Stray Voltage

Part One Pimpernell, Pink, and St. Germain  Auden's "Sea and the Mirror", Thomas Paine's definition of kingship... These are the things that are relevent, things That should be precious to your soul. This poem is merely the things that operate The mind. The preciousness of being a citizen is Not having to accept Caliban's attitude, Or, to be Caliban in redefining even more sharply The things Caliban sees. We must always think of the false And harmful in authority, The selfishness of authority, The stifling things in authority. We must think of the stifling paternalism, The schisms in the financial realities of life, And in position and authority the pitfalls of clan, Kinship, tribalism, and we must think of the rotteness In Paine's concept of kingship. We must think of the relationship of the parent to the child. Caring, and the antithetical artificial caring must be thought Of along with the paternalism that bows in a way of artificiality.  Something of a deja vu looks at something In your mind that is looking at the technology, that says "Yes, it's old, but Yes, it's new. Things have changed." This reacts badly to those who rely on their Paternalism, rely on their inheritance, Their financial ties.  Some sort of sadness lies in a maternal/ Paternalistic attitude that feels it has failed, misses something In the mere definitions of what is real human conduct, What might be a problem, and why a relationship Is flawed in it's concept.  Perry Mason giving Paul Drake instructions, That relationship, relating in a solid way to the System, knowing what is right and wrong, Seeing things as they are, and defining What they are, and the merest straight reportage of Facts and events, And in that reportage the reactions of authority, the maternal/ Patronage system, the maternal patrons in authority relating The realities of the statutory realities applied to A given situation. This will be an answer from them. You know that they must, and answer the silence, a sort of Fumbling, a befuddled working out of realities Of the situation, who knows?  Living your life before an Olympic Judging Panel - The occassion equals their event, and they hold up their signs - 8.1 - 7.7 - 9.3 -...You'll never be a ten. They won't be happy because they hold The authoritative position that administers the Patronage, nothing can utterly please them, Everything is somehow abstractly splintered And not in conformance with what they desire. Fate, onus, stigma combine in one; Wear a label, is that really fun? Does that rhyme, so sorry. It's the territory, There is a sarcasm in the air, There's a real need for authority to dissapoint An honest effort. The maternal patronage, position, And the patrons ask us, "What is wrong with me? - "What's wrong with what I'm doing? - "I guess you looked at the statutes, "I looked at the statutes, "Please tell me what is wrong." The answer to those questions of course Is not one readily given From the top of the head. It's not a quip, it's not a comeback. The answers to those questions must be thought of Carefully, for a long time, considered from every Angle. A stubborn dog only wants his time, His reference point; He does not mind the Relationship in the patronage of the master. He asks merely for his time to consider the Request, and to consider the relationship. Part Two - Need a job? What are the occupations of hell, I ask? Is hell full of Quixotes or full of people who clutched all the toys and wine?  Does one's acts of one's "monkey" condemn one, Do the acts of evil that add to full numbers of acts finally inter one? Or rejecting love of one of heaven's unseen kind, or embracing one who tiffed with? The occupations must be the lack of occupation or a keen interest in one who does not dwell therein, a keen envy of those who envy not, ...........the fittest occupation?  For hell to be hell there must be a soul occupation maybe a sweetnes of a diminished luster sustained and fading, but the fading would provide diversion to the punishment. Lack of personal effectiveness.... another fit occupation, and with no listening ear.  Joyful commitment to a negative cause would be a reason to inter one, and that cause unjoined in hell the punishment to fit the action.  Should the evil in an evil mind die in hell, or learn to eat itself within, or would that occupation double the treasure of evil?  Part Three "pope-ish pup"-a-gram  like the Ubermensch family in the ear, the constant unprovided for widow who notes a rivalry chasing the widow's mite, notice "pope-ish" is small not Capital as in Pope Ubermensch, not the Big See - - and those sentiments can run all the way up to the armada's Command Control where they installed the learned souls, .....Mssr. Unermensch could not leave a dime for what? One can that can get feed his/herself?, there was no flying ode no blank verse observed, ....the lawn ornaments only were as tall as the "Puffball" still under a planted juniper by a fire pit in even row tree farm middle. Part Four Lyric from the Lights over Phoenix Funeral parlor directors and war correspondents and Godot agree and see one take the right hand stigmata mark, that one did not know he was on the cross, fingerpaints splash "chants with" with, ran to an old dead tree smell book of "other" on a page. That one claims a fresh soul rede in on the yellow dead tree page, Brain dead spa bubble sinking slow pain from acts intentional to serve the well served, toothache deltoid left neck erectors, mind blank to reason's causation exists, deaf ear to love.  