Your Poet-Sage for the Week:

Capt. Beefheart Poet-Sage for the Ages:


Making Love To A Vampire With A Monkey On My Knee

Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
The pond shined dry like a ladies compact
Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts
Squirting yellow pollen...cocks...
Ferns ran like cool spades.. fossils. ..away from rocks
Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing
Gnats fucked my ears 'n nostrils
Hit my brain like hones 'n numbed t' nothing
Wings stuck on liquid bones
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee

The moon poured hollow down my milky leg
Splashed still ‘n moved
The wind peed down the willows 'n pricked the needle vine
The monkey moved a fur shadow... its soot tail curled in twos
Its lips smiled needles.. its eyes rolled loose
Her throat broke open... glistened in the dew
Red berries dangled like a dream of rubies too S
not muscles ran down her ivory chin 'n tooth within
A locket... a pin held fast to then, my love, my pocket deep within

'N senses dangled the chain that clasped me to her then
The messenger spoke the wind that blows between our time
I sensed you then 'n whispers spin 'n flow in silver dust
Around the pointed pin
Sent to nothing God, please fuck my mind for good
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee

Oh fuck that thing.. .
fuck that poem...
yes crawl out with maggots
White cloth bones pile up light thrown blades
Rags ‘n skull..
scoops soil cracks.. .
drain screams.. please
Take my hand 'n join me...
too soon its clutches gleams
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee

Death be damned... life

(its a sweet little ditty, dont you think? I heard it on the way to Mass Sunday)

I remain, a fan of all Art:

JQP