Wednesday, October 14, 2015

the pleasure dome decreed
my spleen 
  would suffer 
               my back was against the shadow 
                              I rewrote the book of revelations 
  sooth sooth thy sayer 
        the Oracle's mouth 
             will take your hand 
                         If you should lie 
                                     but not a word was believed  
                                                                                         
                                                                "Sycorax was left on the isle, pregnant with 
                                                                          Caliban, and died before Prospero's arrival"
would eye?
 pray now by the horses feet 
 "but they have hooves!"
        two roads diverged 
             oh ye of zero lies 
                              look into my eyes 
                       steady now 
                                                              all of Southern Pennsylvania looks to you
and the shadows are blacker today 
 with fingers readied
   "Ariel fly now"
                            the ships are to be sunk
 Go
                                 store the books now
                              Algiers awaits
steady the task at hand
                           a fortnight and still less to see
                               you wanted you waited 
                                              some clear eyed connivers
                                            selling theirs souls
 the mark was upon them;
    the sally forth
                                              the simple degrees of salesmanship
                                                warring with thoughtful hands
                                               and cotton from Africa
                                                             they spent the afternoon
                                                           but Sycorax was not to be found
oh, forget the afternoon
forget the morning
we fly by night
proverbially
 and literally
flying high like a kite?
yes- exactly
    read it now
            it was written
                               "the wurm has turned"
               
Steady now
                                     Algiers is not what it once was 
                                       giant lions selling yogurt
                                               camels in the parking lot
                                                                         Hercules' cave is a tourist attraction
                        where is the casbah
 he stole my wallet
 American cars parked on the sidewalk
Bill Burroughs
           lived in Tangier
        Again Sycorax was either dead or in hiding
She left a note for you
       but we missplaced it
                       you can sleep on the roof
                        there's a bed up there
 the morning fajr prayer
       will wake you
                              it's tom waits on bad acid
The curious are left to fly                                                
         we braced in bad weather                                  
 and jumped the shark
                                                  there were no morning or afternoon guides
                   down the stairs
                    you'll see 
at night we stared at the stars