Saturday, November 25, 2017

Excerpts::December '09 Moon Viewing Party I




Daikaku-ji
plumes of incense
from across the ocean

enough to warm an icy moon?


bandit




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the swoop of tires at 3 am
no different than another night
but the crumpled moon
in pools of wan light
busy with a swirling snow

motorists scraping windshields
true to their impulsiveness
hiding destination more or less
from high in the sky prying eyes
mounted every quarter-mile


try to imagine - just imagine!
an ultimate authority
`some secret command
relayed down a long dark hill
to hand you your futility ...
who's - watching - now?

is it in
the steady drip of melt-off
from your damaged eaves?
`or the blackness of worn asphalt
to find the fault, mete punishments
all that obsidian world can offer?

` not likely, I'll proffer, don't take it lightly

the ceaseless bleat of a car alarm
that nobody does turn off
that staccato 'whoop!', the police car's siren,
it's Detroit iron, but you slept right through,
motor racing, strobe lights tracing,
in full speed pursuit down REM avenue

or maybe
when the night's people
merge street to street to shadow,
`petulant menace in the carriage of their voices,
their dope, their lies, their guns,
their chips on their shoulders, their choices?

see me motionless
in the alleyway
`quiet, hooded smoke
from a roach thrown away
a little joke spoke'n'toke I dare say
names and authors scratched in soft brick

do they wonder then, am I
the final authority?
`a look over the shoulder,
fear on hold but colder,
defiantly reliant enough
to amble down the street


then I realize
no one's in charge here
`nobody is... it is what it is -
the snow turns back to rain,
cold light reflects off a dark road,
and that moon - well, its just gone


Basho's Bastard


















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busy with swirling snow
hiding their real destination
futility
that nobody wants to turn off
is it
not likely
seeing me
might they wonder
no one's in charge here?
and that moon - well, its just gone


slow-is-fast








one or two passages
from Henry Thoreau's journal
the most I've ever heard
how many winters passed
since I first viewed the moon?


bandit











5 comments:

bandit said...


thanks to
Tracy Davenport
for the Cypress Hill joints and the inspiration

bandit OE (original eastsiders - "we may bend, but you can't break us")




Stephen Gill said...

Let me send you plumes of end of autumn Daikakuji regards, dear Bandit

bandit said...

Ah ha!!! Tito!!!!

the spell is broken at last. I should expect the Jimson Weed or Swede to stroll in as if nothing ever happened - nothing happened?!

An undertaking, an emergence and convergence, out with the new/old and the same old stood down as we stand fast in this ... enchanted gloaming

and just like that - the clouds were lifted

liuyue said...

bello

Anonymous said...



What'd I tell ya? Moonshine!!