MULE KICK BLUES
NOW
THE
HOLY
GRAIL
got no place at all
All that stuff
is
shit
like wood alcohol
DIMENSIONS
DISAPPEARING
flitting
flicking
flaring;
MULES
KICKING
in
the
stall
MY
love's
a ball
of melted
wax
STACKS
OF BRIGHT ROBED
singers
singing
in the polymers
reaching out
with tendrils till
WE
KNOW
WE'VE HAD
enough
and
IT
DOESN'T
stop
at
all
Thin-sliced deer horn,
lichen scraped
from rocks
and threads of nothing
making baby's sox
CHAOS AND ORDER
CHEW
with tiny teeth
on edges
of complexity
THEY
MAKE
A
SMELL
like starlight
and
a
TIGER'S
BREATH
Totem faces
carved in cedar,
fats hung
together
and all turned inside out
THAT'S WHAT WE GOT
and smoke stack lightning
to look inside the dwarf
I'M
SINGING
SOMEWHERE
in the future
into
something's
ear
UNSCROLLING
from
the proteins
made
from
NOTHING NEAR
IT
MIGHT
be a spoon for the blackness;
IT
COULD
BE THE MOON
on oak tree leaves
I'm
coming from
my hormones
with nothing left
to tease
HA
HA
HO
HO
HA-HA
HO-HO
I'm coming out
from hormones
and crawling
on
my knees
Please
give me
your finger
Please
give me
your smile
I'LL
NEVER
BE
HERE
forever
That's
a long long
while
I
got
star clusters
I
got
the hummingbird's
sneeze
BUT
THE
HOLY
GRAIL
got no place at all
Look into
the blackness
at
Mama/Papa Nothing
RIGHT
BEHIND
THE
EYES
HI HO
HAY-HAY
You are as real
as something:
your eyes, your breasts
your teeth
I
DON'T
KNOW
what
path
I'm walking
BUT
I
KNOW
WHAT BED
I
SLEEP
WE WALK
together
on
the edge
and look
into the leap
BUT
THE
HOLY
GRAIL
got no place at all
WE'RE
LAUGHING
WHILE
WE
FALL
THERE'S
A
TRILLION
WAYS OF SINKING
eyes
into the tar
A
TRILLION
WAYS
but
NONE
can
see
so far
DIMENSIONS DISAPPEARING
MULES
KICKING
in
the
stall
BUT
THE
HOLY
GRAIL
got no place at all
FOR WILLIE DIXON
HERE'S A WORD
Ayy... Gee... Enn... Oh... Ess... Eye... Ayy...
spells Agnosia
AGNOSIA
LIKE A BIG BLACK ROSE
AGNOSIA IS KNOWING
THROUGH NOT KNOWING
everybody knows
we are the petals and the thorns
We are
THE CLIFF OF MEAT-BLACK
B
A
C
K
in
there
&
THE MYSTIC,
MEISTER ECKHART,
in his night-petaled robe
KNEW GOD
THROUGH NOT KNOWING
(KNOT
NO-
ING)
Everybody knows
we are the muscled black
projecting dark
to put the black on
back on
ALL
THINGS
ON
THE
EDGE
CHUNK
Material
reality
smiling in the teeth
of old Despair
Death is
beside the point
we're always dead
and
in
EVERY WAY
this flesh is every way alive
where
THE
SINGERS
in the night
are coyote voices
of black and scarlet
ROSES
choiring on the radio that bursts the dawn
WHILE
helicopters
puke
on children
and flash out harsh pools
of circling light
DON'T
TELL
ME
this
IS
REAL
because it is the edge chunk
of what I feel!
I HOLD THE BLACK!
YOU HOLD THE LIGHT
I
SURRENDER
I
AM
A
MYSTIC
I
TREMBLE
in the shambles
(in the brambles)
when my Enemies come to get me!
THIS IS THE NIGHT
and I'm not halfway free
(WEAR
THE
SUIT
OF SILK
and whistle
in the graveyard!)
Slinky silk upon the thigh
HEAD
HURTS
Where is the crisis?
SHOULDERS
CLENCH
The beggars are coming to town
Some in rags and
some in tags and
some in
VELVET GOWNS
Rattles in the gears
of old cars
SOUL?
Hah!
