Just released from Blazing Stadium, this small 27 page chapbook/pamphlet carries 15 of my poems. This is a very limited edition, so if you'd like to purchase a copy visit https://blazingstadium.com/books.
Anyone's permutations anymore than my own sleepwalking from Tehuantepec to Kubla Khan loaded to the springs Early morning spillover of pearl gray light wind cold off the water too greasy to surf Purgatory Point The specific gravity of a rainy day charting alternate routes to nowhere Practicing the old soft shoe as they used to say old wounds, telepathic radio & paraphernalias a kool-aid bubble w/a sea scum shine & all of it riding off into the sunset behind the wheel of an El Ranchero hand grenade as the credits roll up into the bruised pink haze drenched in gasoline bottled at the source
On an empty beach just me & the bitter angels of my nature it could have been anywhere after sunset but w/pale neon blinking in the mist so that it was like Chinatown under water . . . I have stood on the street there w/my chow mein & notebook as the weather swept up the coast from the south driven it would seem by sea creatures who resemble devatas from an ancient sandstone carving but w/seaweed in their hair & wearing damp sunglasses to hide their incendiary eyes from those like me who would like to know
It's springtime now that it's almost summer not like but is as a family of trolls tumbling out of a dirty green Dodge van folded into the sound of traffic on Mission Street rush hour The bright sunlight takes me somewhere else entirely goatfoot tapdance across the sand gravel path lined with native grasses, lupin, young thistle to think that the roots bite down in this hard & rocky soil & outrageous blossoms burst forth the birds & bees & cigarette trees harmonic diversions Leaf & petal slice a corner off the sky a small blue corner pick it up & take it home another piece of the puzzle
The music was piped in on a ship-to-shore set-up bouncing off a satellite east of Arcturus sending ripples across the estuary w/sea mist & pearls dipped in sunset blue yellow red green & turquoise w/chrome inlay repeated in the windswept cypress & wet sand when the tide is almost full & as if to resume the distances the weight of California leans on Mexico just a shade past suspicion downloading the Dance of the Mollusk & other psychic disorders on a scale of 1 to 10 last seen carrying a slingshot & a blanket skip the gutter / shoot the breeze A voice from on high but not high enough
Dealing in the sub-rhyme (Word is saving "The Poems" i.e., the white noise of dueling tambourines in the kelp grove) around here this is considered a "lifestyle" Now I am free to be driven to distraction in a gleaming sky blue Cadillac El Dorado Clouds sliding past ruin'd Ilion somewhere in Baja California around the corner from Thirty-six Views of Mt. Fuji Dog Days (underlined in red) & it's not even June banging around in the rearview mirror w/a measly palm tree or two & those subliminal green waves endlessly rocking
The first part opens w/a simple melodic phrase establishing a theme elaborated upon in the second section the third part is a duet for clarinet & fuel pump while the fourth & final section takes us on a detour thru a wind tunnel begging indulgence without vows or refuge LOVE TRIUMPHANT a roll of the dice such as would secretly engender a tender sense of desperation H e a r t & S o u l A silver spoon (blue w/rust), dengue fever, & the legendary paradox that left you untethered somewhere in the vicinity of the lesser Antilles clouds rearranging themselves in anticipation of the next million dollar idea dimension evoking divinity in hindsight heaven for those who watusi in their sleep & even if my heart's a boomerang w/yr name on it I'm pledging my time & fancy footwork