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Six
Studies of Beefheart
skin and bones
...leaves an impression
dactyloscopical
maybe two or more
in
the corner
on the torso
wrinkled black and white...
amazon yellow
proboscis-like
floating
spilling from its spinning spiny cup-stain head...
more dead flies and newspaper
moulded
into time
passing...
a bag of skin and bones.
a genesis of sorts
hidden in the
excuse
of history
a wraith
red
now...
reading
into it
a memory of other days
like red meat
like knowing each fibre
runs back
to a singular origin
a genesis of sorts
until...
fingers skim into green beads
and the citrus sky...
falls...
onto cinnamon earth
a lover's clumsy touch
then light on green leaves
and petals' orange drops scattered
accidentally
bleeding... onto the ground
onto cinnamon earth
as far as the eye can see...
she
weeping now
her
flower eyes trailing random vines
of salt tears...
and all is forgiven.
dancers on the beach
green tom
seam crooked sam...
they danced in a frenzy
the cracked sand
flailing
lashing
around them...
but then
stock still in time
frozen...
perhaps only all the calm of an embrace
a moment stolen
a touch to her breast...
or
perhaps...
if only for a while...
your seed bruised stem
eyes
saw nothing of either...
anyway.
of her sex
whoring herself
to any of her many
faceless
moustachioed philanderers
she bends
she twists
this
way and that
ever-eager to please
with access to the red felt
roped off area
of
her sex
ever the tease
if only
if only
to
keep the wolf
from the door
come what may...
a hard hand and told tears streaming
cold tears she cries
alone
when her day is done
the sun just rising
casting
morning-after shadows
over
the scattered tinfoil hummingbird bones
the remnants
of her waning dignity...
(a single pathetic daffodil
a
consolation of sorts.)
logos spermatikos
in a spoken word in double nature
in leading leaden souls downward
fluid
with the smell of burnt powder
all-pervading...
all monstrum hermaphroditus
trapped
in the blowing wind
its blood stains
left around the sun
around around around...
not doubly
but triply unlimited
penetrating...
base
transformed
opposites united
its wholeness absolute
in a new-found self.
© John Mingay 2011
references
skin and bones
untitled,
1967 (painting)
odd jobs, 1969? (poem)
a genesis of sorts
ghost red
wire, 1967 (painting)
hollow smoke, 1969? (poem)
onto cinnamon earth
when she
dropped the flower, 1969 (painting)
sun dawn dance, 1970 (poem)
dancers on the beach
green tom,
1976 (painting)
seam crooked sam, 1983? (poem)
of her sex
untitled,
1976 (painting)
the beep seal, 1984? (poem)
logos spermatikos
tinkling like
mercury in the wind, 1987 (painting)
three months in the mirror, 1987 (poem)
all the above referenced paintings and poems by Don Van Vliet
can be found at www.beefheart.com
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