down
space emptied of time and meaning
is both dull
and vaguely
                   frightening
the everlurking heresy of suicide
cuts through
on a day                              
   like this



shard in hand
diamond white crystal
refractions in white space
spring lines to form new
metonymies            
         order
through
the chatter and bang of drums  
   dance
rise up to mix with with
the shiny sound
noise of everyday
melodies and figures
to hear   celebrate
ordinary joy
no cotton candy
a spiky feast
astringent 'beauty'
scrape new life from old scales
bells of overtones
create a wider cathedral
open to psychobiological speculations

the walls have moved again



AHAB'S LAMENT: 
I AM A WILD MAN IN A BOAT OF SORROW:

I am a wild man
in a boat of sorrow
see   this fearsome
midnight voodoo run
overshines
                  the drunken sea
thine own self tossed and splattered
                       trash biblicana
arcane revery
to shoot     the waves
ammo from
a gun of love
bad white blues
stalk the lightning night

                  KARMA
 of some wild seed memory
done violence
                       

              to be
unmade

the rigging ripped
by stormwinds
ballast of banged out cantatas floats across
 the deck
to sing
           these weary
songs of the deep
slime of ocean
                       bed
drownings
                       banner
across the drear sky
projection of reversal
this blasting hurling wild
I am
a wild man in a boat of
tossed sorrow
                      WRACK
split thoughts
of splintered dialectics
old heart traumas
all the undone
will unravelling
a ripped sail
                    bust up
rudder
lashed to Ahab's wheel
trials of harsh troubles
pounding pounding
stormed on a cross
the old man's vision
stalks the fog
                      the drunken 
Dutchman approaches
bells  croak
all is not
              well
I am a wilderness   a wild man
in a boat of sorrow
wrath smashed 
                         and
savage             to dive
  
            DEEP
 deep sea driver
writhing
             saltslashed
eye turned in   its weapons blunted 
 - 'a stranger to the stars'
to depths mirrored
incarnadine with drowned
angels
riding out the whirlwind





TRUE NORTH:

set 
     to True North
this impossible journey
adventure to define
in the slippage
of the brutal glaziers
many characters
lie stretched
                     in the snow
eyes iced over
ears deafened
by the last echos of roaring wilderness
archetypes stranded
in the dazzle
of white glare

True North     a chimera
fantastic beasts
flag on the periphery
sound those faint holloos
acoustic mystery of source
this perpetual movement
running to the run on
the CIRCLE
the sacred lever
hidden in the vastness
awaiting a frozen gloved hand
pages of empty template
where maps are no more
than the confusions of arrogance
and the blindness of identity

TRUE NORTH

the savagery of the ghosts
of wolves
lurks out of sight
behind the sad nostalgic campfires
futile gestures of blaze
lines of flight beckon
to lure the unwary
icy graves
the return on
an oversubscribed investment
the lure of TRUE north
the hole place
of all resolutions
flits through the blood
and 'reason'
beyond reason
                         impelled
and called forth by
the memory
a long faint trace
the SIGN
of true north
haunting the
impossible languages of the night
a waking into the chaotic frost 
of disillusion
sweating
              with
some soft recall of loss
set to True North
the voyagers
sirened out from safety
in the seizure of a fiery madness
the lure of ice and fire reconciliations


IN WALKED DOUG:

in walked doug
blowing harp unaeolian
(thank fuck)
and delivering sestinas
and villanelles
a craft hard-honed
within the old set parameters
yet breathing and moving with the accuracy 
of grace
and  raffish elegance
                                   
 that moustache
a subtle overlining
of nonchalant sadness
 and compassionate irony
 - 'we may see his like but we'll never see 
better'
glorio to his bardic thrust
in an unwelcoming year
the chatter of fashionable transience
will not (yet)
bury his 'like'
underneath the ephemera of intolerance
the territory is wide enough
                               
                 after all





signed under the deliverance
of bright lights
                          confessional city
reparation to true hearts
 and busted by a 
                          changing wind
the clang of demonic bells
avatar of ripening dangers
work through
                         to
the unstable essentials
the table
crowded with cheap food
and booze
                       slopped
down the vests
of deranged
veterans
courtiers to the crimson pirates
of the wandering
                       tuneless
night
nuevo fandango
and clumsy polkas
                       collapse
into stumbles
of kinetic unravelling