The new Creatures - to Pamela Susan

I
Snakeskin jacket
Indian eyes
Brilliant hair

He moves in disturbed
Nile Insect
Air
~~~~

II
You parade thru the soft summer
We watch your eager rifle decay
Your wilderness
Your teeming emptiness
Pale forests on verge of light
decline.

More of your miracles
More of your magic arms
~~~~

III
Bitter grazing in sick pastures
Animal sadness & the daybed
Whipping.
Iron curtains pried open.
The elaborate sun implies
dust, knives, voices.

Call out of the Wilderness
Call out of fever, receiving
the wet dreams of an Aztec King.
~~~~

IV
Thebanks are high & overgrown
rich with warm green danger.
Unlock the canals.
Punish our sister's sweet playmate distress.
Do you want us that way with the rest?
Do you adore us?
When you return will you
still want to play with us?
~~~~

V
Fall down. Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses.
Their shirts are soft marrying
cloth and hair together.
All along their arms ornaments
conceal veins bluer than blood
pretending welcome.
Soft lizard eyes connect.
Their soft drained insect cries erect
new fear, where fears reign.
The rustling of sex against their skin.
The wind withdraws all sound.
Stamp your witness on the punished ground.
~~~~

VI
Wounds, stags, & arrows
Hooded flashing legs plunge
near the tranquil women.
Startling obedience from the pool people.
Astonishing caves to plunder.
Loose, nerveless ballets of looting.
Boys are running.
Girls are screaming, falling.
The air is thick with smoke.
Dead crackling wires dance pools
of sea blood.
~~~~

VII
Lizard woman
with your insect eyes
with your wild surprise.
Warm daughter of silence.
Venom.
Turn your back with a slither of moaning wisdom.
The unblinking blind eyes
behind walls new histories rise
and wake growling & whining
the weird dawn of dreams.
Dogs lie sleeping.
The wolf howls.
A creature lives out the war.
A forest.
A rustle of cut words, choking
river.
~~~~

VIII
The snake, the lizard, the insect eye
the huntsman's green obedience.
Quick, in raw time, serving
stealth & slumber,
grinding warm forests into restless lumber.

Now for the valley.
Now for the syrup hair.
Stabbing the eyes, widening skies
behind the skull bone.
Swift end hunting.
Hug round the swollen torn breast
& red-stained throat.
The hounds gloat.
Take her home.
Carry our sister's body, back
to the boat.
~~~~

A pair of wings
Crash
High winds of Karma

Sirens

Laughter & young voices
in the mts.
~~~~

Saints
the Negro, Africa
Tattoo
eyes like time.
~~~~

Build temporary habitations, games
& chambers, play there, hide.

First man stood, shifting stance
while germs of sight
unfurl'd Flags in his skull

and quickening, hair, nails, skin
turned slowly, wirl'd, in
the warm aquarium, warm
wheel turning.

Cave fish, eels & gray salamanders
turn in their night career of sleep.

The idea of vision escapes
the animal worm whose earth
is an ocean, whose eye is its body.
~~~~

The theory is that birth is prompted
by the child's desire to leave the womb.
But in the photograph an unborn horse's
neck strains inward with legs scooped out.

From this everything follows:

Swallow milk at the breast
until there's no milk.

Squeeze wealth at the rim
until tile pools claim it.

He swallows seed, his pride
until with pale mouth legs

she sucks the root, dreading
world to devour child.

Doesn't the ground swallow me
when I die, or the sea
if I die at sea?
~~~~

The city. Hive. Web, or severed
insect mound. All citizens heirs
of the same royal parent.

The garden caged beast, the holy center,
a garden in the midst of the city.

'See Naples & die.'
Jump ship. Rats, sailors
& death.

So many wild pigeons.
Animals ripe with new diseases.
'There is only one disease
And I am its catalyst,'
cried doomed pride of the carrier.

