Systems of vast-fisted control
Oppose the mumbleheroes

Squadrons of blackhearted bluenoise
Riding on their ambulances

Oh noisenoses!
Oh nosecone squadrons
Oh nosecold children
Or earcold kittycats
The soft things need our protection

Oh vastcoated bluejackets
Oh fastcoated nosesquadrons
Softly among the pretty things
Loitering with a nosecone eye
Or in a nosecone afterlife

Stumbling among the mumbleheroes
Blackened and blueeyed

Blackhearted bluenoses
Burning at the stake

Cut and splice
No more mumblelife
Instructions now from momma
Dead now these thirty-three years
No more mumblelife, boy
Sorry for the hangnoose, Mickey!

kings of orlando
users of the proletariat
boys in the boiler room
The ironworkers of lodge 6
Bringing in the firmament

The glory of the unconsummated everpotential is alive to me. That is life to me.
That which is done is dead, frozen and over. That which is written is DOA.
My writing is just an outline for something never to be truly written, read, ended.
But only imagined, its perfect and ramiferous splendor imagined but never ended
and never begun. Writing that exists largely in another dimension and only impinges
in this one in a pattern of electron spoor; as if the electrons did it themselves.

This will be an annus mirabilis

midnight DSL

dork squalor
in the dark dorkbox

encyclopedia orthopedia -- reading the information in his bones.

The confusiac

Scavenge revenge
Cubic Art, the custodian
The scaffold of my revenge
The fanfold of my revenge

Johnson revenge
Johnson's revenge

Claiming cool

Hand me a pebble
On an antediluvian beach

cold fusion
ice cream fusion
coldnog fusion
cold confusion
at the soda shop

lick my wounds and count my lessons
the victim of resentment

the Vic & Tim victims

Johnny bomb
Robot bombs
Walking around
Walking into position
A flock of parachutes
A bunch of goddamn johnnybombs
If you see a stranger...RUN!
There should be no strangers in our village

Atmospheric transit
Alphanumeric transit

Systems of messianic control

Dark dinos in a micro time

Mellow california

Shadow in the ghedow
Shatto in the ghetto

Warning from the pie squadrons
The pumpkin satellites
The pumpkin pie satellites

Charlotte Mousse

Alien vegas
Vesper 6

Having an oilgasm

Dreaming in orange santamonica
Ordering an orange santamonica

The first orgasm on mars

The tunisian satellites
The tunisian snackleites

junk abounds in a jeweled sky
clouds like cuttings on the furrier floor
on a floor furiously transforming
on the floor of my frequency domain
turning image into geometry
turning funk into language or fiction

Judy Dreamjeans
Like a microscopic polestar
smiling at the activities of the clouds
grinning at the valves and the nozzles

small furious astronauts
timetraveling from end to end
collective anthropology
morning into junk or geometry

microclimates in quantumspace
alone among the honeyed quanta
amused at the droll, callow causality

A model of collapsing songs
The fusion of cold fiction
songs of collapsing meaning

Quantum foam of the morning.
Smoothing out the quantum foam.
Bantam in the quantum foam.
Morning in the quantum fog

Noodling in the snowbook
In a narcoleptic ark
Dreaming like a sleepless wing

Dark star, solar panels
Dark plaza solar panels
Bright in the dark mexican plaza
Rover landing in a mexican plaza
Circa 1877, in the middle of the night
And only the coyotes are about
Coy coyotes, flirting with the stars

vampires saying vespers
vampire monastery
hoping for salvation
but it'll be a long time coming
even after the end of the world
floating immortal in outer space
but then from behind them asteroids
the sun comes, vaporises
vampires vaporising in space
not something you see every day!

foliage rustling
under the ruminant heavens
rising to the ruminant heavens
under the hooves of the ruminant heavens
over the rooves of the ranchstyle homes

thing about a soul's winter
it can last longer than a season
the earth on the other hand's
got more goddamn sense

"Some more poems I have written about Jesus"