There's A
BLACK
CAVE
with a mouth
in there
black cave with a mouth
in there
and it
LOVES
ME
Looking up at me
EDGE
CHUNK
AGNOSIA
MO
MENT
OF GRACE
LET'S NOT HIDE IT
HIDE IT
EDGE
CHUNK
COME IN BLACK
ROSES
like some hero's shoulders
MOMENT OF GRACE
IT
ALL
POURS
like long lean cars
lean cars
MUSTANGS
and never moves
VISION QUEST
MOMENTARY GRACE
IF I HAD A THOUSAND SENSES
I could tell you
why molecules
are
lies
AND
WHAT
WE
TRULY
ARE
Not quarks or hadrons
or drunken flies
or RAIN DROPS
falling on magnolia leaves
or sheaves
of titillating fingers
clipped from the edge chunks
of the things
we smell
We can say, "Goodbye Hell"
"Hello Heaven"
and it doesn't even mean
as much as sparrow shit
on the walls of a football stadium
I surrender cower I am a worm
churning in the apple flower
I
BEG
PITY
of the worlds
I
Make
in my lusts
for
them
This is our beginning and we're flexing
BICEPS
in the shadow of the end
I
AM
THE CLOUD
I
AM
THE
CLOUD
I'm just chicken a'la king
I am the cloud of
UN
KNOWING
Ayy... Gee... Enn... Oh... Ess... Eye... Ayy...
There's a word
Some word...
BLACK WINE
YEAH I LOVE YOU MAMA, I'M GONNA DRINK BLACK WINE
Well, I love you Mama
I'm gonna drink black wine
Going put my hairy hands
on the table
Gonna hold the broken cup
and drink black wine
We come from no place
and I'm going there all the time
Crickets singing in the evening
Chirping in the darkest time
I hear you telling me
I hear you telling me
Saying I gotta go
We gotta go when the crickets singing
Hairy hands on the table
holding the blackest wine
Crickets singing in the evening
Chirping in the darkest time
There's a drum out there
in the sunlight
There's a drum out there
in the sunlight
but crickets sing in the evening
chirping in the darkest time
Well I love you Mama
I'm gonna drink black wine
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Yeah
DEEP MUD BLUES
I PUT MY HANDS IN DEEP MUD
AND GET THE TASTE OF THE FLOOR
GET THE TASTE OF THE FLOOR
WHEN I LOOK INTO THE NIGHT
FEET WALK OUT THE DOOR
I'M ALWAYS HUNGRY
FOR THE FACE IN YOUR EYES
I WALK THROUGH THE DARK
THROUGH THE DARK
OF YOUR HANDS
V
E
L
V
E
T
BLACK
IN THE DARK,
OF THE TOUCH
OF YOUR HANDS
but then I'm deep mud
I'm deep mud
with the taste of the floor
When I look into the night
your feet walk out the door
It's rivers of pearls and barrels of snow
It's rivers of tears and barrels of snow
I don't know anything except what you know
I PUT MY HANDS IN DEEP MUD
GET THE TASTE OF THE FLOOR
HOWLIN' BLUES
SPANK ME WITH A ROSE
I'm headed for jail,
just headed for jail.
See the little sparrow
with her eyes on the hawk.
Everything around is
just more talk.
Don't use a knife to pound in a nail.
Spank me with a rose
I'm headed for jail.
Hawk he's hungry
and Sparrow tastes good.
Feathers fall down by the side of the road.
It's
A
LONG
WAY
BACK
to where
stars lie in bed.
Spank me with a rose.
Hawk he's hungry
and Sparrow tastes good.
Spank me with a rose.
It's
A
LONG
WAY
BACK
to where
stars lie in bed.
I'm headed for jail.
Don't use a knife to pound in a nail.
LEAD BELLY BLUES
LEAD BELLY BLUES GET IN MY BONES
I'm sick of old folks' tears and baby's groans.
I'm choke full of this lion-eating Rome.
I'm going where the eagle is going.
Zero, America, I'm going home.
I'll be where I hold my lover at night.
My head's a hammer and my toes are stones.
She's got a bed the color of a rose.
Rain on the roof in the morning light.
Lead Belly blues get in my bones.
Rain on the roof in the morning light.
FORTY SONGS
I'M STANDING ON THE RIVER OF NIGHT WITH FORTY SONGS
Here's the river of night with forty songs
I'm standing on the river of night with forty songs
I'll be stepping in the boat before too long
Stepping in the boat with all these songs
White hair hanging in my beard like moss
Everything I see is movies in a dream
Look at bubbles flowing round the rocks
in the stream
I'll be stepping in the boat before too long
Deer make noise
As they walk over old dead leaves
I'll be stepping in the boat before too long
Deer make noise
As they walk over old dead leaves
VOICES
IN
THE
HEAD
Like Ali Baba
And the thieves
When you get home
When you get home
Sit down with your back against a tree
See pictures go by like movies in a dream
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