Four Poems from ANathema Blues drafts 4FOUR and 5FIVE

GREEN GRIEF (anathema blues draft four)

StaY longer stranger she never spoke

He was sewed shut with sloss iron like a chunk of time and high on shards
---Locked inside the outside of the oak dooR

never saw the money,--Over Yonder ouT in tha Street
hallucinating the heartbeat of mountains ---

shame is mY religion---I shall not be moved

witchblade knife and I round the corner

skip it across green moonlight.
I never lost one minute

Empathy

I like chicken language. Slanted sharp Farm tools---Smell of Autumn Hay

The sudden clearing when you reach the river

Train roar on the trestle over the Coosa
River suffering  ecstatic confusion of a 100 year flood

your eyes already sleeping in the valley,
and the dark haired woman with a nervous cough---
and I'm from the south,
sing the darkest doodle

woodpecker pecks till he gets his fill,---LOUD AS FUCK

I go and sing a new song for each room. EverY room has a lonely Elvis ghost crooning Moody Blue

I Learn from Mr. Presley to go and to sing to all them ghosts I do not know:  

 Dog daYs (anathema blues draft four)

Drove my black truck down to tha Coosa river when tha engine went broke—I thought I was in a coffin—I Set tha motherfuck on fiRe--

Birds of my secret childhood thought the sun was going up---

In the next chapter trouble went down.  Tha road went wrong like a three legged dog with rabies----

Dry bones under a pardon’s scalding violin...you own the inside of death---

Dark water under dark water where the light breathes brightly dark you move those mountains while I rambled river songs ---

I kill tha motherfucking moon and don't you forget that!? I learned this on the playground---I learned it from a blue sapphire preacher who got killed crossing the afternoon street.---I learned it whiskey eyed red in shame---

We will kill the old red rooster---Sister, every GodDamN dog sure must have his day  ---

DOG daYs (anathema blues draft five)

Drove my black Ford down to tha Coosa river when tha engine went broke—I thought I was in a coffin---

—I Set tha motherfuck on fiRe--

Sparrows of my secret childhood thought the sun was going up---warble whacking in tha outta pLacE MagnoLia trees---

In the next chapter of the weekly television series trouble sure went down. 

Tha road went wrong like a three legged dog with rabies----

Dry bones under a pardon’s scalding violin...you own the inside of death---

Dark water under dark water breaching dark murk water where  light breathes fierce lightning brightly till gaping dark roots deeply sinister.

You move those mountains while I rambled river songs ---HARK AXE HAPPENSTANCE

I kill tha motherfucking moon and don't you forget that!? I learned this on the playground---I learned it from a blue sapphire preacher who got killed crossing the afternoon street.---I learned it whiskey eyed red in shame---

We will kill the old red rooster---Sister, every GodDamN dog sure must have his day  ---

Blackout mirror skY ---reflections plum red fires--------------------