blue drives

Green-spine, lifted flower eyes
lifted like cloudless woods,
now swaying on stalk,
closing to pollined ears.
Body brown-webbed, insecticide-sterilized,
sheen machines of Zion and worse,
even of Buddha--

Screeching Blue Angels are a warning.
Airplane roar scratched up white desert plain,
ivory eagles, hook-beaked black, clawing bough symmetric.
beaked spectres screeching
white horizon-light plumesmokethe
tiny blue cactus, the yellowed dust! the creosote shade quivering!
Crushing Dante-fire in rainy city museum pictures.

Oh father street,
how jagged with Chrysler burn
even atoll island floor burned alone.
And our wilderness lit
w/ apartment light | w/ gray skyscraper quietness,
highest red light winking
and it's black peak somehow a breathing comfort--

Now grinding north-bridges,
our whistle-hurrahs ( in stone ),
can we leave visage & peer
where books fail,
gaze over,
beyond deep homes? their
couched comfort (in certain shady corners)
makes arounds with steady pressure & grows,
growing their own dying fireplace;
shaved face oblivious of monstrous keeps,
fingers open to beating--

Driving gears! We, unclothed steers caught in miles
making, claiming, praying, thinking, losing ourselves,
all sliding. Swept in road-spread cars,
how we'll hold this image, even unto sleep--

The seas of philosophies,
the faith these expectations blackened faithless by expectations,
hollow-heart morning, evening, copulation;
we teeth-grind toward definitions!
A puzzling assurance which, pardon,
implies convictions.
for Note: innumerable obscurities in objects,
like cigarette drawings on an empty bus
and didactic objects VIZ: the sea.
it is

State sustains efforts of real exist,
for produce, for delight, by faith
we turn something-politician and we:
further grant that though certain truths incomplete & unexplored,
likely so though.

Major influence: Pound.  I am forced by cultural tests to be contrarian more often than not, though without his distinction of being accused of iconoclasm, thus far.  I write for the seeker of reality beyond media-implanted memes, and of its technical and spiritual realms. I have two books of poetry, 'a poem or few' and 'Royal Deluxe' which are safely stowed with my trusted agent, manager and biographer Google Documents™.