Here this winter rains washt no souls clean

Here this winter rains pusht dirt under porous

pour no more this winter here, Eduardo,

selling poor history make you no less poor

por fa vor Eduardo, another trilogy please

I am just beginning to read between slogans.

Here this winter rains ornamental glory

Here this winter rains singular anxiety

anxious, no, no

give it a hard name with complex consonents

then we all can rally round the scar

tissue discarded heart issue

heart discarded military issue,

that'll do,

always did, two three four

and wherever the trouble started matters no more

seems it has less to do these days

see trouble inverts found maticies proud,

like, here, no, exactly like

proud exactly is

trouble

see how shroud

saved no half god-man from every sorted trouble

except embarrassment perhaps, yes, OK,

but whose?

iif Jesus, Eduardo,

If Jesus had no suffer

no last suffering

then where will we bathe today,

in river? in paridise? incognito?

Here this winter rains beyond steppes relentless

Here this winter rains far flung blossoming

flowers, Eduardo, you mentioned nothing of flowers

and this concerns

the green wo/man who kneeds my unleavened muscles

obviates my bubbling blood milk against curdling

girders most bone hollow ideas otherwize

calcified

without flowers, Eduardo

solutions are alchemy turned capital

prescriptions, medicines sold by dictators

and poets, well they will continue collecting garbage no doubt.

Nono, not Maguey, not drunken 7% amniotic flowers

staggering along roadsides

pissing poison on every hallucination

impaling soft plump angels through open armed brambles.

Nono, try again, Eduardo, but do forget the flowers next time,

for here this winter rains sing wait, wait, wait

some day ugly yard neighbor leaves

and we against his weeds

remember how,

first came wait wait wait,

then came flower,

then beauty,

then freedom

then come again wait wait wait.

(SPaZ 1995)

Na eef you soil suckers feign asthma

straighten up, heah

smell faker when you nose hairs twitch

face her stain glass woman mahogany legs

hunched over burnin fury like hyena honches manga/in male hoards.

Give em the news, heah

We will lay their nuerosis toe to toe across Montana

construct walls of grafitti leather coats

pierce bones through their fancy skull boutiques bordering on Idaho.

Now be still

as she frees herself of mountain chains

Then be a syllable for her ears exclusively:

"may all your suffragettes suffer silent unspeakable atrocities

may all your reassembled historians learn to love plunging necks lines

three lines round the gallows, a martyrs supermarket,

proceeds supporting cinema fanfemtasique".

It's their way son,

women was made for the rope, just ask your Mother there

she'll tell you how she's all choked up with emotion.

(SPaZ 1995)

Founders of philos de gang grene

express

some less than eloquently

but close enough

yaya

close enough for making commissions

universal desires ---

insult enslave killKillKILL

flattery being neo-formalist self-empowerment.

(SPaZ 1995)

No sassafras tonight baby on lent

coming down off copatt weekend

sees her knees all wrinkly -fied

means she been off her feet too long

there's a song in there

If you tap it out

co -rect -la-la- la-la -ly He,

now, where's he at / evenings?

Mary refused to believe latin tango locks

were anything but too hard to pull a comb through

but see me insist they gonna stay, Mary

cause mines is a natural earthly phenomena

gold and diamonds and if it must be so

then alright pig iron ore too

well I mean exceptins for conditioner

animal abusive free, mind you

But I've seen plenty of animals what abuse humans

Know one Pit bully

shel-lack-ed its han-del-ler

tune of 2-5-0 dah-lers, bay-bee

3- four- time.

(SPaZ 1995)

My girl

Now she wonders

but don't ever ask

why I won't go to church

so I answered to myself

I thought God was in Heaven

pinching the butts of stars

MisterSuperFunkyBossaNova

cause I saw one fall for the first time other night

just arc plunged

back broken

swan stroken

like there was no air in that sky

and I did think of God right then

and how he flicked that femme fetal

no more than a mosquito on his shoulder

right out the darkness and into nothingness

which I used to think were the same thing

until that particular evening

and then I figured out

how mythmakers of ancient Greece

told some far flung soap operatic story

about events no more spectacular

but very much similar to these

although their explanation has been repeated

so many times that even the

GREEKS DON'T BELIEVE em anymore

and I still can't explain

why I just never did like going to church

any church

don't care what stains or pains they

adorn their windows with

just never did

and how happy I was to go to college

if for no other reason than that

I didn't have to go churchin no more

and how liberated I still feel

every Sunday morning

thinking important God thoughts

in the hazy

refusing to get out of bed

cause I'm about to receive a vision moments

that preceed those first communion careful steps

onto a porch overlooking

so many creeks of worship

flowing slow into a clear and shining river of hope

puffing out hearts like some big cigar God

rolled up and showing off to some

and come to think of if it

I do seem to remember striking

God coming to me last night suggesting

that if I wasn't going to church

perhaps I could do the honors

of getting that fine stogie started.

(SPaZ 1995)

Girl w/Horns

used to do me tightously

but this one

her thumbs is too short

and that would bug me out

an entire lifetime

so I just says, looky here

I ain't no prize

but I do got books for sale

if you got a fin

and she did.