smoothly apoplectic
recognizing soft animals
every seventh silver spoon
the sky is strewn with silver spoor

small town silent alarm
Morton Spoor on edge
alert for a signal from the moon
to sing out the vandal alert

the silver spoor of the moon
leaves no track upon the sky
in a sky of silver vapor
only the canniest trackers apply

the soft smarm of enemy torpor
sentimental violins in the enemy camp
surrounding our city walls
day and night the rumble of their engines
day and night the jingle of their strategies

oh, the slimy enemy and their violins!
and their lewd gestures and jeers!
burning oil for the enemy violins!
upend the pots on their enemy tunes!

to quell the enemy catharsis
silver for your seventy enemies
far from your veronica cathexis
Veronica Catharsis, whispers & weeps

Dawn's cracking on a plastic sky
Dawn's breaking on a plastic day
plastic in a scracking sky
Dawn stretches but never breaks all day long
Dawn's stuck in a scouring old sky
dawn is scouring the sky clean of grease
the steel wool of every morning

made by Milton Bradley
signs hanging in the sun
a smiling alliance of toys
signs warning of oxygen overindulgence
there's signs on every object in sight

a smiling allegiance of board games
what goes on round the firepits
smiling a lawyer's alarm
there's games on board, in back

roughly in the trophy window
the sky is spooning the silver moor
ski trophy for the ruffly widow
spooning on a Silvermorn
far below the Matterhorn

to quell the enemy chieftains
send 'em Morton Spoor
armed with silver sharpened spoons
on a Milton Bradley day

the sky is spoons in a silver room
the moon spoons boiled rice & raisins
kutya, for the russian dead
well, the moon was murdered on the Steppe
by Cossacks in a drunken rage
stumbling home, they fell upon her in a puddle
she didn't survive the savagery and the night
now the grieving peasants bring her kutya
every evening

Dawn's creaking up the sky
on silver pulleys in the sun
on gleaming pulleys in the dark
the sky is speared

the drummers of humdrum January
beating disinterest on a monotonous drum
ignoramus on a monotonous drum
murder on a rubber R.E. drum

Desire on the fire beach
fire on the wild beach
shark party on the guitar beach
drumming on a bucket of chum

to query schismatic drama
Drumming on a dramatic sky
the chiasma of an orgasmic dawn
summer drops a stitch

bummer on a summer drum
hummer on a summer drum
drummer on a summer dawn
selling snakeoil to the townspeople today

enemy on a summer day
tanned enemy around the pool
summer at the public pool
tanned Todd making moves on my Wendy

a summer of immature schemes
the wisdom of immature schemes
they don't go away when we're older
they just get much bigger, they do

smuggling rain from the enemy camps
the clouds sneak over and deliver their rain
mañanas in the fog
mornings en la niebla
they deliver us the rain
but shroud the enemy's movements
and dampen the enemy's violins

small town miles
moors in the gloom
moons in the gloom
impossible to tell which is the true moon

the soft creep of enemy vapor
they're hiding in the bones, you know
it's hiding in the morning
in the broken teeth of the morning
in the jawbone of every morning
pithecanthropus of the morning
the australopithecines of the morning
early men in dioramas every morning
bent over in their suits
dumb and muzzy in their furry suits
driving a Dodge Diorama to work

pissing off the early man morning
a day evolves in discrete steps
a day slowly evolves upright
violence slowly evolves and unwinds
the day slowly unminds
unhand that mind, you vagabond day!
Vagabundos de las mañanas
the day is evolving in known human steps
in steps no human can know
in quanta no human can measure
quanta much smaller than Planck length, I'd say

the sky leaves no alert
leaves no alert standing
leaving not the least alert on its feet
vapor envelopes the only alert

soft, apoplectic animals
popping up all over
all over their spoor
trackers out of the mist
trackers come from out of the gloom
from out of the enemy mist

swimming from the enemy mist
stories and wordlings
swooning in the enemy gloom
a murmur from the enemy gloom
swooming in the enemy noon
swarming from the enemy gloom
an enemy moon
revealing all our siegengines
revealing all our strategems

slummer in the smarmy enemy gloom
singers of every object in the world
a smarmy allegiance of intelligent moons
morons below the old boron moons

seventy thousand violins
the whole heavenly host
the whole enemy host
arrayed over our heads
swarms of enemy angels
with virus laden violins
unleash a hellish old violence
revenge for the seventy centuries of death

the sky gives no intelligence
our most sensitive indian shamen
our most perverse witches and mystics
distract by a vaporous enemy
slumbering in the enemy missions
miserable in the old Spanish missions
the day is evolving in evil old steps
tomorrow'll be just a little bit colder
tomorrow'll be colder by far