Caesarian breakfast pancake tipping the fruit-vendors stand as he found dowagers nurse not learning the introspect Tao, yet stuffing Kraut-forum ballot boxes like un-lubed crank journals. Ire to the deceased Dagon more life-less than a fixed junkie eye burned from current Dogma.... Part Five She just an actress   She just an actress drivin' by in a big car She just an actress playing with out prison bars, She just an actress paying all our bills Made the moon a mechanical thrill, She gulping calmer-downer pills; Shining prisms churn the mire Over the horizon, wheels of Phoebus" power. Part Six Cold People The Colonies won The Yankeees won dammit....now they win again not watching the mescal cartoons.  There is a hallucinetic..............(spelling correct) overlay in the comfy South and other cultures, The cold people's color bubble imagination breaks into cold grey reality black and white chores to keep the hearth warm. I still see George Washington crossing the Delaware and hear the unentitled's song being unentitled and not wedded to the soft color dream. We keep her in the "balloon room" quiet alive....yet aqua cartoon explosion, it keeps her quiet.   Part Seven -Iron Grouse - (Le bum la est) Lord Morpho-dye-tee in his crystal chapel sanctuary meat tube full coronary blood food channel, walnut half cranial contains distributed, yet strike himself afoot - like a peach "could be" persimmon variegated annigene "happenstance", I see to gather at the wedding cake frosting river skate skid, it was a self leader eater of id or other few ids of limited number. Self-leader- ....but the bride and groom on a cake at another ceremony? Bipedal meat yet, maybe a thin dream leading some tad of a thick dream or black blink. Cobbling up food store real fuel, can't so banctrupt supply chain Ensigns, nickel and dime or food stampy, Half a Dristan and a tummy coler, YA!  Wizard Topple Rock restack dropping runes at Stonehendge the cosmogeny Ripe and alas the return of the Roc like Popeye's turkey popping from........Goon Island volcano! Cinnamon toast Oer D'Oeurve or durve? Norman Angler Deutch's software on imaginary numbers includes "nega'money" for the meteor magnets meatier agnates metier monads - - Still no end all to be all..... declensionizing fool at site funereal... Petunia Gurublanca at Question Rock left unknown vapors up her baby's nose with a Swami puzzle like sparkle lawns Court choke voiced she could not roll an "R" more like in need for a strong amp and piano tinkles. Part Eight I like Orange Juice   before five out the front door to see sparkle lawn long rays refracted in low sodium, and walk upon all the on-off stars sky above twinkle part haze pull dull; Sorry Crispin, in dull warm you the THE, soothe I like some orange juice. I hear Robert's Rules of Orders, I see like the Sargeant at Arms, I hear there is Parliamentary Procedure...all tossed out in Frozen Mexico. Do you hear the bird "Hither-Hither" on the Bough? If you can't see they have a "sightless disabled" job at the "Elvis Plate" factory - they make "Angel Plates" too!   Dirigisme mimesis Heliotrope baggedisimus Kasproing conspiracy teleological tombstone sniffed about. You can puppy slap the new robot cur in puppy battles, in a sealed window high rise and win the jet lag spent shrapnel award; Bid a lipstick "Hey dere babe" unpondering a cruel school dirigisme lecturn on and on.   Part Nine "doin' yourself" mentally When she makes her royal proclamations does she fully hear our silence, or only the savory echoes of her own mighty word, elitest decree thinly veiled elitest threats? Why would she think we stake belief in her Olympian assessments..... she the creature of her mental self-indulgences creating an image of her in her self-satiating universe? Floods of trophies plaques, diplomas rain on her from her self defined described heaven, not especially for a chow line chit, but to gratiate herself. Tao Faux and like flirting in an early 30s Nazi think tank confinement, I just just barely hear the wet nurse's lamentations grim strip bar "titty showers" mental pro-wrestling cyber nuevo-E.S.T. arabic symbols holographic Bugs and Elmer cavorting slippery clay paths of reality, the gov sells "everything is everything" pills, mind soft sheep and chow food stampy cheap slipper theme park hat cherubim in a owned living room, music on napping doublety freakinutz alpha-waving. Part Ten Swipin' from Shakespeare laurel head peices and crowns piled in the corner glow piles of applications to the finest "poesy school" grow, with a hey nonny-ninny no, and