23 September 2011

there is no sitting still


an injury that did not result in death
well
not the type of death that you mean
the shifting landscape of a sad song
of someone listening
a phone call

nighttime wishing
you are either moving toward
or away from the change
standing still standing in sand
you are still moving
it is still moving
the earth is still moving

there is no sitting still
there’s no nine-nine
no west of fields
no more seven chinese brothers
pure tenor quality
the voice of harold montgomery

no more pretending
that the words mean anything
or are well chosen
well guarded
well meaning
nobody is winning
nobody is winning
there is nosuchthing

which does not mean
there is no right or wrong
you can sing the song
it’s not a question of can or can’t
it’s do or don’t
didn’t you know

i am an impatient man
prefer cake to pie
truth to light
inside to insight
with actual tigers
and intricate daydream designs
in the last of the graylight
last of the wine
summer flower dresses
that let in the light

a  joy shared is twice a joy
a sorrow shared is half a sorrow
true today true tomorrow

mine’s day
minion’s day
until the day
in the mines eye of carmelita
the song of chicharita
rose of the desert
the deportees



19 September 2011

the depression is not significant


watching the light die
 listening to dogs fight
just north   of the good side
                                 of those tracks
where the cops walk fast
                                                   when they pass

you can see the station from here
                     if that lightens your fear
       or straightens her hair
                    when the first snow comes
stir            son

don’t have enough to pay the rent
                but the depression is not         significant
           ask her man      she’ll tell you that

we’ll wait for it
         want to know you haven’t ignored it
     her eyes say something like   hypocrite

                                or    predator
              they don’t say editor
and they damn sure ain’t keeping score

you can count
      one to four

      add it up
if you must

             the birds are singing
so it’s time to go to sleep
take the crosses from your hands
            and lay them at my feet

everything that you borrowed
            every little bit i stole
if the fan makes wind
            then time’s been told



16 September 2011

how to set fires with electric timers


how to set fires with electric timers


·      if a tree falls
·      eco terrorist movement
·      the fuck of it all
·      what can you do
·      what should you do
·      what will you do
·      we already lost
·      the bums lost
·      but i love the bums
·      the bums are the best
·      fuck all the rest
·      but
·      without the rest
·      who will run credit cards
·      and engineer hiking boots
·      who will love last
·      who will hide truth
·      which makes it so pretty
·      and rare to find
·      deep in the day
·      of dark the night
·      they count revolution
·      as too much for us
·      that we won’t get there
·      or go dust to dust
·      that comfort creed
·      creativity
·      is far too important
·      we’ll leave them with greed
·      and the power to makes us
·      all do the high step
·      from dawn to dawn
·      birth to death
·      and private rebellion
·      in apartments    in color
·      take out the fervent
·      need to discover
·      what really is best
·      for most things concerned
·      which lessons were missed
·      which ones got learned
·      the bell in my head
·      won’t stop going off
·      but decision fatigue
·      is slow now   and soft
·      and pretty girl’s smiles
·      are all i can dream of
·      even for a minute
·      a hurried look
·      and a hug
·      a worried look
·      and a shrug
·      to depart
·      no time to stop hearts
·      and no   it didn’t hurt
·      i trust you
·      the whole way
·      but that doesn’t mean
·      i can keep your schedule straight
·      you condescend
·      but waiting won’t matter
·      we’ll see in the end
·      watch small change ripple
·      like the sun over trees
·      learn the lessons of earth
·      in the lessons of need
·      take the time to decide
·      but then follow through
·      i would go it alone
·      were it not for you




09 September 2011

hartcrane to heart


i wouldn’t say drowning 
but you know
my father said
i was tired 
he must have
known
                                                                                          still
it was
tired
not sad
or upset

tired

and
i
was
tired

and sad and upset
like water
is wet
like night
 is dark
like time
just starts
tearing
apart
tearing
the
part that’s
s t a r i n g

the start

hartcrane to heart




04 September 2011

i can’t do anything with a box



requests are requirements
before retirement

they’re ready for you now
here it comes
second floor
what’s in the box

i can’t do anything with a box

what if i came to your house
to see what’s going on at home
          in the background

he didn’t say daddy loves you
             did he?

it’ll take a while
that’s for sure
i need to get all
the way to 118th street by the night before
tuesday could do something
if i just got enough sleep

never said anything of
         the sort
dreams don’t talk
not in hotels
and if you’re flying
you’re dying
 somebody told me that

     no
i am not
         the one

i’ll wait in blue chairs
near curly hair
sugar bear
      nobody’s gonna care
they just stare

the door makes noises
so i know when you come in
late

everybody’s good at something
me?
i'm good at doing what i’m told
            and not looking old




