instant of creation (fertilisation) not an instant separate from breakfast It all flows down & out, flowing
but that instant: not fire & fusion (fission) but a moment of jellied ice, crystal, vegetative mating merging in cool slime splendour a crushing of steel & glass & ice
(instant in a bar; glasses clash, clink, collide)
heat & fire are outwards signs of a Small dry mating ~~~
event in a room event in space a circle Magic rite To call up the godhead spirits, demons The shaman calls: “When radio dark night…” We are eating each other. ~~~
The Voice of the Serpent dry hiss of age & steam & leaves of gold old books in ruined Temples The pages break like ash
I will not disturb I will not go
Come, he says softly
an old man appears & moves in tired dance amid the scattered dead gently they stir ~~~
I received an Aztec wall of vision & dissolved my room in sweet derision Closed my eyes, prepared to go A gentle wind inform’d me so And bathed my skin in ether glow ~~~
Drugs are a bet w/ your mind ~~~
The cigarette burn’d my fingertips & dropp’d like a log to the rug below My eyes took a trip to dig the chick Crouch’d like a cat at the next window My ears assembled music out of swarming streets but my mind rebelled at the idiot’s laughter The rising frightful idiot laughter Cheering an army of vacuum cleaners ~~~
Mouth fills w/taste of copper. Chinese paper. Foreign money. Old posters. Gyro on a string, a table. A coin spins. The faces.
There is an audience to our drama. Magic shade mask. Like the hero of a dream, he works for us, in our behalf.
How close is this to a final cut?
I fall. Sweet blackness. Strange world that waits & watches. Ancient dread of non-existence.
If it’s no problem, why mention it. Everything spoken means that, it’s opposite, & everything else. I’m alive. I’m dying. ~~~
1st wild thrush of fear
-A phone rings There is a knock on the door. It’s time to go. No.