MOTHER,

BLUES  WRITHE

      W/  SPELUNKIN’  WRITHEM

MOTHERBLUES  MOTHERBLUES  MOTHERSHATTERBLUES

            HEART  DROP  COFFIN  DEEP

    SNAKIN’  SNEAKIN’  TEARS  TEAR

 MOTHER’S  SON’S

                        BULLET  BASHED  BODY

  MOTHER’S  ASHFRAME  COMETS  COFFIN

        GNATTY  HAIR,  TORN  TISSUEPAPER  HANDS

SON’S  BULLET  HOLES  ARE  YAWNING  BABY  MOUTHS

  HIS  DEAD  TONGUE,  ANOTHER  BELL  UNTOLLED

                        ANTS  SIFT  IN  THIS  LIFE  UNTOLD

 HER  ASH  SWIRLED  EYES  HOLDEE  NO  LIES

            DAY’S  ANT  INSTANTS  SEWN  INTO  BLUESHOUTS

                        BLUESHOUTSHROUDS

  PEELING  INTO

            MIFFLED  MOTHS  MOONMISTING  MORGUE  MOUTHS

SON,

   LET  YOUR  SKULL  TEACH  US  THE  GRIN

                        WE  CAN’T  HOLD,

    SMILES  UNSEWN

            BY  SATURDAY  NIGHT’S  SHATTERED  BONES

SPOOKS  SPOKE,  STILL  SPEAK  FROM  WHISKEY  STILLS

            SPOOKSPOKES

                WHEELING  BY

                                    MY  THUMPIN’  EYE

   WHEELING,

             WHEELING  AND  DEALING

      WHEADILING  AND  SQUEELING

                        E-E-E-E-E-E-E

              RATRABID  TRUMPETS

FARTIN’  MARTIAN  CODE

            JIVEASS  SOLOS  CINDER  INTO  NIGHT

                        VODKA  BOTTLE  AND  GRANDMA’S  TORN  DRESS

            VIOLIN  SADISTS  KRUNCHAMUNCHA  NOTES

    SHEBAGGLING  INSTANTS

                INTO

         STONEPSYCHIC  GROTTOS

                 GAGGING  ON  DEE  GAGASHITICACA

      AGE  OF  ROBOT  HEROES

                        SPIDERWEB  FREEWAYS  FRICTION  BLISTERED  HEARTS

                   THE  GROTTO  CHILD  BRINGS  ME

             ASHED  BLUES

NIGHTINGALES  SHITCAKED  IN  NIGHTGALES

       LONELY  LOSS  LOZENGES

      BLUESGALES

                        BLUESGALES

            POURING  OUT

                           MOTHER’S  BREASTS

 

 Darkenleaf, Installment No. 1

 

 “My name is I’m Dead”

-         Angela B.D.

 

DARKENLEAF, I SING

            your praises!

                        (terror is but

                        prayer

                        with

                        a frozen spout mouth)

Lilac ponies stilled

            in

  your sapphire shadow

                          Rusted tankers?

    is that what you offer

               me, who hangs my hands’

                                     bleached tears?

   Give me my family

my genes’ respirator

                        my etched footprint

   the centuries rolled into my eyes. . .

 

Joseph- great grandfather

             stank of fish

      barrel-hidden stowaway

  fish-barrel womb plopped him

                  in

              America

  his tail ran all the way from Southbridge, MA to Lithuania

                        longer than all those undersea telegraph cables

 

Angelina, grave-hurtling wife

             with

    brick-warmed feet on wildfirefrost nights

         chased by the family bull

    heart buried

       somewhere in the Lebanon Hill cornfield

 pawned her eyes for suns

                 to chase you,

      Darkenleaf

  out of her grandson’s life

 

Florence, oh Florence

          can you hear me?

   Asylum ice baths

              sown her skull into a

     silent tombstone forest

              throwing money at all the neighborhood kids

                   with cop punching arms

       in squinting photos,

                       her fissioning atom features pinned together

              by the unchanging knot into her twisting lips

 

Doria, you leaning tower

 airplane welder,

     welding an absence abscess firmer

 than any house-skeleton

                        eyes=exiled tunnels

              watched brothers and sisters

     steal Angelina’s possessions

                        right after the glutton grave ate her

              they tigertore her umbilical halo. . .

 

crawl on the blank page

     and cut

your wrists

the blood spills out stories. . .

 

 

Billie Holiday

 

     under that heroin moon

 

              oh i hear her sing,

 

      that headhung insomniac singing

                 to her brain

            to believe the words

              her lover bomped her with.

 

                           don't leave me baby, please baby!

                              the blues are a child of God's icy smile

                                      and

                               this empty whiskey bottle

                                       only brings echoes .

                                                                        .

                                                                   .

                                                                        .

                     with donedead nail screeches

                          and

                glittering shadow vibratos

                              she sings

 

     night is just day's hangover

           and

                  death

   well death is just open arms