hot milk
these pink roses
some plastic shrine
@ music's feet
unbroken divinity of eye / ear -
a prophecy deep from within the skull's roots
controlled miles of flexible oratory
bouquets of plasticity stretching the petals of the bell
this sun this bursting gaffaw
parked here at the edge of godsland any jackson knows
any queen whoever-shed-her-face-of-water knows
any revolutionary zookeeper knows
any weaver of lace knows
any gone logic device knows
any virgin in search of the mystery knows
these unwaving toxic neo-industrial sad unscented roses
enshrined @ the feet of music know
those at the helm of the ship know
that which guides the rudder knows
uncontrollability in an inflexible space
madmen know
scientists know
the spirits
know
the married know
the sick
the lame
the intolerant know
somewhere in their inflexibly religious souls
the long gones know it
deep within their long gone elegant
tombs
an unfathomable unity between forest & trees
first & last hucksters
even the hucksters know
the soft walls know
the high walls know
the low walls know
the hard walls know
"I kill Bad aMericans" - a harder groove / the gloss of pearls
this holy heliocent
world of round holidays
even the humans know
the war/mongers know
the survivors beneath our soles they know
twice octoped ghosts know
a sound-tale coming closer to inflexible plastic
the face of water
the quint of power
the laying on of long dawns
prio priopas achordin
prio priopas acru
loosen confusion & broaden forms
loosen confusion & bro a den forms
there's that second before the petals melt
that moment before the shrines collapse
when we realize we are all prophets
& fortune tellers
when we all see what the future holds
speaks
tastes
touches
smells
the wise ones know
the idiots know
the rootless know
the innocent know
the innocent know the innocent know..
steve dalachinsky nyc
do! listen to John Tchicai's free strings & Dalachinksy's words, hither>>
Tchicai's voice is hot coal and violets
