Hierophany

       Bye bye
    bye bye, birdie
& bye to all the other birds
        I woulda seen
'I been born 30 years ago.
   My best friend, he gets into birds,
       he's too late!    Meadowlarks
            all gone or dead, pretty corn,
                 sweet clover.

This entry posted by J Rand : 22:08

 I
   FISA light is
          FISA light is
     knowing what you're
             knowing what you're
 thinking
      thinking.


 II
   I have been in bed
              late at night
          happy where I was.
     I got up
            and the cupboard poured me
                coffee.
        No one else was up yet,
               no one else was up yet.
            I was the only person awake
            in the entire world.


 III
    Moscow mule, moscow million.
 Moscow million, I
          don't want to fight you.
   My country hasn't
                       the troops.
       Contrary to what your man
       read over my shoulder
                    on the plane —
  The soldiers are not feeling the wood, —
    they're not feeling the wood, —
       they're felling the wood.
 You know,
           getting ready to write
           really old gold
           long old novels.
     Wire between their
         fingers & wire in
   their brains.   Wire, already,
   on their deforested teeth.


 IV
    Combined with other candidates' metal content.


 V
            It'll look like
              we're raising rhinos
              only we'll be painting the
     desert with watercolor
  we hear sung
      too late at night,
        "Mooie Kaap, Mooie Kaap...."
                 I should have known —
      dry canals signaled
       a drop in the wheelbarrow full
       of gold I got
             back when I thought
              it was worth
              $1000/oz.

This entry posted by J Rand : 22:50

1
We stayed in a dirty hotel.
Rooms along the shore
and we didn’t get sick.


2
Just down the street
flew thousands of rare birds
though I didn’t know it.
They’re bringing the trolley back,
said someone on local TV.


3
The room was hours
as long as we wanted.
We both blushed.
Our first meal was
cigarettes
and beer
and Rold Golds.


4
The second was a
Thanksgiving fiasco
at an old hotel.     Savior
in the form of bread pudding
I ate the next morning
with a plastic fork in
blue Friday light.
A&M played Texas.
We happened upon “Carnivale.”


5
Even though restaurants
not far away advertised creole
as we walked along The Strand
and I asked,
“Does this remind you of New Orleans?”

This entry posted by J Rand : 09:47

51

What’d I write last night?
The morning is coffee
And looking through notebooks.


52

Twenty-eight and still too scared
To say thrice into the mirror,
“Bloody Mary?”


53

Moon at an acme
That no company could match —
Din of merger news.


54

Kerouac’s best haiku
Were the ones that went
Uncollected.


55

A retreat
Into alcoholism, no
Not me.

This entry posted by J Rand : 16:39