cut up

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The Evening Star Cut Up

– brianprince

In timely sleep
let thou fair-hair’d
anga lake speak silence.

Now, whilst the sun rests
and wash the dusk
with thy bright torch
of dost thou withdrawal;

Put on, and smile,
and then the lion glares,
smiles on our loves, and
the fleeces of our blue
curtains of the sky

THY SACRED DEW:
protect every flower as
west winds sleep on gel
of the evening,
with thy glimmering eyes,
on the mountains,
light silver.

Soon, full soon love,
thy radiant crown
in the wolf rages wide
upon our evening bed!

Through the dun forest,
while thou drawest the
flocks are cover’d with
the scatter,

thy silver dew.

Hemmed with thine influence —
shuts
its
sweet
eyes.

experiment executed

– brianprince

The day-to-day whether
it’s face-to-face or
to-phone as sitting
in a café, a fireplace
flickers

The rain outside whsys’
stem i find myself listen
ing to my pen jotting down
the presence of flesh is
evident

Yet, it’s only sound that
matters/subjections/directions/
rejections/opinions of the
people surintegrated critical
analysis

Of Brion Gysin and the Cut Up.
His tructure that tells the
story of not one, but of a culture,
thus, pages of words, developing a
dialog

With them sitting aroun this
is not the definition of a Cut
Up, but certainly seem digesting
photographic memories and
everything

Seemeds of the Cut Up, depicting
the rawness of the age we
live in, Picture this Waking
to four or five conversations
simultantechnique

Of cutting multiple texts and
rearranging them in baspers sweet
nothings to the six-foot windows.
Theothly as the hazelnut latte made
it’s way

Through myowever, it is where
I am now reading many books,
many random happenings/emotions
feelings/objections’d this little table
minutes

Later i’ve realized my mind
was rounding me. Sporadic input
aligned on the page in o’familiar,
so comfortable, i could just
fall asleep

Creating a new story. i called
it Panera Café 2008eously creating
chatter, each speaking to each
other ins to be a fine
qualification

For nomination for the evolution
008 it was 1959 when Brion
Gysin discovered the — k into
one space — the Cut Up
don’t blink

magic

– brianprince

bali hai
mythology
contact
high blades
of grass
hanalei
wave to
passers-by
in the blue
highway
conjested
traffic clouds
slap
loud high
fives
washing rain
asphault tar
smell the
feelings bring
you sideways
as a bottle of
ben harper
jack johnson
and citizen
cope screaming
through the airwaves
strings plunck
thump hollow
koa wood
tamberine
percussion
reverb should have
roped nature echoed
sung sang
the rhythm
of hawai’i
no t.v.
canoe steam
more raining
the magic of
mystery.