Hey, Brian Wilson...

...you fucking RULE, baby!

"Columnated ruins domino..."

"Listen, listen, listen..."

"Our Prayer"

Dawn/Greenlake

A stone breaks the windowpane surface

of a sleeping lake.

It works on the slippery mass

as certain gravity 

calls it through strands 

of slow dancing millfoil

to the tangled bottom.

This morning's mist

and watchful evergreens

are willing partners.

They swoon at their undulating reflection,

given life by reflected light.

Given concentric rhythm

by the vanished stone.

As the stone's descent

is cradled by the stirring lake

the waltzing slows.

The mist and the trees return 

to their wallflower wait.

The lake rolls over 

and goes back to sleep

but the stone makes the bottom,

finds it's place,

and everything will change.

Dusk/Magnuson Park

Superimposition

is occurring

between thoughts.

Senseless infinities.

Today 

I was every ghost 

born again 

from pointless

and weighted

histories.

"A boy has never wept, nor dashed a thousand kim."

Right now

I am crying

the tears I know 

aren't mine.

They belong to you.

They stained the cheeks of the Thousand Kim.

"A boy has never wept..."

The mantra of a fading nervous system.

The password to speakeasy oblivion.

Spasms of recognition 

scatter the swift black curtain of crows

tkr tkr tkr,  Caw.

tkr tkr tkr, Caw.

They shift direction

against the groaning sky

and that face

you saw in your first fever

stares you down

to insignificance.

"We are the Thousand Kim.

Those who find us

will be destroyed."

Suddenly 

It's cold

and dark.

The dogs are there

to chase the murder off

and lead the way

back home.

Reflectivity

Roky Erickson says

I have always been here before

believe in my life's open door

Harri Georgeson says

Here, now, be here now

'cause it's not like it was before

Ohm-Cheeky says

We are specular and diffussed

Scaught says

I am trying to reach you

and get a tiny piece of your soul

maybe more

Their Name Liveth Forevermore

A loyal reader writes
n points to a point
on the internaught
where this
is goin' on:

http://www1.gemm.com/item/CHEMISTRY--SET/FIELDS-l-BENEATH--THE--PLOW-l-BLIND--CAROLINE-l-HALL--OF--MIRRORS-l-KILL--THE--SLEEPERS-l-APRIL--F/GML1417854077/

1987 CE
I thought these had all gone back into
the ground again...
Nice though to become
curious
obscure
n hoarded by
the obsessive.
My work here is done...
Oh.
The cover was nice too.
Royal purple
Augustine...

The Sun Brings A Whisper

Torn paper mountains
and red brick red buildings
contemplate the eastern sky.
Look over there
see?
That's where the sun comes
from.
It comes from Marrakesh
baked in the red clay walls
of the swirling medina.
It tastes like mint tea.
It smells like argan and saffron.
Saffron becomes gold
when mortar
pestle
and water
lay down beside.
The sun rises from this home
and journeys toward
the mountains and brick
of this place.
On the way
it has picked up a passenger most fair
and true.
The softest whisper.
Now
the sensual transit of circulation
and
a bracelet of fingers
will court a supernova of pearls.
Sleep will come down
and the red brick red
returns every morning
awaiting the whisper
that turns saffron into gold.

Good Dog Nigel and Paul McCharmly

Some people say
ugh, Beatles
why Beatles?
why, Scaught?
Here's why...
The were older n me and
I trusted them...

Looksee... with Ringo Stone, George Parasol n Paul McCharmley
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iitt8YYebnA&feature=related

Outta Me Head
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDMryLZmKfo&feature=related