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SLIDING OUT OF CHAOS
Poetry, Poetry sliding out of chaos
winding up in TV evangelism
game show hosted by Vanna White
and Ed McMahon; copyrighted
by corporate America?
Yuppie stock brokers?
Age of Reagan nihilists?
Poetry drama Poetry cinema Poetry art
Poetry criticism Poetry Michael Jackson
Emptying into nothingness
Pepsi cans of dreams youth
stuffed in the pockets of money
monied by code color rank
lost in desperate confusion.
A childless wedlock
or a lost ideal
suffering like Hulkheads
made to wear matchsticks
clothing set aflame
by Pinko Commies
WHO
Lead us down the path of
Anti America anti-love
anti-anti
An endless Utopia without a heart
without a soul without a mind
It says a lot of yuppie fascists waltzing
down Wall Street, caressing Madison Ave
like a fag broker
in hear with ecstatic euphoria
humping the walls of technology
sucking the media manipulation
of neo-rightists-leftists-wrongists
airbrushing tie dyed visons
and tattered white lines
led astray from the straight
and narrow to the curved and wide
streets of California fantasy
of Henry Miller cosmogonical eyes.
staring into pinpricked zigzags
of designer dreams/thoughts
in serious threads and serious
leather pissed on by Hell’s Angels
looking for the sun, waiting for a rise
reading great books, contemplating Dylan,
having erections and dirty dreams
dancing through sweet chocolate delight,
chatting with Poe, walking with Baudelaire.
prowling the streeets like a dog in heat
hot August nights with ecstasy dream
purple shadows and moonlight
serenade to comical dancers
Homeless woman shit on a curb
by a restaurant et al etc.
on the news for a day famour for
15 minutes as prophesied by Warhol
a logical conclusion to Duchamp?
a comical delusion of Duchamp?
It’s an end to Russia Iran America France
China Canada of all those who say
Hatred war kill murder.
ill feelings washed ashore buried in
sand til dug out by ostriches
and shaped into sand castles dreamed
by Sufi poets and Zen mechanics
of poetry dissent Poetry rebellion
December 20, 1987
Author's Notes/Comments:
written when I was 21 years old. I think it was shortly after consuming my first career beer. 
Wrongists
Where do I go to sign up? Reminds me of Ted Joan's jazz poems slash Baraka on a roll to Don L. Lee's house. Thorougly enjoyed. Thanks for digging it out and splashing it across my spirit poetry come like please don't let go poetry. yes! and yes...
I was influenced by Ted Joan
I was influenced by Ted Joan and Amiri Baraka. Also Ginsberg, Corso, Kerouac obviously. I like to sprinkle in poems from the entire archive. I think the poems I posted here cover a 32 year period. thanks for commenting.