Fighting, dancing, gambling,
bars, cinemas thrive
in the avid summer.


~~~~

Savage destiny

Naked girl, seen from behind,

on a natural road

Friends
explore the labyrinth

-Movie
-young woman left on the desert

A city gone mad with fever
~~~~

Sisters of the unicorn, dance
Sisters & brothers of Pyramid
Dance

Mangled hands
Tables of the Old Days
Discovery of the Sacred Pool
changes
Mute-handed stillness baby cry

The wild dog
The sacred beast

Find her!
~~~~

He goes to see the girl
of the ghetto.
Dark savage streets.
A hut, lighted by candle.
She is magician
Female prophet
Sorceress
Dressed in the past
All arrayed.

The stars
The moon
She reads the future
in your hand.
~~~~

The walls are garish red
The stairs
High discordant screaming
She has the tokens.
'You too'
'Don't go'
He flees.
Music renews

The mating-pit.
'Salvation'
Tempted to leap in circle.

Negroes riot.
~~~~

Fear the Lords who are secret among us.
The Lords are with in us.
Born of sloth & cowardice.
~~~~

He spoke to me. He frightened
me with laughter. He took
my hand, & led me past
silence into cool whipered
Bells.
~~~~

A file of young people
going thru a small woods
~~~~

They are filming something
in the streets, in front of
our house.
~~~~

Walking to the riot
Spreads to the houses
the lawns
suddenly alive now
with people
running
~~~~

I don't dig what they did
to that girl
Mercy pack
Wild song they sing
As they chop her hands
Nailed to a ghost
Tree

I saw a lynching
Met the strange men
of the southern swamp
Cypress was their walk
Fish-call & bird-song
Roots & signs
out of all knowing
They chanced to be there
Guides, to the white
gods.
~~~~

An armed camp.
Army army
burning itself in
feasts.
~~~~

Jackal, we sniff after the survivors of caravans.
We reap bloody crops on war fields.
No meat of any corpse deprives our lean bellies.
Hunger drives us on scented winds.
Stranger, traveler,
peer into our eyes & translate
the horrible barking of ancient dogs.
~~~~

Camel caravans bear
witness guns to Caesar.
Hordes crawl & seep inside
the walls. The streets
flow stone. Life goes
on absorbing war. Violence
kills the temple of no sex.
~~~~

Terrible shouts start
the journey
-If they had migrated sooner

-High wailing keening
-piercing animal lament
-from a woman
-high atop a Mt. tower

-Thin wire fence
-in the mind
-dividing the heart
~~~~

Surreptitiously
They smile
Inviting-Smiling

Choktai!
leave!
evil!
leave!
No come here
Leave her!


A creature is nursing
its child
soft arms around
the head & the neck
a mouth to connect
leave this child alone
This one is mine
I'm taking her home
Back to the rain
~~~~

The assassin's bullet
Marries the King
Dissembling miles of air
To kiss the crown.
The Prince rambles in blood.
Ode to the neck
That was groomed
For rape's grown.
~~~~

Cancer city
Urban fall
Summer sadness
The highways of the old town
Ghosts in cars
Electric shadows
~~~~

Ensenada
the dead seal
the dog crucifix
ghosts of the dead car sun.
Stop the car.
Rain. Night.
Feel.
~~~~

Sea-bird sea-moan
Earthquake murmuring
Fast-burning incense
Clamoring surging
Serpentine road
To the Chinese caves
Home of the winds
The gods of mourning
~~~~

The city sleeps
& the unhappy children
roam with animal gangs.
They seem to speak
to their friends
the dogs
who teach them trails.
Who can catch them?
Who can make them come
inside?
~~~~

The tent girl
at midnight
stole to the well
& met her love there
They talked a while
& laughed
& then he left
She put an orange pillow
on her breast

In the morning
Chief with drew his troops
& planned a map
The horsemen rose on up
The women fixed the ropes
on tight
The tents are folded now
We marchtoward the sea
~~~~

Catalog of Horrors
Descriptions of Natural disaster
Lists of miracles in the divine corridor
Catalog of fish in the divine canal
Catalog of objects in the room
List of things in the sacred river
~~~~

I
The soft parade has now begun
on the Sunset.
Cars come thundering down
the canyon.
Now is the time & the place.
The cars come rumbling.
'You got a cool machine.'
These engine beasts
muttering their soft
talk. A delight
at night
to hear their quiet voices
again
after 2 years.

Now the soft parade
has soon begun.
Cool pools
from tired land
sink now
in the peace of evening.

Clouds weaken
& die.
The sun, an orange skull,
whispers quietly, becomes an
island, & is gone.

There they are
watching
us everyting
will be dark.
The light changed.
We were aware
knee-deep in the fluttering air
as the ships move on
trains in their wake.
Trench mouth
again in the camps.
Gonorrhea
Tell the girl to go home
We need a witness
to the killing.
~~~~

II
The artists of Hell
set up easels in parks
the terrible landscape,
where citizens find anxious pleasure
preyed upon by savage bands of youth.

