Thread: Homage to a Starscrewer (Some Language)

"Words don't have brands on them
the way that cattle do"
- W.B.

I

My words, New York great worms,
RIP, I imagine, beneath the stumps
of Troy, heralding the Sphinx at
the final ampitheater to laugh

Arctic snow
Penguins Boom
come forgetting their burning
sword bombs

Happily, flail and zig, the Buddha Christ
strikes the bomb bloom blown,
penguins bomb the heavens,
Eskimos consent a child to
green dynamite shelter

-I do love you-

Unthinkable deaths in
Magnolia gardens
St. Verlaine well acquainted
with the jawbone axe,
catapults physical anxiety in
an old forgetting of the
bear baboon

II

Ye electric-chair heart-attack BING
Barracuda BOOM drying like Boris
all-smart about Herspearen hair,
walking,

Science plucked from shopping bags
unperturbed Vinci tomahawk wreaths
on the man dying, spread like senators
across the swamps distributing Conchise
flintlocks to scores of empires,
fierce with dread and say their appeals
in long elements

Raising corpses with clarion air like
Bogart with Bowery pain

III

A man over Istanbul
like the ghost grey Goldilocks
in Bomb bound hyena finger state
spread thy humanity,

Spilled old age on electric bird-chairs
I, jubilee deaf,
miss thy wanting scream,
a lyric in joy bombs,
here, they wish the other death
BOOM, Ubangi BOOM,
You Bomb, Y-Bomb,

Toy the moon-squid's blue
crude wax clogged the
glorious Death City, streaming
grapes into the gala galaxy,
witnessing stately deaths
of Pied Pipers

Dead clouds knowing Homer
and my word stars across nights
which waltz as God abandoned cruel
terrestrial corners

I, finger-in-mouth, hop
over the lily door

I, mythmouthed, send
barnacled salutation and
battle forth past unthinkable
deaths of the ocean's head
-Electrons Protons cheer
On Time knowing Homer-
-Electrons Protons away
Mozambique Youth-
Einstein long singing his songs,
mostly grace,

Lo the Bomb in the dark
pocket-boo, in the billion
gulf of things, above moral-
minded men barefooted meeting
death with bushy hair unkempt

Ladies sweep and kneel in
proud old age, kissing the prophecy
of a smile

Impish mock-nude death
beneath His Big Lies

IV

Flowers of the universe, wimpled
beneath boo mountain and
the billioned aching field,
tee-hee to see great worm
carcasses in blue planets

Death brought by bomb-pimps,
bound in car-crash lightning
future

Categorical deluges of Satyr Bomb,
hallooing the wimpled gold BOOM
of St. Belly Bomb

Budger of your fantastic
present kiss, cobra deaths, and
Sophia's peeling songs, non-existent
till I uncover my warty ears
And O final Sicily,
Eiffel shaped,
to watch
bomb-wrapped salutations,
sealed Angels bomb Midgardian
roses of bees, wailing winds over
Ye long burning dead

Love thee mischievous thunderbolt
In guttural German songs through
an opened door

Sadless death sweeps forth past
the baldy bean, a poet apocalypse,
Death-heads

Let me see you on the 3rd rail,
or the Ritz

I bomb temples of grace, of
the dolorous raised-boom Sicily,
Eiffel shaped zag

The stars if dry cheer do fall,
but blossom on universe tree plumes,
like earth's grumpy anthill of pain,
makes me need and love ancient times

GO BANG NUDE beneath this B.C.,
scores of roses all beautiful with
Mister Thunder,

O starkeyed subway,
the hotdog memory

V

The sad caterpillars doubt
all-smart about,
gathering songs and some salutations,
to flail through eternity against
that pregnant rat

Elkbombs define weather,
ethereal butterflies became
celestial ghouls skirting
above St.George's gulf
and the Sphinx's grand ruin
rubble waving anthill banners

Death's helmsmen entering the
grey ghost's joy of light,
sun and elements, dragon stars of
science

WOMB BOMBS spew birth like
wind gusts

Come smile exhausted and
kneel proud by sea songs
where long American earth
rainlight soaks Troy, heralding
Death's finger to blossom by the
Bronx poet and BOOM into
a man-eater like a wraith
being born

I know the hotdog Arcadian musk,
the silencer's wind


VI

Pink bombs, all lovely, manifold
a man in awe of thy hedge
drowning,
falling off the wing

Shopping bag corpses
unperturbed by Bombdeath

Turtles exploding over the Sudan
In bits and die by Karloff,
no-feeling deaths, standing
before great firefly worms
to see hearts beneath the
nibbled matted cancer mace

All man caterpillars doubt thy
BOOM in thy belly train beneath
the smiling eye

I am the American Belly Bomb
not letting the home team fall
or even clank and eat athletic
Death

I need not the jawbone
caterpillars

VII

Planetarium Death David,
Oppenheimer made God's
fantastic spitball

I want Zeusian pandemonium,
Hermes' death beneath the
burning mace of earth's
jubilee, the Gem of Rathbone

Hear the bumpy eternity of
your boom, your memory, on
the wheels of God's gum-machine
racing Brian along the 3rd rail
tube boom, cruel Heaven Death

You, to love love and hath waltzed
God abandoned the Neutrons

VIII

Gathering on the brink of St.George
BING
The tail of Hollywoodian sun aching
'cross fields of thunderless sky,
Gretel and God hand-in-hand
along the corner distributing
love to the spangled extravagance
of Youth in eternal navy night,
ushered in by . . .
O BANG BONG DYNAMITE BLUE
booming Yes' into the bird temples
of bear baboons where fox like senators
eat bad pork while
some man makes BOOM BOOM

-I felt them there-

Unable to scream a lyric of
birth-death, the child in Hosanna
Incalescent fumble hat of horrible
ethereal gold meets the laughing
uniformed commissary firefly
behind Einstein, laying a gentle
on Death's seat

-Yes, you are the world-

I will see moon nations in the sun,
whipping time's banners like
King Knight Castle turrets
and ermine go roaming in Hell
for robed hotdogs signing
to the grandest army of
marble sealed Angels of
universal visting teams,
screaming while Luther steals
those Empire love Bombs
thee loves

IX

They're zagging Madonna,
zigging with the whore,
blowing ACME lollipops,
That awful agenda of carrion
havoc we two paeans imagine
gush over Homer in a sling,
smiling bright ashes,
plunged against the hallooing
sun

-I am all man-

Luther now stealing senator
moustaches to die by paradise,
that belly ass, the bumpy sing-songs

X

O bomb Karloff,
no-feeling deaths done freelance
no consent for child moons,
planet carcasses found by
grassy astrologers dabbling
with the past lyre of gentle songs,
especially Russian old age dangerous
joy of the plunk and pluck of jaguar's
flying prose

Half-smart about Death's extravagance,
I imagine Nature's violation of Michael,
the day witches fucked on broomsticks,
skirting cross the dying dusk

Really, really great poem. I need time to think it all over from everything that is going on in it. I don't know why this hasn't gotten so very little replies, this should be two pages at least of different replies. Well done, and I hope you write more!

I loved the bizarre, evocative imagery and juxtaposition of normally contradictory words and ideas. Much of the meaning is beyond me but I still thought it was deeply effective at an almost subconscious level. A monotonous bombardment of bleak and darkly beautiful visions. Brilliant and inspirational, thanks.

Thank you both for your comments. Language is the key to unlock internal meaning. Words are external and mean whatever. The message is like a photograph, it develops over time.

Hoot, I can see that you've put a lot of thought and effort into this one. I have to admit that I'm still waiting for that photograph to develop, so will give it more time and reads to sink in.