Боги. Новые создания (ЛП) - Моррисон Джим. Страница 11
Summer sadness
The highways of the old town
Ghosts in cars
Electric shadows
Ensenada
the dead seal
the dog crucifix
ghosts of the dead car sun.
Stop the car.
Rain. Night.
Feel.
Sea-bird sea-moan
Earthquake murmuring
Fast-burning incense
Clamoring surging
Serpentine road
To the Chinese caves
Home of the winds
The gods of mourning
The city sleeps
the unhappy children
roam w/ animal gangs.
They seem to speak
to their friends
the dogs
who teach them trails.
Who can catch them?
Who can make them come
inside?
The tent girl
at midnight
stole to the well
met her lover there
They talked a while
laughed
then he left
She put an orange pillow
on her breast
In the morning
Chief w/drew his troops
planned a map
The horsemen rose on up
The women fixed the ropes
on tight
The tents are folded now
We march toward the sea.
Catalog of horrors
Descriptions of Natural disaster
Lists of miracles in the divine corridor
Catalog of objects in the room
List of things in the sacred river
The soft parade has now begun
on Sunset.
Cars come thundering down
the canyon.
Now is the time the place.
The cars come rumbling.
"You got a cool machine".
These engine beasts
muttering their soft
talk. A delight
at night
to hear their quiet voices
again
after 2 years.
Now the soft parade
has soon begun.
Cool pools
from a tired land
sink now
in the peace of evening.
Clouds weaken
die.
The sun, an orange skull,
whispers quietly, becomes an
island, is gone.
There they are
watching
us everything
will be dark.
The light changed.
We were aware
knee-deep in the fluttering air
as the ships move on
trains in their wake.
Trench mouth
again in the camps.
Gonorrhea
Tell the girl to go home
We need a witness
to the killing.
The artists of Hell
set up easels in parks
the terrible landscape,
where citizens find anxious pleasure
preyed upon by savage bands of youths
I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe all these people
are sniffing each other
backing away
teeth grinning
hair raised, growling, here in
the slaughtered wind
I am ghost killer.
witnessing to all
my blessed sanction
This is it
no more fun
the death of all joy
has come.
Do you dare
deny my
potency
my kindness
or forgiveness?
Just try
you will fry
like the rest
in holiness
And not for a
penny
will I spare
any time
for you
Ghost children
down there
in the frightening world
You are alone
have no need of other
you the child mother
who bore you
who weaned you
who made you man
Photo-booth killer
fragile bandit
straight from ambush
Kill me!
Kill the child who made
Thee.
Kill the thought-provoking
senator of lust
who brought you to this state.
Kill hate
disease
warfare
sadness
Kill badness
Kill madness
Kill photo mother murder tree
Kill me.
Kill yourself
Kill the little blind elf.
The beautiful monster
vomits a stream of watches
clocks jewels knives silver
coins copper blood
The well of time trouble
whiskey bottles perfume
razor blades beads
liquid insects hammers
thin nails the feet of
birds eagle feathers claws
machine parts chrome
teeth hair shards of
pottery skulls the ruins
of our time the debris by
a lake the gleaming
beer cans rust sable
menstrual fur
Dance naked on broken
bones feet bleed stain
glass cuts cover your mind
the dry end of vacuum
boat while the people
drop lines in still pools
pull ancient trout
from the deep home. Scales
crusted gleaming green
A knife was stolen. A
valuable hunting knife
By some strange boys
from the other camp across
the Lake
Are these our friends
racing shuddering
thru the calm vales of parliament
My son will not die in the war
He will return
numbed peasant voice of Orient
fisherman
Last time you said
this was the only way
voice of tender young girl
Running speaking
infected green
jungles
consult the oracle
bitter creek
crawl
they exist on rainwater
monkey-love
mantra mate
maker of brandy
The poison isles
The poison
Take this thin granule
of evil snakeroot
from the southern
shore
way out miracle
will find thee
The chopper blazed over
inward click sure
blasted matter, made
the time bombs free
of leprous lands
spotted w/ hunger
clinging to law
Please
show us your ragged head
silted smiling eyes
calm in fire
a silky flowered shirt
edging the eyes, alive
spidery, distant
dial lies
come, calm one
into the life-try
already wifelike
latent, leathery, loose
lawless, large languid
She was a kindom-cry