THOSE POEMS PERFORMED BY THE SOLUBLE FISH
Who chooses what? Do we fold up our life and put it in our pocket, and walk away? Only later, after being made to empty our pockets, on demand, you find what you thought you had, is not there!
(Performance Poem) Inside departments In smaller compartments Without expectations Limited imaginations Ain’t it all a joke Ain’t it all a joke
But if the wind blows.... Our wind, the wind of our making The wind of all winds That will crack our teeth, and still our tongue, and eat our breath.
Britannica Britannica Hungry as the ocean Sucking souls beneath her crest Sexy salty sailors Surfing on her rising breasts Sinking deep into her waters Thinking they are blessed
An alchemist’s air is needed to fly. He sucks the ether reading the temperature of his soul. His brain is like a raw swollen sun in his heightened romance of being.
Beat beat The iron hearts jangle in sync to the sound of money Voices fall from slashed flesh into beer glasses like slops You’re bluish eye cuts me down You’re stabbing words remain
(performance poem) Give me some kind of space let me breathe Odd numbers count too as well you know Give me some kind of space where the sky belongs to me
(Performance Poem) The dance The dance into new space Foot prints on virgin sands Wind blown minds Shipping out Yeah I’m shipping out
Weird on riddles – lured by life’s mystique Dead ideals from alpha to omega A pile of dust is offered In place of the promised form
I surface from the underground periscopes high I to eye the hue and cry entering the envelope astounded by the surround back on the merry-go-round running away – running away
I sit in the shadows my distance to find gazing into that black mirror of mind you walk into my landscape still time tangles up taut -- yesterday, today with tomorrow
O telescope me I will not be kept within the dimensions of mere mathematics I've got Chinese thinking I've got a puzzled mind I have sneaky suspicions I have doubt all the time
Crazy clocks tick time at the root between the ticks and tocks In this new moment gods are smashed by speed beyond wings
When I'm in my element I conjure up an elephant But of course it's just a symbol for a problem in my life
The Ship Of Fools The roaring people call us the ship of fools They who chain themselves to what they think secure They who are always just about to...
Running Away From The Circus Bars full of beasts and birds Sitting in the limbo of their minds Submerged in a bath of boredom Their perfume of burnt...
Who's Driving The Bus? what comes first, fear or stupidity? life is stranger than we can think and you don't have to sleep to have nightmares all...
Control This time stands by itself A murky Babylon A well of shadows Filled to blackness Where darkness calls to darkness Tangled dark Eyes left!...
JOKING JESUS The alternative of alternatives An exotic banquet of options on offer I take an aperition holiday Thumpingly absurd Go wild in the...