Friar Turk's Ramblings and Poetry

The porrous membrane of Hercules
raining down brimstone and fire
Bellowing with the Hooks of Night
And Beating Out all that Beats Brite

Daedalus Himmed and Hemmed and Hawed
to the Thorn, Asp, Rudder, Bladder, Bloke and Bleak Note
Une Soiree de Poche
With OakWings and Fisherman's Fir
The StillWind blow Oxens and Whirl
From the Wrent of God and Orion's Shore
The HipStede in Pegasus lore
The rending of poetry in raven's sight
The reciting of Inchoate verse FULL OF LIGHT

the wind of the culling distant shore
winding the jackdaws and the d'ream-sayings

against the fecund, billowing storm, the unconscious
and the cave full of kites, hammers and bikes

the lemon spool of yarn
salting a drop of ice

i am thirsty for this life
full of strife vodka, and bloodpool days of orange

the launch rocket motifs or leit-motifs,
campaign of posters, quotes from famous boxers

hard-hitting and what hits hard every chance
to find the openings in the corner, at the market

with newspapers burning oil
and oiling eyes, eyeling oily burning eyes

they will look to the bright future bright
and future as bright as these eyes wide open

clear from blue, and cleared from night
no obsidian or mirror, no open light or mirrored light

broken clean and straight clean
no fretting or worry, just open light

Sunset Painting from my Sunset Porch
Set Sail for the Bermudan Crowd
Parlez Vous Ma Femme, Parlez Vous
Dit moi, Que est ce'est Que Que est ce'est Quoi

Set your Prettly Little Ass on My Table
Let me Draw you in My Eyes
In the World Let Me Draw You
Allez Vous Avec Moi, Comme Ca

Pour My Body a Drink, Oh My Soul
Fill Me Up, Fill Me Full, Fill Me Whole
As the Ghostly Light of the Evening, long and dimcast
Comme Ca Va, la lumiere blu ombre et rouge visage,
Allez Vous Ma Femme

Your Body of Clay, wet with Blue and Haze
Hazy BlueBirds flying up the Chimney Flue

Mist in your Body and Mist in Your Soul
Mist on the hil where the Rocks Stroll

Sisyphus roll and Sisyphus Drum
A thoushand times or more a Mercurial Hum

DO IT AGAIN:, in fervour call for More
IN EVERY SEASON:, a Task and a Chore

A little Incantation for the sp[irt of Man
NOah embarked like a Shephered: Japeth. Shem. Ham

Xenophon rang with Keno, Yet Not with a Chair
Darn that Dream and Damn their Despair

Imbue the electirl light: Yet not the Vessel
You canb Still Dig for dolams and Dig for the Mussels

In the 2nd round Foreman plugged his victim with an innocent punch
while looking forward to after-the-fight, he'd be drinking a Daquiri

Then head out on his yacht straight for Gastonbury
Singing Vespers to the Muse and Mad at the Furies

Humming like a bumblebee and stinging like a Bird
Painting his elephants in Dali Frisco

Pointillist nightmare spread his Vixen into a Pixie
Gratefully acid