beyond doubt

I acquired a wired piece of wood
the grandfather in the neighbourhood
told me that's why i could
release me and the family
away from this poor blood
would teach me gutter gathering gung ho
take me fairy tale above the below
don't matter if I'm black or I'm white
strum beyond the after thought of the night
the moon don't command me anymore
the cigarillos don't conduct the smoke
the floods didn't conduct me
New Orleans
on high over protection frequency
better than the soul less of new york
I drown in your Blondie
delved beyond the obvious
the second street of cause and caustic embrace
laced with silk i crave
you will never get away from the new Orleans grave
Me and Kathryn tripping on the Mississippi steamer
me with draws pulled tight
her with an after glow all through the night
we were winning, y'all may lose
yet we conducted ourselves with decor
the pistol barrel chested lawyer blow
his voice announcement did not phase
the two of us
for me and the K have done more than this
between us.
Call me a cheat?
you god damn shit
that's when she reproduced the pistol within
the abyss of my pocket
spun me around
that accuser fucker hit the ground
with a bullet in the chest
and she smiled at me
and we both
took a dive
into the Mississippi
and washed up on the shore bank
having taken the particular bank out
we will now run for our lives
no matter how many times we are cursed
and dispersed
little J will be educated
and our myth will shout!
it takes a real couple
to survive
beyond all
beyond width
beyond height
beyond doubt.

The confederates and the Union

I swore allegiance to Castro
stood in the book store window
or was I just a myth?
a labyrinth of conspiracies
F.B.I enhanced
brain collapsed on the limousine trunk
enhanced
by a black and white vision
a 1960's television that danced
his brain and cells interior
communist fell melt, felt inferior
the vision caught installed
I was that sniper
on the grassy knoll.
Exploded for all the globe to see
the dreams of a nation fell with me
how long before Obama's caught
amongst progressions after thought
on a street car named progression and desire
we write his name on the ambition pyre
sent up, in another Havana cigar
smoke billowing within an open top car
another scape goat victimised
for I got away within the politicised lies
myself and at least four other shooters
deleted from the encyclopedia
obsolete from history, actions mooted
I was, indeed one of the hobos under that bridge
I was one of those recruited and did what I did
again, one day, for the CIA?
Barrack may go in just the same way
progression democratically does not suit our way,
there is too much oil in the world today
a southern stronghold will always pay
we may not have won the civil way
but the Confederates will triumph
will always remain aloof
and yet our victory will stay anonymous
for the Union will never gain the truth.





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Balance on a tip toe

The seventies cry a thousands tears
black school upon Afros wired
I begged a chess piece
swim amongst live pried
You trod on a piano
ivory and ebony enhanced
danced and romanced
fancies in a bow tie lanced
The ballerina balanced on a tip toe
just so
Gypsies dance go go,you resent me
foresee, upon the tarot cards
the picture hard of a Greek chewing
Annunciation
the place being, upon my spasm
its not even a humanisn we
shelve to dissolve in a cup of water
on a mahogany of a an alter
to shelter under the breath of god
minted. scented. absconded,
the veins of my arms
perverts fears
the seventies cry
a thousand tears.

England
we have suffered enough
though we stood strong
through tears and chees
eack day grew long
England
we

Insanium

Audio for the following poem

Before me and after words

I intertwined a thread of theology
of obscure announcements and deliverance
of country lanes and banjo playing
religious gospel singing and sayings
in motel rooms with hand guns hidden
porno movies playing on forty cents television
reliving in a twentieth century apparition
ain't no god going to deliver or provide a decision.
Yet they came forth and took us unwelcome
my love and I without a warning
swarming like hornets,what was I supposed to do
I had to protect her, so pumped the bullet's out
and she died before me
I saw her face die expressionless. cold
hold
on to her hair and i pray
spattered in a vision of three dimensional vision
I entangle and say
not her
I regress and concur with your petty
cop cries
she dies in my arms
she dies in my arms
she dies
reload
below the chin
there aint a word
anymore like sin.

The opera of submarine fingers

An opera they cling to my fingers
and the underneath of my hand
holds like an octopus
babies stickies claws I hope progress
beyond me and remain fond
into knuckles we must recognise
sings in a note of a clasp
relapse
and draw on an ink spurted easel
black squid, insipid the denial
I crave to curtail
the mollusk clinging to an alien rock
asking who the father and mother was?
This Opera denies me a levity of the sky beyond
the rock pool
the stool of a mind I hated
felt degenerated beyond sea
weed me like a pond
respond i plead you
Please I beg you

with tears in my eyes
encapsulated like a mind submarine
the depth of dark is cold and true
it always lingers
like the original fingers

Entangled promiscuity

This entangled ingenuity that allows me to cry
my own poetic promiscuity
delving into an artistic archeology
like a leap of the ancient bull to glory.
Horns glaring towards my face
I dodged without disgrace or pause
flexed my muscles and perplexed
Minoan island civilisation
destroyed by a volcano
did you know
the tumble of the mind vexed
crashing ash like a cigarette of today
on lungs pounding during
sounding through a voice of modern
tumble
He drew a breath through a saxophone
ancient and relax
caustic lungs on fire just for today
drawing a breath from yesterday.
Eruption
consumption multiplied through assumptions
provided
divided and given notes
hope
on a ancient Greek island
made of sophistication and sand
beyond the tongue twisted lands
music of the muses
amuses even on a horizontal
me.
This entangled reason to be a matador
Jazz,
Fedora
a hat to wear on the shore of a beach i adore
we
two thousand years of consumption
mixed in a blender
of splendour or die
to reveal the promiscuity
of the entangled obscurity
that allows me to be confused
and cry.


http://mikejmartin.mypodcast.com/2010/06/entangled-311129.html