Neuroboros: the Common Book of Hourglasses

(Okay, fine --- so it's not about me) being born in the year of the monkey. Nor while being tethered to this grinder, I'm not singing his tune, just rappin' out my own rhythm. Don't think you or the grinder wants you to hear it, though---I'm just not very good at standing arms akimbo, with a cup, you know---and pretty soon I won't be able to keep my trap shut; that is, I am merely on loan to this righteous tyrant (though he doesn't realize this! I say to him: "Do I gotta draw you a picture?" He says: "Get out there and cadge like I told ya..." I break away up to the mountains to think about that..)I can see all those sheep from up there and well, you know...I do alright...and then Pan peeks over my shoulder and says, "Patience my apprehensive friend, just watch the moon...I wanna show you somethin'..."
so... where was I? I love the dark, the moon, the more distant stars--- not our own (I turn beet red from embarrassment and UVs).
But if you have to call me a man, call me Red White and Blue Yellow Man
Kindness gives me pause; violence gives me cause for a greater rhythm in my feet. And it was a frightful cloudy confluence of events that caused Pandora to conceive of that Jar, a whirling cave that loosed the fear and ecstasy all at once...that loosed the bi-cameral bondage: the water's bloodletting and the vinegar swine!
Oh dear---where did I put that Book of Hourglasses?...
(a selection from the work...)
TAO DUH SOD (THE LOW DOW'N)
the highest good
brings you down like vodka
to the lowest denominator
sitting in your own excrement
big coil on campus
stooped without a key
fedback ladled theory
you can break-step dry bones
swing on bridge of portal access
usury---our dots to connect
the ten thousandths of a thing
pre-eminent domains
dwell in the thick of it
like grubs go around
impound like influenza
the earth overturned
thinly sliced to resell dear
to draw fracture on the ground
infinite plane of icons
made from scratch
the surface of the truth
fire functioning upon
great village---the burn
feigns serene through
begotten loop holes
of primordial der-der
reaching digeradoo-point
tower of ruined mouths
slagged of faith
archetypally cupped, veiled
naves of intermediating
lips religiously pursed
to frustrate return
to forest for Enkido's tree
III
THE TAO JONES (Choke Sucking that Kielbasa of Mata Grosso!)
We were tying that double knot
of grass, pulse of the way
with Reynold's digits thrumming
for crack o' dawn's sake, deeper
deeper up the basin, missing
tribal link of ignoble sausage
the interminable piss we are
taking river delta for granted
with hiked-up slip
into something more profitable
than auto-erotic star divining
hype compounded ad fibonacci
distinct quantum state
of the heebeejeebee's
promising suck of cosmetic kisses
atums w'ankhing carbon 'naah-naah' tubes
dressing up to go down
denying magna carpal English
channel tunnel syndrome
big boombox raving angst
roms of meiotic massage
'manifest' fractal chuckle
over global neighbor's hedge
of good ol' boys' twinkling
shiny new potlached trail of mob
jammed justice orbs of home and flame
the almighty griller flipping the bird
to the bees tail-wag dancing
the countless names
of plastic dingbats and drawled
newly modeled gag world order
osmotic dradle golem
riddled brain turned inside out
sphincter to uncertain output
big toe ready to transmit
the suffering universal truth
we are stuck on ourselves
Mesmers and Himmlers suckling
magnetic bottles of panegyric
caressed and glowing grudge
convecting worm of pandorina's eye
articulating loop and betti
numbered apse to moor the meek
peptide tug in stomata's bay
wet, driven by sun
to call down moon to dance
pour milk into self, into jar
into sea, via Buenaventura
sanctify astral hopscotch
play fascia croquet
volley isthmus and straight
mobius marriage of frontiers
saved by the bells of Arco Santi
consummate oath of 'new age' cups
respirate chthonic use
parenthetical slate wiped
clean of numinous pantheon
hoops base to and consumed
circumscisal grip of blood money
doners banking on the heavens
counting on the mother meristem
syringe of epic proportion
to relinquish sow of violence
unwieldy chakra wobling down
hoola halo to earth
axiom of reducibility
ulterior lines of fidelity
wrung from rosaries
grunting garottes of gestalt
subduing pipe dreams
tormented by the hum
unbecoming of great men shouting
every tangent is a bulge
every niche a dimple
on the Venus of Willendorf
and there are naves in our fruit
collapsing like the first word
having the last say
Aw, hell... I can't find it now. I'm gonna go check the mail. Can you find the hourglass in the tree?
...Okay, no mail,
Argh! It was here a minute ago.(....?)
No. it's an hourglass---and it's a tree.
Hang on.It's gotta be here somewhere.
No, honest! I passed it on the way here.
Ah, er, okay. It was right here---what'd you do with it?
...and it's the suck of the big banana
So, any way...yeah, I guess that makes me an artistslashpoet---just the same I prefer to say today that that was just a parody of me---for the colloquial and sincere me you'll have to go to the blogs and groups.