I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe all these people
are sniffing each other
& backing away
teeth grinning
hair raised, growling, here in
the slaughtered wind.

I am ghost killer.
witnessing to all
my blessed sanction

This is it
no more fun
the death of all joy
has come.

Do you dare
deny my
potency
my kindness
of forgiveness?
Just try
you will fry
like the rest
in holyness

And not for a
penny
will I spare
any time
for you
Ghost children
down there
in the frightening world

You are alone
& have no need of other
you & the child mother
who bore you
who weaned you
who made you man
~~~~

III
Photo-booth killer
fragile bandit
straight from ambush

Kill me!
Kill the child who made
Thee.
Kill the thought-provoking
senator of lust
who brought you to this state

Kill hate
disease
warfare
sadness

Kill badness
Kill madness

Kill photo mother murder tree
Kill me.
Kill yourself
Kill the little blind elf.
~~~~

The beautiful monster
vomits a stream of watches
clocks jewels knives silver
coins & copper blood

The well of time & trouble
whiskey bottles perfume
razor blades beads
liquid insects hammers
& thin nails the feet of
birds eagle feathers & claws
machine parts chrome
teeth hair shards of
pottery & skulls the ruins
of our time the debris by
a lake the gleaming
beer cans & rust & sable
menstrual fur

Dance naked on broken
bones feet bleed & stain
glass cuts cover your mind
& the dry end of vacuum
boat while the people
drop lines in still pools
& pull ancient trout
from the deep home. Scales
crusted & gleaming green
A knife was stolen. A
valuable hunting knife
By some strange boys
from the other camp across
the lake.
~~~~

I
Are these our friends
racing & shuddering
thru the calm vales of parliament

My son will not die in the war
He will return
numbered peasant voice of Orient
fisherman

Last time you said
this was the only way
voice of tender young girl

Running & speaking
infected green
jungles

consult the oracle
bitter creek
crawl
they exist on rainwater

monkey-love
mantra mate
maker of brandy

The poison isles
The poison

Take this thin granule
of evil snakeroot
from the southern
shore

way out miracle
will find thee

The chopper blazed over
inward click & sure
blaster matter, made
the time bombs free
of leprous lands
spotted with hunger
& clinging the law

Please
show us your ragged head
& silted smiling eyes
calm in fire
a silky flowered shirt
edging the eyes, alive
spidery, distant
dial lies

come, calm one
into the life-try

already wifelike
latent, leathery, loose
lawless, large & languid
She was a kingdom-cry
legion of lewd marching
mind-men

Where are your manners
out there on the sunlit
desert
boundless galaxies of dust
cactus spines, beads
bleach stones, bottles
& rust cars, stored for shaping

The new man, time-soldier
picked his way narrowly
thru the crowded ruins
of once grave city, gone
comic now with rats
& the insects of refuge

He lives in cars
goes fruitless thru
the frozen schools
& finds no space
in shades of obedience

the monitors are silenced
the great graveled guard-towers
sicken on the westward beach
so tired of watching

if only one horse were left
to ride thru the waste
a dog at his side
to sniff meat-maids
chained on the public pools

there is no more argument
in beds, at night
blackness is burned
Stare into the parlors of town
where a woman dances
in her European gown
to the great waltzes
this could be fun
to rule a wasteland
~~~~

II

Cherry palms
Terrible shores
& more
& many more

This we know
that all are free
in the school-made
text of the unforgiven

deceit smiles
incredible hardships are suffered
by those barely able
to endure

but all will pass
lie down in green grass
& smile, & muse, & gaze
upon her smooth
resemblance
to the mating-Queen
who it seems
is in love
with the horseman.

Now isn't that fragrant
Sir, isn't that knowing
with a wayward careless
backward glance
~~~~

© James Douglas Morrison

 

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