Victorian Intuition/Father Winter Replies

your waistcoat high
into self absorption, deviation
no victorian intuition

can't find the switch
to the light bulb of concentration
no victorian, no victorian,
no victorian, no victorian intuition

out of tune, unfit for singing
oh, it's alright
nothing's changed then
right beside my four eyed pretties
oh, it's all right, they forgive me

collectively we sigh
father winter replies
time beds to meet our cries
father winter replies
hasty, hasty, how to simmer?
first, read the words, then consider
pinch of salt, a spoon of patience,
to be complete when he's finished

clutch all your false diagrams
proof for malnutrition
no victorian intuition

your prevent what you have
to prove all your inclinations
no victorian, no victorian
no victorian, no victorian intuition


Rudimentary Animation

sealed with age by a brush stroke
steam of colors
choirs in full voices, whole notes
ears dumbfounded

animation
rudimentary, forged by ancient sons
animation
infantile attempts, explanations

reasonings by the old robed,
bearded philosophers
kept preserved through enlightenments
quandaries answered?

animation, animation
animation, animation


Draw For Me, M.C. Escher

i'm not able to draw you
a better shape
like saville's prized pupil
majors, minors
resemble my better traits
when ivory's press down
so who will show me
how to make a better shape?

draw for me,
draw for me
m.c. escher
odd shapes,
eloquently
m.c. escher

you draw leopards and owls,
are you gothic now?
what in the tarnation?
don't play silly or invent
atrocities, fears or trepidations
all I wanted was to see
what you'd create


Four Gone Pierre (Or What Electricity Made)

what dictates,
is it your love or your distaste?
as with science, appliances,
i'm acquired taste
or chalk beneath your nails,
why so afraid,
of what electricity made?
comfort please
it takes so little to appease
on the dials, my rivals win
they told me
"there's no need let yourself out to please"

why so afraid, so afraid
so afraid, so afraid?


The First Time I Loved Her It Was Here

the first time I loved her it was here
they discovered us
playing in the ponds with toads
and leafy dragons
the first time I loved her it was here
afternoons in the fall
nothing but to wonder
where now should we wander?
sleep on beds of grass
awoken by our hunger

the first time I loved her it was here
leaves upon the stark landscape
we supposed the world
would never change us
the first time I loved her it was here
secrets left in hearts
you withdrew your hand
to see what lay behind us
I could never plead enough
to make you hold on

the first time I loved her it was here
faces strained in doubt
bodies in unseemly gestures
the obscene shrieks
the first time I loved her it was here
shameless utterance
agonies that freeze,
prolong what memories have
brought to wasted birth
assembled points of regret
languish with despair
the trees will droop and wither
winter will remain
the sadness of our weather

the first time I loved her it was here


I Recall the Telephone Booth

you left on a train
on the morning of october
"won't you button up your coat?" I said "it's cold out here"
who was I to think
there could ever be a future
you assured me once
it was all I could bear,
as I waited on the corner
the telephone booth,
I recall

you wrote of tragedies
on a letter stained with your tears
"I will never be the same"
I said "to me, you will"
in the evening I remained
still unsettled on the corner
would your voice return to me
at the end of this wire?
or will we always be
this lonely?


On Being Principally Utopian

for now we drink
from cups of crude offerings
drawn from the wells
of those with real sufferings
for now we hold to thoughts
of great pleasure
stripped of all worth, all dignity
who remembers
not being utopian?
on being utopian

watch as the children
march in vast numbers
you had the last chance
but chose all the others
from the allure
of all of your treasures
you're not inclined to think
so you don't remember
not being utopian
on being utopian
la la la la la la la la la la


Whether By Horse, Or Horseless

I embark through mountains
the belly of the earth
envelopes me like fountains
uou're not by my side
so who will navigate me
through the leaves and the branches?
unreal foes and creatures
altered forms and features

whether by a horse
or horseless carriage, oh-oh
I will return
whether by a horse
or horseless carriage, oh-oh
I will come home

careful not to falter
the rumors of the night
invade my ears like laughter
thankful for the lights
that capture all the moths
and guide me with their brightness
gather wood in darkness
speak in tones of softness


Only Copernicus

telescope, I see you
have a vision for me
nights spent in solitude
of discovery
I don't know
if I have the courage to speak
of what i've discovered

only copernicus
measurements of magnificence
only copernicus
instruments of intelligence
only copernicus
symmetry of astronomy
only copernicus
blasphemy and heresy

instruments, I see you
have a number for me
my words sync with your words
as I state my beliefs
I don't know
if I have the courage to speak
of what i've discovered


My Grandfather, The Cubist

oh-a-oh my grandfather, the cubist
i'm the seventh son
born to sons of ideals
oh-a-oh my grandfather, the cubist
i'm the daughter born
to the sons of ideas

my grandfather, the cubist
an ageless countenance
in the midst of our times
a voice among the great icons
a force felt like a wind
on my generation