To the Bank

Take it to the
Drum back
Take it to the blink
Drum it to the take
Back
White lights
Go black
Take it to the think
Tank
Rolls across the desert
Sky
Anubis
And a Horus Eye

So only now you question why?

Take it to the home
Land
An answer
Banned
A shunning stand
Lemonade shams
Glittering
Guzzling
Fams

Drum it to the wild
Roots
Dig deep
Gone white
Downward creep

Break it to the news
Man
Pale doughy buzzard fan
Gone white
Outward seeps

There are only
Human beings

There are only
Human hands

There are no
Homelands

Just space
And bodies
Crucified eternally
Bright heat brilliant
Godlike, resonant beings

I want you to know who I am

Busy busy busy little
Bees
Spelling
Glamours
Casting
Sells

Take it to the bank, man
Because I know you’ve got it down
I know you’ve got a plan
Man
That’s swell

One two three
Fists
Bang, pound upon the glass
The mirror
The rage
The steerer

When does this bus get to
Albany?
I’ve got a date with
a drummer
man

Then westward Ho
Dakotaward
Because you know
Western, western, western
In the west you never
Know

Take it to the situation
The situation in hand
The man overhead, all steal
Steel
Steal
Beams, gussets, functions
Torque

Take it to the
Bank
Down by the riverbed
And make love instead
Please, please, please
Make love instead

Take it to the stream
The dream
The white light burnished
Cream
Hey there
Meditate
Hey now
Escape

Please please plase
It can’t wait
Won’t wait
Can’t wait
Don’t wait
Requires nowness
Perfect hereity
Hereity
Hereity

Clarity

Nowness

White lights
Overhead
And instead
The dove
The bed
Canadians
Americans
Rhythms
Forced
Pushed
Shed

Take it to the governance
Where the brilliance
is all instead
optioned
carted home
and bled
carte blanche
carte rouge
carte blanche
carte red

till the whiteblack
blackwhite Byzantium
ravages the Lover’s Head

And you find your daughter
Dead

And your brother
Mad

Take it to the modern
Take it to the soul
Take it till it blows blows blows
Whitehot blackwhite, murder mystery
Wednesday Night Fights
Gleefully battle Tuesday
And lose it all
To Friday’s gall

Me
I close my eyes
See the knowing lights
You can’t, can you?
You can’t?
Hell!

“We’ll get there later tonight.”

You can take it to the bank

Man
That’s swell

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