nauta nautae

in the beginning there was nothing going down

at all tell the truth now brother louie

you sold the furnishings effects fixtures

you sold the pews –what goes-

exactly how is it you lost the score -now

back at the slaughterhouse the pigs await you 

it’s another job not as lucrative you may say

but in spirit quite the same

and the stench in your hands

of course i also had a revelation but 

i wouldn't lust aplenty in its pursuit knowing 

beforehand it was just my imagination 

running away from me -i had to abandon 

any boffo dream or i would’ve lost myself along 

with those cretins chasing me and to whom i say 

boo bab boo bab boo bab baby it's alright ooh 

and it's okey  -trust me

you may yet spin towards the fuckin light

the orb winding nonstop blinds the seer

quazars blow his mind and the raving atom

with its charge concealed frightens the wits out

of his silly mind he can only conceive an universe malign apocalypse at hand he cries and busies on 

his private dream knowing not whence it come 

from -what recipe or spice it is all the same 

whatever his hot crave it's always lucifer

brother louie speaks in earnest all innocence 

up front but again bitterly gross with guilt 

any notion riddled with nonsense is welcomed

good and proper while his rudder’s fixed on babble

faith to guide the sinner to the promised land 

treading so as not to mortify the dead -death

precisely the final destination after our spell

every prophet's lie from immemorial days

(here's the end in song for you bro’ read with me

 ‘the killer awoke before dawn he put his boots on

 and he walked on down the hall…’ go on read) 

                                                                                               

sunny day on the bleachers at dodgers stadium...

sunny day on the bleachers at dodgers stadium

(no errors) and on the strip (no snafus)

come on let's merry go merry go poopoo
would you like an original song for a dime
get your original song here for a dime
is it over for me and is it over for you
is it your dog it looks more like you

mother don't worry about me
I'll get a job I'll go straight

only sometimes I have the pep 
and this thing called the mope 
that everybody's doing
(-you say i hate you
 and attacked me with a knife
 you must get well and be brave)

but I am

I went around the bend so fast

I'm moving so fast yeah going around
just like a circle

oh I twisted myself alright
I used to be shy mother
(-there's larry walking down the street
 he doesn't talk to anybody
 you're insane fischer)

I was crazy when I was young
and wrote The Rocket Rock
I would say I'm a normal everyday person
don't roll
I'm gonna tie my shoe
(-at last we have an idol
 who's gonna take us from the darkness
 and out of the fog in the depthness
 he is gonna take us into bruises
 cuts bandaids and baby iodine) 

and which way did my girl go 
no cops and robbers today no play
eightyfive times I walked that street
eightyfive times I liked that street
eightyfive times I looked at your feet
(-a dream girl is just what he'll get)

the leaves are fallin
if only I could see you again
I would start my life all over again 
are you rollin

-you rollin!!

Wild Man Fischer

Live Massachusettes College Of Arts, 1986_

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bang bang

star flash star shot

sightless bright

unfirmly lit bit of bang

novas

blowing holes black as night

unfathomable to prisoners of light

(we move as if eyeless with failing steps

  in wait of a command  we’re held in check)

and the fire he breaths burns with time

tiresome now in the crimson stream

of venom beliefs and blind alleys

ladden with forbidden fruit

(it's flesh in black purple and green

  with ashes and vermilion dreams)

so cornered now

and again as light years wind down

darkness darkness

on the windless ride to know

popeyed to the dumb shot

(

xx century genes

                   bereshit

let’s talk a bit about how we got here 
and how things got this way alright i could 
tell you off the grid but for now it suffices 
to say that some studious people are working

on the fudge to make sense anyways 
it was titled at the septuagint because 
it engages the origin of the world 
ourselves and apropos of the chosen 
people it finds us at the edge when teenage 
wasteland was more like an abyss between 
the orderly forces and heaven (easily 
reached with a rocket in my pocket sung

in low key while holding our breath) so darkness 
was dispersed by a mighty word blowing 
a mighty wind over the silly establishment 
whither the kennedy boys fuck marilyn

in tandem malcolm the man is murdered 
in church by his counsel queer poets declare 
the exact change in their pockets to show 
the power of words awesome in making 
the world virgin again with six tales of might

that tell earth has made good in the milky way...
is it soup yet asked one russian envoy 
as his boss banged his left shoe on the table 
and called for potatoes thus everyone 
could become an international henchman 
as genocide had become of age...turks 
did armenians british did tasmanians 
belgians did congolese and so forth 
climax was reached on the sixth day
the seventh was declared sacred to rest 
but no one paid no mind it's good said man