Tape Noon

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

Tape Noon seems it may well have been the follow up to The New Creatures as Jim had gathered a group of poems from various sources into one notebook which he labelled Tape Noon!
Why? Noboby knows sadly!
We know he was planning a poetry album and it's likely after Simon & Schuster did a good job with Lords & New Creatures that he planned a follow up. Would this have been such a volume?

YOU MUST CONFRONT

you must confront
your life
which is sneaking up
on you
like a rapt coiled
serpent

snail­slime

you must confront
the inevitable
eventually
Bloody Bones has got you!



ELECTRIC STORM

electric storm
from the front
barometer at zero
forest
blue­eyed dog
strangled by snow
Night storm
flight­drive thru deserts
neon capitals, Wilderness
echoed & silenced
by angels

Angel Flight
to tobacco farm
the roadhouse
tomorrow

get ready for the Night
the rumors on waking
a gradual feeling of
learning & remembering

imagine a heaven in the
night­time
would one member be missing?


LEAVE THE INFORMED SENSE

Leave the informed sense
in our wake
you be Christ
on this package tour
­­ Money beats soul ­­<br>
Last words, last words
out

[ensenada]

I love jim's poetry, the way he sort of focuses on wilderness, serpents and a serial sort of existence. i particularly like the top one, cool.
interesting to know that this was a possible continuation from lords.
so where did jim get most of his poetry influences from? i dont mean other poets i mean his surroundings. i think it was probably mostly from his youth, life experience, the desert, the wilderness and his own inner seriality.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

MONEY...

Money, the beauty of

(currency
pale green
greesy
ornate
soft
furrowed
texture)

Skin or leather



HOPE IS JUST...

hope is just a word
when you think in
Table Cloths
Laughter will not end
her funny feeling
or assuage our
strange desire
Children will be born

Rather topical one that dontcha think?

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

WELCOME TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT

Welcome to the American Night
where dogs bite
to find the voice
the face the fate the fame
to be tamed
by The Night
in a quiet soft luxuriant
car
Hitchhikers line the Great Highway

DANCING & THRASHING

Dancing & thrashing
the reptile summer
They'll be here long
before we're gone
Sunning themselves
on the marble porch
Raging w/in against
the slow heat
Of an invaded Town

The Kingdom is ours

[mywildlove4371]

the one I liked a lot from tape Noon

The Desert

-roseate metallic blue
and insect green

blank mirrors &
pools of silver

A universe in one body

Bibulous compound of
much & mulch milk

Tene borous connections
in forest & farm

All- swarming dish like elegance

say no more -that sure was a mouthful
-you said it

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

We must tie all these
desperate impressions together

Enter the slip
of the warm womb tide

Wet labyrinth kiss

digging the wells
& riding the lies

all holes & poles

Walk down a street
A drive to the beach
Drowning man’s flash
A town in siege


Cock-pit
I am real
Take a snapshot of me
He is real, shot
Reality is what has been
concealed from us
for so long
birth sex death
we’re alive when we laugh
when we can feel the
rush & spurt of blood
blood is real in its redness
the rainbow is real in
absence of blood


Sudden attack
Stabbed & hacked but no
pain no death

Zone of silence
Sudden powered
mute strangeness
& awareness
most awkward to the mind
alive w/love & laughter
& memory sweet of kinder
times
when we spoke & words
had soft form by
a fire

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

The form is an angel of soul
from horse to man to boy
& back again

Music sex & idea are the
currents of connection

friendship transition

conductor of soul from the
fat brain of stealth
to sunset

Work out

Welcome to the night
Welcome to the deep good
dark American Night

a man gets time to die
his amber waste

sloven footsteps of swine

in the camps, w/dark black
lumber
crooked stars have destiny’s
number

Lord help us

This is my forest
a sea of wires.
This gaggle of vision
is my flame.
These trees are men,
the engineers.
And a tribe of farmers
on their Sunday off.

Gods-the directors.
Cameras, greek
Centaurs on the boom,
sliding w/silent
Mobile grace

Toward me-
a leaping clown
In the great sun’s eye.

Grand danger there
in curved thigh.
The avenging finger-
lord.


Translations of the divine
in all languages. The Blues,
The records get you high,
in armies / on swift channels.
The new dreamer will sing
to the mind w/thoughts
unclutched by speech.
Pirate mind stations. Las Vegas T.V.
Midnite showings.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

Mystery of the dream
a woman or girl is trying
to appear

The Killer-Mexican, naked
except for shoes.

People, a family not connected
move at hypnotic cross lines
out of still frame

2 men, detectives, following
searching, sifting thru
back & side lit rooms, holding
muted counsel. Hats, suits.
Brothers