(two d i v e r g e n t poems, after listening to Captain Beefheart’s Hey Garland, I Dig Your Tweed Coat)
Give me back my heart
you loony
the hapless sprout from a
fairytale-clout
clobbered him from underneath a
spider’s house
the words of a God scented through
the thick curtain overthrown by
Jesus-deep nothingness
his belly ached like belly’s lead
torn smiling like a headmaster’s
stress-pain
she was a grandmaster in her
icy skull-laked naked
saviouress
people peopled jazzy chested
chess-games in the open sun
he barfed hairy seizures
fit open into a one-cloud mind
leave this holy mind of mine
he mimed
give me back my heart you fool
you loony
give me back my heart
you tune
Bill’s Apocalypse
The perfect mirror cracked
blossomed open into a thousand holograms
maybe more
burst tinkling constantly
transforming itself
like a swarm of
bumblebees in hot mid-day
while blue-collared black-and-white-eyed waiters
whined that there was no one there to pick up the pieces.
As the evening grew louder Bill checked out of his tomb
destroying six spiders and an ant with one giant step
he towed off the stone marked end of mankind
a child cried – a mouse leaped before its eyes
morning swooped in.