a hey nonny-ninny yeh. when the nonsense whimsy flows, she's right there the rooming house concierge scorning - you got in her hair hey nonny-ninny la, dingle ninny-nonny ya!  tit for tat and a comfy cat smilin' in a tree cruel ringmaster striking lute to animate his company sha-la dingle croak, ninny strike a bucket oak with a nonny-ninny la, and a nonny-ninny da! pick up your crown or velvet cap with tinkle bells the landscape cracks and floats about, unconcentrated hell, little pieces like angel meeces on a pin's head, quarky birds, the colors yours, in needle's eye say your not dead. things a freind can't use will be perused to make a mine, they'll asses a fine, Flea bite us! A little tickle, it is not rude wind puff lights cloud of gold precious time with a mind full of the hey nonny-ninny don a no hey nonny-ninny don a yeh, and a dingle dog dingle yo and a dog dingle dingle.   Part Eleven There's a Tavern to Yodel in   There's a tavern to yodel in and it's right below the surface of the green anodized film on the inside of your skull where the maidens ride the greeny shiny light all about the soma highrise trap door canopies of trees around the highrise, there is no sky as the math flew in the other day and crushed the Cartesian coordinates of the imagination. This land free of thought diseases that include fiery eliminations for the occupants includes vitually a non stop orgasm in the visual sense but the maidens still decades old pneumatic bliss riding the metal of the rolled back eyes earching the greeny imaginings including no clothing at all just green light around the form of greeny light.  THEY DO NO MORE POLITICS- - the math section had come around and cancelled the Cartesian expedients and there for the logistical poop nightmares amd the hyperbole of the utter self consciousness of a religious bent, food itself is considered a ritualistic sodomic farce and there is no use to utter on and on and on about pleasure, as all is pleasure, and not pleasure in the Non-Cartesian atmosphere and the greeny rollicking relic eyeball sears, and unfeels, and after all that, maiden pixies of tedium were invented to run about the metallic lining of the skull as if these creatures would somehow be new and fresh........... Other than a totally predictable zoo for entertainment the imagination fell off to not worship itself at all, fell back in the soft and three dimensional on the air breathing side of the pool's surface...... THAT IS wrong, THAT IS where we yodel...... yodel at the cartoon characters in the pool with their eyes transfixed to the top of the green metallic lining of their skulls, and the yummy light vixens one and all call......But, this is not the air We yodel in  .....just looks like the tavern where they yodel, yodel. Part Eleven Howdy-Hi to the Spewage Queen! You are stale cheese You are a seagull picking garbage from the wake, You are the flatulence of a shadow cat, Dr. Wizzy-Dazzle-New you are not. your consciousness regurges spewage, soon to dine on then spew, your own spewage. You are not providing the bigger more prolonged and supremely estatic orgasm, the sky high semen launch, You are not offering the dry bed sweet and comely genius toddlers, the early buried mother-in-law progenitive gold bags, You bring us no whiter teeth, the golf balls do not carry the extra nine yards. You spew back a vomit of something you never should of ate, and hope you have buffed the vomit to a greater lustre, and made a livlier shape than that morsel you never should have eaten. I can dig there ain't no "Guild" Teacher-Pimp to burn the "D-" odes, to unfocus the mind; No commercial "Guelph" demi-god to feed, Now the meat is surreptitiously thrown in the animal's cage.   Part Twelve "A ladie bright and Fair" Finis(?)   A ladie bright and fair and tempered wise From age and work and bearing, 'proved by all, Stepped up to a noble state and prized, In land bounded by the mighty river wall. The heathen and gentry fell all within her ken, All neede her hand to guide, and win her seal. The temples machinery worked so well for them, Gold filled her bank, her minions swelled with zeal. How could a crystal process smooth as silk Hold not? Tuitions weight was born by all. Only the lowliest were out of the circle of her ilk And deemed unfit, or deaf to success' call.  She learned far and wide many ways in her days Rearing up and polishing her squires in the ways she knew, Her pupils imprinted and grew in her image and way, It mattered not if the statutes of a nation laid strewn.   Still by the river's wall enemies stood still. Paying not the fetid ransom from her royal quillThe length is really going to be a problem, but read on. there are some good lines. Good lines for everyone since the tone switches some. I really want the poem like this. It is about the attitude of the authorities in a Whistleblower/Harrassment case that went to State Hearing. It is so obsfucated, the message is that it should work OK as poetry. Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 07:06 AM PST   0 • 9