an evening at carey hall

untitled performance piece

it's nice to watch the shadows
throw themselves across the room
wrapping objects in obscure values of grey.

everything is relatively peaceful in this rare night silence
darkness protrudes obtusely along the floor.

it's time to play with language
to wrap its contents lovingly around your teeth
and taste them like a rich chocolate.
what better days are there than these?
(the halcyon and indifferent days are the ones i like best,
when i am freeto use them as i see fit)

i am thinking miles of thoughts.
rapidly
dreaming no more of the beats,
now actually chanelling them through my spirit.
is there a chance for a literary beat revival?
have i got the passion
(let alone the means of talent)
to fill such a large pair
of verbal shoes?

who knows.

kicks joy darkness and all that hallelujah.
nights of singing about history and
s u d d e n l y
you catch a current
and your mind
BLOWS
faster than you had any idea it could.

(you were under the impression
that your mind was still on training wheels,
and that it wasn't quite ready
to get out and see the world on it's own)

argentina said he would take me to peru
but not sam, because she was just too white:
does that mean he knows
I'VE GOT BURNING IN MY SOUL THAT CAN'T BE SATISFIED?

it's true:
i may be mad, but baby,
i've got a whole lot more than that