DYLAN AND ROBERT

Thomas,  I seem him he’s seated across

Next to him are his Fans or the Mistress.

Perpendeicular motions Bobby Burns.

Of force that from fuses draws the flower

I approach them from my own century

1914 the year he was born scent

“I am dumb to tell the crooked rose my life”

TO reveal from its Tresses the Blood Veins.

Of best laid Plans and of Masterly Mice.

To sin is to forgive as Metaphor

It retains its Original grim Cloak.

It Gathers in Pits of the Eyes Echoes

What sadness to Lament goes to Ether.

And burned in the Crosses of Easter.

ACHILLEUS HEAL

As the Power of the Crooked God’s Art

This Shield was A Miracle and a Craft

While Shapes like that had never shared one Shaft

Here they were Assembled made Sacred

Greater than any Man ever Hoped For

THe Design of Challices in its Girth

The Details were Enormous of Stealth

Its Price was Paid in Flesh of a Mother

To Keep him Alive as he found his Soul

Protect him in Battle, he had no Skill

She drew  her Source to make him Immortal

Held him upside down in the Water Well

The Shield would bring Death to all of the Earth

While he ventured what was Given by Her

ZETA ACOSTA, O Scar

--Revolt of the Cockroaches, Oscar Zeta Acosta

Oh Song! Song so Terrible wants a Tongue?

Go far away from me, I want None That.

It has the Closed Eyes of a Children’s Morgue

“No, don’t cut him again! It’s Enough, Stop!”

Enters Oscar Buddha-like Rotund.

Just as Original as Ben Franklin .

But more Alive than Dead for a Martyr

Does not Die in Vain when he is Bettered.

For that reason, the Song is a Mercy

It erred at One Time but has come to Peace.

The Killer in me uses Verb Phrases

No longer a Muse I wander a Means

For Nonviolence to Foster a Great War

With Peace and all its Munitions, my Scar.

Elitism

I am as Russian as a Russian Jew.
I can spell everything once and again, Ruth.
It is something within me c'est l'Amour.
What Hollywood does to the Jews, OM,
Refer to it as Communist than annihilate
Cinemas was Nothing so much Sold,
The oldest occupation not true Sir
Philosophy is first and first alone.
Zionism returned from Eisenstein?
Snarky shit attitudes gorefor Einstein?
No, the Sun cannot take it abhors Time.
Wants to Rebuke and Refuse you its Lights.
But notice the difference and doubt the Sky.

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The Art of White Roses in July, Death

The bloodhound white roses stricken with fright

Like the Cyclops greet the Voyaging,
beauty driven forth to die will descend.

The loss of its Light to sparkling vines, then

 Appearing comes to my Tree, a  my Mind,
rustling green Leaves undertake sentience

Quickenig breathe the ether of Timefalls

But against its decimation, it Wields

Itself as Itself and as none other,

the life of mystery the ground endures

by eternal promise it defies death.

All at once in a bloom it expresses.

What by the Listener is wanting is heard.

But back to the rose, to its contentions:

that it is what it wanted to be

a license to lose Authority frees

a dream is a song and a song a dream

The law of poetry suffices all.

The sun takes away what a stem has lost.

Both were taken to the task to UnDo.

Finish the fiction what it did not Do.


Repetition is rhythm-forsaken rhyme

Announced an eternal introduction

De-clawing itself of its vexing scratch.

--Verdant their ventricles glowed as they Breathed.

A brain is as an imagination

a rhyme is its principle offering

though it have no other purpose the Same.

--

Are these the final qualities of art

are they the afterthoughts of yesterday?

The Desert Muse

A child sells chicle at the Border.

Williams who loved Babies was Annoyed by them.

Especially if they were asking for Pennies.

We are all Poets We all get Perturbed.

School never meant much to the Absentee

Who was once just a baby himself right?

Learned to make it by dying each night

awakening to the sunlight's Beauty

As a new memory forgets the past

puts it inside of a paper envelope

Just like a Poet is likely to do

Roll the whole Universe into a Mast.

Propel it toward the Passion's Fire

Into the form of a Child's Figure