Crash City Compilation

The Ghost of Mayonnaise and Kisses (30/49)

party down the road
i can’t remember
a novel’s title
white light swooping up
an old brown bookcase
you said she’d never

dressed up in the thrift store style
friendly with a foreign tongue
certain sense of belonging
you said she’d never but she
in all her white laced glory
she swooped down on me and did
filled me with the kiss of life

Rhythm (13/15)

jack under bebop
came to aid
a flailing drummer

follow these cold calls
direction of dream
headset falling off

Snowangels (29/41)

scraps of standard oil
make a kind of new design
just slip in cassettes
when the AP reads all wrong
light a smoke and drive

listening to jazz
with the windshield wipers on
and it dawns on me
we’re just snowangels baby
angels in the glow
it’s nuclear wintertime
and we’re snowangels

Spider (14/10)

spider hovers in blade one
with a shotgun microphone

picking out the pearls
from crosstown traffic

Edge of Crash City (20/21)

snarl of metal barbs
cold river’s blue edge
a black and white sign
stop! danger! poison!

under flourescent moonlight
frogman from the desert side
swallows up to the surface…

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Splash Constellation

The Cave (30/49)

primordial flame
licking up the walls
hands in dark circles
beating off old drums
ancient rhythms pulse
pulling toward the womb

under flag of shadowplay
i lean over uttering
eat, drink, and have a good time
to your heart and from my mind
this is the end of the line
this is the end of the line
this is the end of the line

The Dream (20/21)

strange invitations
across my shoulder
splash constellation
(i must be crazy…)

all my sensibilities
overturned- somehow buoyant
small boats in a sea of light

The Journey (29/41)

i awake on fire
in the world that they call real
haunted by angels
after years of suicide
i fi’nlly ascend

terror from all sides
love and hell, ropes from the sky
thru the fire I climb
a trail of ashes behind
my naked body
collapsing in the new rain
cool mirrored diamonds

Birthday (13/15)

on the terra firm
being born
in a wash of white

tales of a new star
codetalkers whisper
lexicon of light

The Beginning (14/10)

evolution’s primer flies
on the wings of butterflies

gentlest earthquakes
from smooth golden flaps