diamond stylus of fantastic night stereo (1987) ___ Dark crippled night draws the shades sealing long haze Envelopes of rust and navy, feeds potted Geraniums with postcard whispers of breeze bulk rate Thirdclass it bounces around the world without Direction ready by a million snoopy clerks Cautious night unsheathes the porcupine quills Brushed by rushing trucks and arabesque shoplights it Dips into the inky murk of a million Lonelinesses, sighing lovesick sailor, wraps our\ Leftovers with nocturnal foil Goofy prankster night carves earth’s shapes into Shadowed heaps and fills our plates With wine glasses, her apron is Never peeled off and runs with the bug juice of a million porch lights, squeezed hearts, spit out seeds in Biodegradable coffins, starved pits, plastic dirt, Formaldehyde prayer Dusty tongued night yields a stick of charcoal And sketches the latest ridiculous fashions Frazzled hair tucked behind the ears, Evening wear of spread-eagle clouds, hearty bibs That wipe clean meal after meal, Long deciduous robes without hint of starch, Plaid stairs of mute moonlight statues and trellises one and The same, rosewhisper patterns of wind That hush the anxieties and fill in the cracks With the sleep crust of a million eyes pulling living flowers And doves from the tophat, drawing the diamond Stylus of fantastic night stereo, painting The blackness with forms loose, Supernovas no less, sleepy atomic metronomes, Tender moonlight wisps of collected scraps That dogs of day wouldn't touch Diamond stylus of fantastic night stereo

Dark crippled night draws the shades sealing long haze

Envelopes of rust and navy, feeds potted

Geraniums with postcard whispers of breeze bulk rate

Thirdclass it bounces around the world without

Direction read by a million snoopy clerks

Cautious night unsheathes the porcupine quills

Brushed by rushing trucks and arabesque shoplights it

Dips into the inky murk of a million

Lonelinesses, sighing lovesick sailor, wraps our\

Leftovers with nocturnal foil

Goofy prankster night carves earth shapes into

Shadowed heaps and fills our plates

With wine glasses, her apron is

Never peeled off and runs with the bug juice of a million

porch lights, squeezed hearts, spit out seeds in

Biodegradable coffins, starved pits, plastic dirt,

Formaldehyde prayer

Dusty tongued night yields a stick of charcoal

And sketches the latest ridiculous fashions

Frazzled hair tucked behind the ears,

Evening wear of spread-eagle clouds, hearty bibs

That wipe clean meal after meal,

Long deciduous robes without hint of starch,

Plaid stairs of mute moonlight statues and trellises one and

The same, rosewhisper patterns of wind

That hush the anxieties and fill in the cracks

With the sleep crust of a million eyes pulling living flowers

And doves from the tophat, drawing the diamond

Stylus of fantastic night stereo, painting

The blackness with forms loose,

Supernovas no less, sleepy atomic metronomes,

Tender moonlight wisps of collected scraps

That dogs of day wouldn't touch

 

1987

Lawrence, KS