In the Bookhouse Now

Books upon books
upon books upon books on
books that are on
books
on bookes...

Warden makes the walks
Us prisners don't do talks.
We can't. Warden stole
our mouths when we came here
with some sort of spell...

The stenching of rotten tomes and woodden houseframes;
the stenching of freshly tomes and wodden houseframes;
the stenching of lacerated paperwhipped skins.
The moans, O' the moans! of us!
Imprisoned
here for
57 consecutive life sentences...
O' woe! O. Henry! O' terror! O'Neil!

Atlas Hugged

I held the world betweenst my fingertips,
and for a moment
I contemplated
squashing it.

On Grand Street I stood.
Those passing by didn't see
that I had the whole world
in my grabbers.
Had they known,
I'm sure they would have respected me;
talked to me; thrown me bits
of bread;
acknowledged my existence.

Looking down on the world in my hands,
upon Grand Street I saw myself, holding
the world betweenst my fingertips.
Other-me was hurrayed, lauded
for his feat.
Acknowledged...

I held the world betweenst my fingertips,
and for a moment
I squashed it.

Hey!

Hey!
You!
Night!

Hard Work

My doorstep led me to a waterfall

Of bright and triumphant sound

That laughed and tumbled all the way

To a bridge I think I remember from my childhood

It might be a bridge from another time

I’ve seen a lot of bridges

And crossed a lot less

I’ve never laughed memorably

But that’s normal I think we all can

Rationalize

Driving is like walking towards the

Warmly lit window on the

fourth floor

And imagining you’ll never get there

And if you imagine hard enough

You’ll just keep walking in the same place

And never get any farther or closer

And it’s all

Like driving

Davis Beauchamp Thinks For Miles

Let me go

And I'll silence my deadening revelers.

I'll answer the farthest questions and

I'll compose an oath to any Being

- however grotesque -

your massings desire.

Let me sleep

And I'll say no further word.

You payed me with ephemeral diamonds,

You corrupted my soul with love

- in Ephemeris Time -

deceiving and receiving my universal reaches.

The last spirit-driven train is due at 9.

I'll wait a mile.

Let me catch it,

and I'll never-even-almost reveal

the innermost stirrings

of our unhinged minds

in this universe

of shadowy obscurities.

One Powerful Bitch

Honey said I didn't have no money,
Honey I said now this just ain't funny,
You know I like my women strong,
You know they got it going on
I know what you know she say she know
She wanna know what you know I know you
Know
You know?
Honey's got it going on,
And allll that.
And more.
But this honey,
Well this honey is
One powerful bitch.

The Caretaker's Volume

Lifted spirits,

Soul spurts,

Transcendental longings of the third kind.

The fifth dimension of order

Of quasi-impulse radiation

Satisfaction.

Cooky birds want the cracker

But she doesn’t want it.

Twomes of gutterhalls dance in my

Elysian vision.

That’s because we left our word hordes

In the alps.

The clean, clean,

Elysial,

Transcendental,

Pure,

Clean,

Alps.