03 September 2011

i don't have the courage yet


unraveling

one by one you said
                                and
i think i know what you meant

i’m trying not to unravel and wishoping that if i do   it would at least be for atypical reasons but that’s only because i wishope that i am atypical

sometimes i am

sometimes
                 i’m not

cold fights hot  the day the driveway gets paved black and i sneak into the apartment like it’s some kind of attack leaving the peppers in the car  in a sack   
                             by the railroad tracks

the community that is growing is not what i wanted to plant nor is it what i want to harvest so i will leave it for other gardeners

and wonder how productive it is to take that hard look at the ones you’ve collected  start to draw comparisons    to make generalizations  
                          no matter how accurate
about them and yourself  


and i wonder why she felt the need to tell us she left it all on the shelf 
                                                it didn’t help

         you started to use the word  love

a few months back
it took me by surprise
felt unattached
but genuine
        and heartfelt
i keep it in my pocket
in case i need the help
                    i haven’t  yet

the transitions have us on moving trains
      yours northeast
mine in a circle around the easternmost point of the midwest

      well  
          a half circle  or 
a fingernail moon
from the east towns
to the deep blue
that's not quite dark enough
to make me sweat
       but is fast becoming
the part of myself
that is the first thing others notice
       upon introductions

i heard jack mack say the words
              ‘buffalo friends’
the first time recoiled
     but now understand
and wonder what it takes
to simply give in and
   find both feet planted
        in something you can defend
but   
i don't have the courage yet




02 September 2011

a change in the landscape

i use
is what it says
and that’s something to believe
there are no kinds of lives that spend time
in between

tricks
even tools  of this
my little trade
for a measure of control
that deal is often made

i use
is what i said
i know it’s what you heard
if  i were pressed
i wouldn’t need another word

if i were finished
there would be no use for you
go
diminished
there is so much left to do

the rest of this
is useless
unless you happen to take note
that the words i want to say
are not the ones i wrote

the ones i have to say
just keep sticking
in my throat
like when you’re standing still
but always pulling at my coat

i’m counting every note


i use is what it says
that’s what wins the war


hurt the most   knees on floors
kill the host   slam the door
be the boast    ask for more
                          here’s a toast  you’re such a bore

i use
is what it read
something to believe
the tricks she’d been accused of
were also up my sleeve

mine said i think
oblique   opaque
subtle gesture ending
a
change in the landscape



01 September 2011

when lonely got me thinking
                     i'd do anything to be without it

same story on the delay
        some things just take time
i'm happy you'll doctor up
               you can hear the dynamics

things are worse off than i thought back with since
      working know how to relate to    life's rich pageant
the twenty four will be difficult for a sentimentalist such as myself

good grades relish the role as curve destroyer
i am not ready to leave buffalo  
                  but the off chance you and bryan
considering talk and the south

excellent viewpoint both
    thoughtful   and reflective
add experience
  understand addiction
              be invaluable

in what is certain
            an expanding galaxy 
  isn’t easy to do

killing in singapore loan debt
      and maybe more
to get out from under the things they unfurl

the decidedly unreligious make it easy
       to forget the fervor that those beliefs can stir
             in zealots 
in conversation about networking with a fellow
    felt good until he muttered
‘all that work is well and good but it'll get you nowhere
unless you're with the network i'm with 

                     G*O*D

is the only thing i'll ever need
                to get exactly what i want’

but what if what i want
                             is fleeting
and there are so many competing
                    all i really feel like doing    is eating

                be there in about twelve minutes


stunned to silence 
                    and suddenly hungry

but what actually happened was that tipping point you see in people when they ask you to explain something   then realize it is more complicated than they’d like it to be and you see the words approaching their metaphoric ‘fill’ line  the eyes glaze forward with laziness  sloth and what spits out is derision for understanding anything that can’t be abbreviated

if it's difficult
      you quit
that’s the long and the short of it   then    
                                      you get something to eat

maybe we did that too           we don't recall  the how long of it all


                           singer has been taken advantage of  or   
                     maybe   she just called her own shot
                                                        i just hope she survives it

as i survived the cult of domesticity
              upon my move across the country’s height 
                                                                           not its width

when lonely got me thinking i'd do anything to be without it

Brion Gysin