the fabulist saint of Cleveland



parts 1-3 from
d.a. levy “Cleveland: the Rectal Eye Visions”

1.WARMING UP THE BOX

delivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing
only the words DEATH CITY – I suppose there is present
in the city a speed carrying living cartoons toward death
& an anxiety that pushed one over the edge of the ocean
sooner than necessary – i have seen people falling, under
New Yorks strange wheels of time,
but there are worse places
there is AMERICA THE HOME OF THE VOID – 2500 miles of apathy &
lack of communication…cities like cleveland & it leaves
an uneasy feeling to think of justice
peace
& love and then find oneself
lost in a city of war monuments;
in the morning the sun rises in the east & the
trumpets blare as wheelbarrows of $ $ are rolled
down EUCLID AVE &
the children dressed in rags
bow down in reverence &
the children dressed in the bright-light of dreams
shout hossanas to the golden images
the sun rises in the east
RA is a rain of dry tears over the dust of allah
JAHVEH has tossed the karmic dice
JESUS & MILAREPA & BUDDHA playing cards in a
lost room on the SOLAR BARQUE
the rainbowed children are ONE BODY
in their church of open sky
hemmed with banks and dimestores
and the new image of god is hailed
OH – children of DEATH
SIEG HEIL SIEG HEIL
DER PFENIG UBER ALLES
the wind in the trees of the forest city.
the coins freshly minted in solemn temple
& the resurrection is eternal OH
god is gold & green like the leaves
in the trees & the silver stars twinkle
on the domes of 8AM time vaults

(i am looking for a comet on a shelf of quarters)

you infinitely portable god – a quiet god
heard deep inside the pocket – a soft mantra
of money that has taken over – the mass mind

(2)

YOU – lost in dreams of stallions &
television violence
YOU ARE DYING in yr suburban homes
YOU ARE DYING – the 11:20 NEWS is a lie
the 7:30 news is a lie
huntley & brinkley are lies
the weather report is a cartoon
YOU ARE THE LATE MOVIE

BLOOD GUTS DEATH MURDER LAW CRASH WAR
the angel of death is not news
you failed in yr toilet training you dreamers
without identities

YOU ARE NOT JEAN HARLOW
JAMES DEANS DEATH IS NOT YRS
GARY COOPERS COOL IS NOT YRS
LIZ TAYLORS DREAM TWOT IS NOT YRS
BRIGIT BARDOT IS NOT RIMBAUD

you are sitting there
sucking it up
the friday night horror movie is really
a HAPPENING in viet nam
the prisons of Spain are packed like a tin
of sardines
you are paying for them
you are paying for the death of others
you are paying
wth yr hemorrhoids
& wet dreams … shooting up with channel 3/5/8
& it is killing you faster than shooting
methedrine crystals on the beaches of lake erie
… in between the stench of fish – young
trains of skinnylegs are coupling – maggot infested
fish…soft breast…a rat carries a piece of puke
home … hand under skirt-thunderbird cockman
(& theyre blowing Lady Jane on the western front)…
driftwood – the lightening in the void … OM MANI PAD ME HUM …
broken glass … beer courage … fires & fires & shouts from
Sandusky to ERIE … this fast dry “rocks off” lay is not
TANTRA (FUCK is not the ultimate expression of
love)…the sunrises in the east & the weekends
are not washed away – no one wears a white shirt
if they understand the tragedy of LOCKWIERD *
smells like rotting abortions on bayonets
would you beleive it BULLETIN: the white
virgin is dead – electric chair on television…there’s a
lot of chicks balling with sand in the cracks of their
asses .. dry dock…i burn incense
we share pieces of light &
i remember the skeleton of a
ship half buried in the sand
& a photograph of a nude model 1920
carefully placed under an empty
gallo wine bottle

(3)

& Dr. Wagner “the dreams here are getting to be too much
HEADLINE: NIAGARA FALLS BEATNIK POETS TRY TO BRING
LOST LOVE TO HONEYMOONERS – POLICE ARE
ROUNDING THEM UP & X-RAYING THEM TO DEATH”

HEAD-LINE . . . . . . BOO

CULTURAL EVENTS : HEADLINE : — the ring of heavenly blue
Morning glorys circling the feet of ST. EMERIC
has been condemned by the popoff as a
communist plot to advertise L.S.D. & degrade
the church – the popoff wore a lace peek-a-boo
nighty an american flag & sed Bless everyone
Xcept the Peace Creeps & P.S, George Lincoln
Ratwell is a reincarnation of Saint Paul & he
is not excommunicated from the church…

my second abortion this week – i sed was like eating
a bottle of ground glass – the shadows under this jung
chicks eyes…in the Suburbs BATMAN & FLASH
GORDON & L.B.J. SUPERHEROS – the superheros
taperecordings of BLACK BARTLETS FAMOUS QUOTATIONS
FOR EVERY OCCASSION * “what are you asking
me a chicken shit question like that for” the president
still puzzled over the pyramid on his dollar bills –

ACTION LIE – does NASSER really own 1/3 of America
reply – a lot of ARAB BEATNIK PEACE FREAKS ARE TRYING
TO SUBVERT THE AMERICAN PUBLIC WITH MARIJUANAKILLERDRUGS
& love – the group is small but DANGEROUS – NARCOTICS
& commy propaganda –

behind the scenes & under the desk with a mona lisa
smile

HEADLINE: SEX AS A MEANS OF EXPRESSION!! oh god,
what are these people trying to say ?

YOU ARE WATCHING TELEVISION
& DYING
YOUR CHILDREN ARE BEING FUCKED
in the mouth with the poisons you feed them
in the ear with the tripe you tell them
in the mind with unusuable knowledge & lies
in the spirit with illusions
in the ass by the neighborhood 14 yr old queer who
learned to love with his mouth before he
could get an erection…
in dreams with compromise * yr daughters
hymen is a myth to the high school dyke
on the tennis court – Mayor
Locher is a whore…the police dept is a dream
house – the syphilis of ignorance & the brutality are heredit
ary
you are fucking your sons and daughters with apathy
& lack of vision

HEADLINE: I AM NOT TRYING TO SCREW YOU
I AM TRYING TO COMMUNICATE
(this will be taken out of context) or as the
latest 18 yr old abortion on the scene sucking up
beers faster than Zorro could circumcise a bad ass
or whip a masochist in a gay bar CRACK –
she sed it wasnt the “dusting & cleaning; it was the
furniture polish they used that brought her down
& WHAT THEY FORGOT TO TELL HER CUNT
was another hour & then under the table & then
HANNA PAVILION & then she sed “it was when i
was 16 & dreams – mist-electric love for a fatherless
fathers eye – no one swemed to understand – i didnt
want an icebox in my bedroom – i wanted Someone to
Say HEY YOU

oh you know they have a T.V. here too ?

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