He wanted you to switch off your brain
Shun analysis
And lean into the paint
Leave aside conscious thought
And all the things you aint

Step inside
Past
Layers
And
Layers
Feel the work
For he is not saying
Give yourself over briefly
For you will not be staying

On wall sized panels
Dark enough
For all to handle
You will know
The soft limits of language
As you stride
Into the grand ditch
And stand there alone

They ask
How far back should we stand?
As from left to right they scan
We are almost out the room
It's getting out of hand

He frowns
As his head it itches
******* all these
Sons of *******


"Oh! All the way back
About eighteen inches.".

For them not taken sudden
By malfunction
Or malice
There seems to be
Some sort of acceptance
For most
Upon the approaches
As the world
Narrows down
From
What we call solid
To that we don't know
To nothing
Or back to
Some host.

A strange pattern for
writing has come
to me lately.
The skeletons of
poems form when I
lie down for a nap.
Sleep always calls,
and bones want to
dance and grow skin.
Lilacs bloom, and I feel
the inner thigh of
eternity, soft and wet.

I can't get any rest.
I have to jot down the
notes or they turn
to ashes and blow away,
or, they are buried deep in
mud and slumber,
impossible to dig up.

I sleep with a notebook and
pen, as I drift off,
I whisper to the tortured
bones,
don't cry and try not to worry.
I'll bring you to life.

Like Norm said
Through the voice of Billy Bob
It's fun to be a lone wolf
Except at wolf picnics
When you have no one
To enter the wolf wheelbarrow race with.

The Pythons
Refused to mock Jesus
His words
Inescapably decent
And true
Just the malaise
That followed with him
It'd happened before
Made anew

All the pro
And the anti

Every sycophant
And cynic
Accrued
Before the lacking
Made it all cliche
Before the naysayers
Shouted abuse

The golde rule
Of love over hate
Should surely have never been up for debate
Poorly copied by charlatans
As ****** berate
Just like they did to Elvis
After 68.

The best material
For the job
Sometimes
You have to rob
Off of
Others
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