“Knots”

2008/07/28

we’ve been goin’ acapella for too long…
need a drum… a voo-doo for the streets…
a black panther evening… a che guevera morning…
a shotgun… a praire… a thick coyote moon…
a cactus… an orchid…

we’ve been goin’ acapella for too long
neath this city’s sterile roam…
gloomy roads… mimics cool… forgoten Gypsy fathers…

& the knots went tighter for you and me…
for liberty… for woolen asylums…

we’ve been goin’ acapella for too long
now even the crows can’t sing along…

now the spirit’s trapped at the breakin’ wall’s seams
where no cardboard prophets write…
where no one’s enjoyin’ the ride… the river is never wide…
the ocean is never there…

& the knots went tighter along the way
all trips got beauty beneath the radar
stare…

give me a rosebud… or horses… or give me mandalas…
parallel angels… works of god’s lonely beauty…
works of god’s lonely men…

a sordid corridor… a tango w/ death’s blistered eyeballs…
a six inch knife… a peel of your heart… a corkscrew finger…
futurist’s dreams… von Braun infernos…
all in this city… all in its magic…
this city must be a woman…
she’s oh so-so-sophisticated…
she’s oh so cruel
oh so distant
& lovely
& tired
& weak

Copyright © 2008 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.