The American Balloons
sit scribbling Castro
into 1940's renaissance holocausts
and nuclear carpet paths to
...
Summer, ah summer
Sun beams through the veiny leaves
Tickling my stomach like a father
Lying upon bugmudded grounds amidst
...
Oh, to be a fish
I'd like to see the world
Underwater, ocean
Through the eyes of a fish
...
Someday I'll live in the city
In a nice house in a house row
With a wooden floor and
some walls half brick, half white
...
Circle of meaninglessness
The budapest strategy
Wreak of human decency
Unpredictable airs
...
I'm not going to Ireland with all my friends
Unless they pay for my ticket, I'm not going
They all want to go, it's first on their list
...
Give me all hope -
Every sun, moon and star
Give me the wrath of Poseidon,
Give the goddess of the grass my wishes
...
I walked out into the stoned streets of night
The silence curing turmoil and ache
Some temporary car drove by in nothing flat
The only laughs were streetpost lamps
...
No Intervening
The American Balloons
sit scribbling Castro
into 1940's renaissance holocausts
and nuclear carpet paths to
pre-concieved safety notions
Which flash past a mighty juggler's
penny arcade
All sit conversely together
One with each other's transcendence
Deep into violent unconcious naivety
that spares no passing glances
or acknowledgement
And amidst the livelihood of
necktie-poverty will grow beseeched
rhythms disasterously inflating their own
follied heads
Beneath this, extrasensory exterior contact
Brides of life
One - no more feeling and
no intervening