Slimy Jimmy's violins
he's a slummer, that one, but can he saw
the most sensitive music in town
would bring a tear to an auditor's eye
Slimy Jimmy's auditory catharsis

Singers hanging in the sun
women in the enemy weather
sentries in the enemy weather
signalling

to quirt the enemy squirrels
to squirt the enemy quirrels
to thwart the enemy quarrels
rolling up the quarrels in the barrels

to chum in the wake of our schism
what in hell are we hoping to flush?
sinners of a slumdumb January?
scotch plaid from some orgasmic death?
rubber drummers underground?
trolling our schismatic chasms
careering hellish old caverns of death

soothers of enemy quarrels
millers of enemy issues
the bread of homey old compromise

summer with the enemy unit
held hostage on the enemy push
summer and the moon, miserable
confined in the back of a truck
confined in a dank stone basement
visited by leering enemy soldiers
they hatched a plan of escape
they lulled the old soldiers in a soft summer evening
with stories and nightjars and leaves
lightning bugs and apple cores
when they dozed, the moon and summer snuck out
disguised as just an eclipse they fled

To floss the enemy canines
to polish the enemy's teeth
with a flossy old wooly old fog
moons and moors in the animal gloom
dreaming of nitrogen all night long
nitrogen and trojans
dreamin of collapsing trees
and enemies I must beat to death

to polish off the enemy fog
to steal the enemy's dentures
right out of his mouth while he's sleeping
now that's cunning!
to steal my slain enemy's dentures
to always remember, whenever I eat,
i have my enemy to thank for this

dreaming of nitrogen demons
dreaming of oxygen saints
paradise & fuzzy dice
on a highway of chromium drivers

there's early men pissing on these stone walls
there's a pool of fossilized piss
there's an enemy vandal alert
they've stolen our archaeological treasures

the lesser envelopes wounds
smaller paper cuts the higher you go
selling my lines in small paper envelopes
like an old time snakeoil salesman

"What you don't understand my friends
is that these are incantations, that's right,
spells culled from the lingering minds
of old dead indian shamen and other mystics
of that rareified ilk. Now, science has proven
beyond a shadow of a doubt
that certain combinations of sounds actually labor,
that's right, they do work like little machines,
heal the sick, raise the dead, and lift heavy objects.
Now I'm not promising anything too outlandish
but I can tell you this: these sounds have worked for
countless vanished civilizations throughout history,
and they can work for you!"

sense and a point
descended like lice
like iron lice
forcing me to think twice
and three and four times
to drink six times
to fasten some ties
of penny rebellion
put pennies of rebellion
on the railroad rails
on the railroad trails
railroaded
on the polaroid trails

this formlessness is my rebellion against sense
dry beige sense and its logical meters
quatrains of diametric truth
just some more incantations of urban doom
incantations of urban decay

it's a goddamn nonsense moon
it's an emanation from the nonsense centers
from the place where all of us come from
these lines are your brothers and sisters

the sentence was: execute the sky!
hauled up struggling to the gallows
the sky was slung to the crosstrees
at the last moment, a call from the moon
commuted the sentence to transportation
the sky exiled west every single night
but it sneaks back into the country
early every morning

Summer of Ivan the Terrible
the very weather in rebellion
the sky gives perverse intelligence
sent to the terrible slammer
summer's in the slammer tonight
with the winos and snitches and nuts
and the sky sells its intelligence

the ideas that form your brothers and sisters
visit my mind every night
they must be birthed in the morning
or they'll smother, unborn twins in my brain tissue
unborn sons in my brains
horseplay in my mind
they gotta be birthed or they'll run wild in there
to quell unborn brainchildren
I don't know the soothing old songs
oh, there's drugs and drink, I know
but that's murder, and who do I look like,
Ivan the Terrible? Vlad the Impaler?

Lewdly they gesture and jeer
the rambunctious enemy
summer of a rambunctious enemy
holding the sky hostage
holding the day hostage
they wouldn't let the sun rise until we threw open the gates
outside the city walls, they controlled the sun
but our priests controlled the earth

the sky is strewn with silver spoons
the clouds are born in luxury
indolent, not a lick of work
get the clouds employed
the priests know how to read the clouds
to tell the size of an enemy force
from the shape of the clouds overhead
to determine the enemy numbers
the clouds spy overhead