Little bits of text.
Take me to a stranger place.
Haul me bodily to the stars
Hurl me rudely at the stars
Hijack my will and send it to Spica
Pour golden butter in my mind
Fill my dreams with lemon cream
Let me swim in dreams of honey
The honey-lights of dreams
Honey -- leave the light on
Dream, honey-butter baby

Swimdreams of honey
The honeydreams of swims
Swift sweet dreams of swimming in honey
Swimming in golden and buttery honey

Saturdreams of lemon honey
Take me rotten to the stars
Haul me bodily to the stars
Send my corpse to the stars

The ossuary of the stars
The ossuary of the stones
The black jesus bones
Black jesus comin home
Black jesus bones all stoned

The jesuary of the stems
Jesus wary of the steams
Jesus exploring the Valley Of Ten Thousand Smokes
"This is very much like Gehenna!" he comments to his boy Hadji.

Here in the valley of the rotten yellow stars
Here in the valley of the yellow cancer stars
Here in the valley of the shadow of the smokes
Jesus in a heat-suit, tonging lava into a canister

In a Jordan-valley heat-suit
The burning trash of Gehenna
Get closer, it's piles of clothes
Containing old wrinkled leathern warriors
Church ladies and polltakers
Fanatics and fantastics
This is what's causing the ten thousand smokes...
It's the ten thousand things!
The burning ten thousand things!

Jesus's smokeboy Hadji
Hanging in the hungerstars
What an odd atmosphere effect
For a moment there he was deep blue
For a moment there he had one hundred arms
For a moment there he was black and many-toothed
Now he's returned to proportions similar to the actor Sabu
Standing here in his white linen clothing
Watching Jesus do his science
Smirking

Watching jesus do his bidding
Krishna folds his arms
Watching smirking jesus do his divine bidding
Jesus is, of course, an avatar of Visnhu!
Jesus, an avatar of vision
Went to the desert to clear it
Came back and opened a jar of whupass
Changed the whupass into wine
In the ossuary with brothers James and Krishna

Jimmy Christ and Chrishna
Reincarnated to play in a top 40 band at the Holiday Inn
Circa 1975. Jesus herself
Is the chick singer, belting out Afternoon Delight
And How Long (Has This Been Goin On)

Newport bionics
On the Bermuda earth
Ballooning in the deep blue pool

The boomings of suburbia
The orange booms of suburbia
The orange voyage of suburbia
Some suburban bermuda

the smell of burning insulation
a tubular sort of sanctuary
experience incommunicado
the tomato lights of doom

Happier in the haunted forest
With my friends the ghosts & fairies
happier in a haunted suburb
with the dogwalkers and the big wheels

Genomic mummers
mummers in the dumbshow army
music in the muscle shack
bring me my army men
and my matchbox automobiles

The isolated thaws of spring

What do drums dream about? Soft hands? Padded mallets?

Mentholatum on my bottom

Time for the hexasquadrons
The quadroon hexes of texes

America squints

Fun, absurd writing. Unpainted, doesn't take itself seriously.
Far too much serious out there. Serious in Harpers. Indeed full
of people harping on stuff. Narrow little angry viewpoints.
Clever liberal syntheses. Dissension dynamics.

Licorice christmas

Kidsbooks of distant adventures in strange lands.
Something to read by the river. To carry you away on a long summer day.
Something to read by riverlight.

Begging Becky Bendystraws
Fruit ponies

Wordlings like nudie pix, little snippets of surprise & pleasure & beauty
Their story is like the story that a picture tells

I can complain, and do, but things lie beyond the machinery of work.
The systems and waldoes of work. Work is just a delaying tactic.
This is the secret. It slows you down enough to pile on far more experience.
Needed before the object is attained.

The tao of young girls
That fulminating energy I love

Erotic bookmarks

Darla Zimmerman
Peaches for Darla Zimmerman
Poeches for Darla Zimmerman
America's for Darla Zimmermann
Angels of Shaman Zimmerman

Bringing back the fuckin fun to writing