Man Ray – Lautgedicht (1924)

Man Ray

garments that have been pressed

seek her in her grassy tomb

flesh fleece and evening star,

murmurs rise from escaped soul

mouth a shrine to heavens kiss,

text on stone chiseled deep

scythe a scalpel to those around,

to a vow made on cradle key

in binding earth no more a sleep

a million flakes of tempted tremors,

noonday heat rises with the sun,

rise up on quivering breeze

her broken tongue is healing

love a radiant throng

the sick longing eye and dropping of

gossamer veil,

chants names of those  exposed

beyond wither,

whole flesh again

i wish back that angry fist

spirits breathe in sensual undulate

on pages of book no longer departed

i have said my piece up to space,

enameled hand paints gallery in the cave

images as she had been growing wild

reaching out,

some say i am a crook

a felon

a murderer

an abuser

LA has no cheap glories for them to remember

i am hunted,

drone circling over head,

zeal of vocal chords will not be heard

splendor and the urban glow

in it’s journey the air skins itself

from the day,

breathe free and roam

away from dark fragrances

that have the stench of destruction,

many colored flowers fear the sunshine

and bee’s in waxen cells wait,

assassin’s claim the holy star

as low shepherds no more as minstrels

play,

ample breasted ornament of the night

gives blessing suppliante aid,

zephyr brings the bleaching draft,

youths desire lanky and untold

held in his journals all that is confident

and private,

cold fires again made him bold,

but from the ground comes an ultimatum

don’t let sorrow bear down,

juicy flood and promised kiss,

half willing freeway traffic unfurls time

as it becomes trapped by clustered vine,

nourished from her bed

lust a luxurious blaze under saffron veils

adds more fever to a new day,

petals had spread from the laden stem,

but those minutes had left ravished eyes

and new reality subsided under overshadowing

wing,

with it’s horrid glare

the air has revealed all

camels and polaroids

cigarettes an abbreviation

to thoughts darkening,

a twist of  cyanide,

crushed camel packet dropped

too many smoked

mouth stale not as nature intended,

parked up

windows hazed slightly,

those words he had written down

being spoke to no one,

he could not bring himself to knock

and apologize,

over thinking a problem

made it only worse,

could they make up

or would leaving six years be easier,

he wished to be painting that

green wall again,

had she seen his car

panic a dense butterfly fluttered,

one glance a mans shape

at the downstairs window,

sudden confirmation

jerked ignition started and left

he had photographs

blind code of tragedy

o glad spring

natures skin covers all again,

immortals forgotten

books buried in dull folded earth

tender vortice consuming hearts,

there is a thirst for the coming sand,

grass may tremble as it has risen,

flaming rings and streaming darkness

colossal worlds had not seen anything

of this before,

innate crawling at our borders

no day is forever,

spires and battlements no place

for ones such as this,

cold petals of a comets tail

let it pass

nine waves of birth

many wanted it shrouded

mother

scarlet ribs exposed expired,

now here would grow

one of a darker shine is coming

in a place on fifth street

habitat of men’s waste

civilization stiffened,

once before it had been seen

but not born as this had been

limbs without foetal sac extend 

ribs expanded

a new biology that was rapid and sudden

fear came in quarters

with each section of growth,

it knew and would consume voracious and explicit,

time segmented to be lived

as and when it wanted,

those who knew to object

found in a deep lividity,

and there was others born of old natures form

fragile anthropoid womb,

as they rose

as did the hero

figure in fixative of mood and relevance

could he protect against such malevolence,

he was a lure to the failings and complexities

we had once known,

from poulticed womb

sucking on earth drawn nipple,

would live and not yield,

he could not comprehend

that he would see

stark in it’s contrasts a beast to be fallen or understood,

flesh decays for a reason

both he and beast

faced a modernity

that was new and abstract

in a wasteland of succession ,

beast would find it’s way

limbs gave way to wings

stretched on the industrialism and democracy

that came before

fear could be a portent

science a response not a reaction

could not comprehend,

even those who had laws

that pastured and herded

experienced a sight problematic

with their domestication to older gods,

he again the one chosen to slay

as they truly wanted,

two creatures find a companionship

astride ocean’s they left

the tentative threads of old tragedy that existed,

and watch the tilt and slide

on axis of belief and society

fall away to a darkness 

worse than nothing

 

Richard Brautigan- For Fear You Will Be Alone

Morning Blend

sun slits days first sky,

morning sweet as unbitten candy,

sidewalk warm with evaporating

stains of rain,

moving to the car in the lot

metal warm contours

windows open,

radio interrupted silence

news bisects my mind

shootings, loss, agony, fire

emotive stackup for the day,

early congestion everywhere

car noses prominent

pushed as bows on blacktop,

juddering in lines

with nominal spurts of speed,

instead of frustration

my breath became clear

so i would not fog the windows,

would she be waking

what first thoughts,

it did not matter

cellphone switched off

work would not be expecting

me either,

elements of freedom began to encroach,

if only the traffic moved faster

human tide most offensive,

we live under burden and pressure

uniting physical and metaphysical,

other faces stared ahead

bluetooth headsets flickering

nobody smiled

grey faced stream,

gazing from one car to another

inhaling fumes through a/c

how desperate it seemed,

even music could not alter this

monotonous mass,

i was part of this

humanity as a whole,

to depart from all this

would i become a monster.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/08/17/weekly-photo-challenge-merge/#respond working on a theme of MERGE

Saxophone of The Blissful

smoky auburn hair,

eyes shallow closed,

music permeated

the atmosphere,

drawn by the

colluding sound

of a saxophone,

dew down cleavage,

exalted breathing

a rapture,

unraveled my conscious

guiding me to

solace