Suburbia Cantos

1.

Open windows.
Birdsong mingles soft
sounds of birth
strained thru shields
of fragrance;
struck bells of spoons;

silence of dormant
crumbs lost gold
ingots
of morning.

Exhaust:
gray webs
in golden
sun's revolt

cast away darkness,
all-thumbed evils
of night his coolness
kingdom to moths'
fanatic powder flight.

Felt ecstasy of
burning;
kiss of the fire god.
O sweet blue
dance in death's raiment.


2.

We do not have
questions for the
far away mountains,
playing I am the
sun king
behold the glory of my
coronet.
I am golden.

We leave our wives
at home
for they will have fabric
full of shape
& the strange wonder
of softness,

prize trinkets &
labor at allurement.

We do not know
of such things;
we drive steel thru
labyrinths
unaware of dimension;

wet sheaths await us
for the evening ritual.


3.

What are you,
white magic?
Have you bones among
sweet cream?

When will you fly
O bird?
Or stay for the
palm's nest?
The solace of the mouth?

I will hold you
against the
insult of
Oblivion.

Nourish me,
wife,
mother of
life.


4.

She keeps the
cave neat for
the comfort of
the blind worm,
to whom Money is
the rain calling
to ground.

She stands, she moves;
her wrists are touched
w/ water.

If you look into her
eyes you will walk threadbare
among stars;

if you kiss
her mouth
you will be a
fool w/ a crown of rain.




late 1980s (imitating Jim Morrison)