Happy Hallow's Eve!

Tonight is Devil's Night!

2 poems inspired by music

Doesn't
it
seem
interesting
and
dizzy
to
whirl
around
like
a
tornado
full of
interests
of Herbie Hancock
of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow
of Jazz
of Beatniks
of Neanderthals
of vinyl records
of Black Sabbath
of Fluxus
of Yoko Ono
and forever
m
or
e
and
m
or
e
and
m
or
e
never pinning it down
never nailing it
just flying around
with leaves
and snatching one or two
as they come close
and letting go
for no
reason at all
all
for
all
of beauty
of song
that vibrates
my skin
and shivers
with energetic
excitement
warming
inside
inspiring me
Retain this
I want to cry
ss
ne
pi
ap
h
ss
ne
pi
ap
h (happiness, happiness)
never leave me
my heart
feels so pure
music makes me
feel so pure



feminine worry
she croons
on her
trumpet
swell of fear
pours out
from her
lungs into
an instrument
that changes
sorrow
to
force and beauty
tinny tinny
haaaaw
wee e ee
baaaaw
I love you
I love you
love love love
energy
push out and out
not by some
mechanical atom
a human
a person
flung into the world
filled that void

SLC 1835-1910

Mark Twain quote from 1909:

"I came in with Halley's Comet in 1835. It is coming again next year, and I expect to go out with it. It will be the greatest disappointment of my life if I don't go out with Halley's Comet. The Almighty has said, no doubt: 'Now here are these two unaccountable freaks; they came in together, they must go out together.'"

The October Body

the October body

the gilded crew

the autumnal feathered guild

the firey hued schism

the triumphant knot

cohorts of the element

a cabinet haunt

East and West

with touch of North and South

a merriment of two

sisters by brain and spirit

cosmic launchings

entangled in their hair

honeychain hideout

honeychain hideout

Siamese muses

not connected at birth

tribe of womben

roots and branches

reaching

below and above

tiny bewitching explosions peeking

out of the dark sky

all the while

baying at the moon

praying to the moon

following the moon

four arms making a circle

the circle of October

the "O"

four arms criss-crossed making an eight

an infinite mark

the infinite remark

Stellar Nursery Rhyme

Insulation
Sometimes we need
Insulation
To quiet down
The insolent noise
To comfort from
The negativity
I need insulation
How do I make insulation?
Is it immaterial or material?
Immaterial insulation
Would be harder to create
Takes clearing out the cobwebs
Figuring out how to relax
Before mental weaving begins
Material insulation is easy
With the exception of
Filaments of fiberglass
Stuck in the skin
Maybe metaphoric insulation
A warm blanket of lullabies
Of closed eye crescent blue moons with smiling mouths
Of tiny white undershirts adorned with baby yellow flowers
Of cornsilk hair sliding through your fingers
Of soft cheeked toddlers in ancient photographs
Of black and white wallpaper with olde tyme advertisements
Of sweet scent of rich decay from jumping in crisp leaf piles
Of red and green and orange and brown and yellow
The swirl of color in my memory
Surrounding me
Holding me
Relaxing me
Pacifying me
Keeping me
Sane
Moonglow and stellar nursery
Wrapped around me
This is my insulation

My little fatalist

My little fatalist

You're a wire

Wrapped in a needle eye

You need springs

Yes, springs attached to you

To bounce about town

it's lighter, it's fun

rattle and massage

that constricted, conflicted

brain of yours

Smile.

It's funny.

the words that come

in thoughts

You need a wave

Yes, a wave encompassing you

so you can thrash about town

a lifetime womb

without the delicate connectors

to revive those

aching bones of yours

Spirit

don't burn it out

like a boy scout camp fire

go forage for

kindling

Heart Rest

The day of the full moon, when the moon is neither increasing nor decreasing, the Babylonians called Sa-bat, meaning "heart-rest." It was believed that on this day, the woman in the moon, Ishtar, as the moon goddess was known in Babylon, as in virtually every ancient and primitive society, there had been since the earliest of times a taboo against a woman working, preparing food, or traveling when she was passing her monthly blood. On Sa-bat, from which comes our Sabbath, men as well as women were commanded to rest, for when the moon menstruated, the taboo was on everyone. Originally (and naturally) observed once a month, the Sabbath was later to be incorporated by the Christians into their Creation myth and made conveniently weekly. So nowadays hard-minded men with hard muscles and hard hats are relieved from their jobs on Sundays because of an archetypal psychological response to menstruation.

From the book, Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins

novel typewriter

From the book, Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins

"Perhaps what a novelist needs is a different sort of writing implement.

"...a carved typewriter, hewn from a single block of sacred cypress; decorated with mineral pigments, berry juice, and mud; its keys living mushrooms, its ribbon the long irridescent tongue of a lizard."