It killed part of the future___for Phil..12/3/23

In too deep. Behind enemy lines.

We fought so hard for the world’s rebirth of spirit

It’s rebirth of innocence 

& Beauty 

& Love 

We fought so hard for it

It killed part of the future

Hear the drum___

(12/2/23 after the funeral)

HEAR THE DRUM  of the Playful Bard

HEAR THE DRUM OF THE eternal Shard

HEAR the gospel of inky fingered void blanket on a collision course w all dream

If we don’t love & LIVE

NO REGRETS      NO PRETENSE 

MASKS must be broken 

As the weapon of self destruction

& the pure science of our true selves be known

Cease lending idle mind galaxies            ON PETTY

STARLESS WONDERS

Cease lending idle imaginations 

To the BLACK MIRROR filled with the laughter of the dead 

Eating creativity 

& SPIRIT

& ERASING WHOLE LIVES  w the eraser of despair

& FORLORN

When BEAUTY is the only comfort 

How cd we live in such a world

As this

A BELL RINGS & the Playful Bard 

Vanishes w another figure 

In to the distance

Drum in hand

MAD GLEAMING EYES OF CREATION 

HEAR THE DRUM       simple.

HEAR HIS DRUM

HEAR his wrestling the thick protoplasmic mucous of Nirvana for his world

The Playful Bard

Spreading rhythmic inventions 

Across multiple multiverses

HEAR THE LINGERING FINGERNAIL 

SCRATCHING GOD’S NOSE WHILE HE RESTS

HEAR THE EVER LASTING & RUSTED LIVING LIGHT

SHADOW OF TRUTH & HOPE

yet be warned if you file in 

Procession 

A pilgrimage we may find

IN THE IMMEASURABLE PLAYGROUND OF WORDS

Quite the pilgrimage

See. The golden, pissed on

Typewriter in the corner

RU MI AMUSINGLY THOUGHT WAS A SIMPSONS CHESS SET

Vibrating the color of Philthy

oh DEATH who have singed/melted/fused

we two together by your

invisible life extracting 

bound hand

I SEE YOU,     THERE; 

making the rounds

aided by the embalmers 

cold hands & blue sleeves

I SEE YOUR PATH 

I SEE YOUR WEAKNESS

& IMPERMANENCE

oh limiting concept of DEATH

YOU HIT LIKE MY SISTER

IS THAT ALL YOU GOT

i laugh,      I can hear PHILTHY

PHIL THE PHILOSOPHER 

belly laughing 

all the way to the next door

oh DEATH        you didn’t even knock us down;   & my friend who you “ took”    ALLOWED YOUR PUNK ASS TO 

COME

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the inescapable  inertia of all this  here where i sit  

traveling the astral interstates

Highways & back roads

Looking for you 

I have a message from MERCURY 

He says you can have a pair of his winged sandals

HERE

mute twizted & MAD GLEAMING EYES

he took them 

Smiled

& PUSHED/FORCED ME 

BACK IN TO MY BODY

#5

I keep hearing Jim Morrison

chanting the spoken intro 

To The Soft Parade

yeah, it’s definitely chanting 

over & over 

just the intro

WHEN I WAS BACK IN SEMINARY SCHOOL 

THERE WAS PUT FORTH THE PROPOSITION

THAT YOU CAN PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER

THAT YOU CAN PETITION THE LORD W PRAYER

That you can petition the Lord w prayer

YOU CAN NOT PETITION THE 

LORD WITH PRAYER

my ass asleep in oak armed writing chair 

Feet planted like landing on foreign soil w a weapon 

Or no passport

867-5309 on the radio

Reminding me that a rude ass cop that was a douchenozzle while you were lying there

Possibly already gone

& Medics working for a response

FULL ADRENAL HOPE OF

EMTS TO SAVE YOUR LIFE

& I almost cry again

& then remember WE ARE WARRIORS

Portrait of Scott County Beat Poet and Artist, Merritt Waldon

by Ryan Heacock