Canto Magdalene for Poem Film Furies

Junta Tyranny and 
Stasis 
Along with Exile 
Hegemony Despotic
And
Divinity 
Are playin' tarot cards in back of 
Low Keys Bar 

In come Ethics, Toil and
Pleasure and
Capitalism Smog with
Hypocrisy right behind 
Them 

The lights dim 
Metis Kali and Aphrodite 
Along with a scarred
Breasted 
Beauteous Eurydice and twin
Eyed Ariadne 
Are up at the
Bar 

Being served by 
Barkeep
Thaw 
Of the cascading blond dread 
Locks 
Cut off at the shoulders sleeveless 
Shirt 
Revealing those biceped 
Fading hammer 
Tattoos 

Above them suspended by a rope
In the ever-open gilded
Cage
Thought and Memory 
Odin's twinned ravens 
Call out quips and salty 
Observations 

Up on the karaoke stage 
Consisting of two 8 x 4 builders boards 
Perched on some black plastic purloined Wall Mart milk
Crates 
Is Lady Gaga rehearsing Mary Magdalene
"On your Marx" (Karl to his friends) is up on stage with her 
Relaying any wants she has to "Knows  all the Angles"
Engels (Fred to his friends) 
Who's adjusting the sound system and lights as 
Desired 

Ok says On your Marx stepping off the 
Stage 
Spots on Lady Gaga bare feet a swath of red 
Hair and a make-naked-look body stocking 
Outside the sun's recently set the river Styx surrounding trees 
Silhouettes a hint of east wind cold
The silvery full moon rising in the black branches 

Song: The Complaint of MagdElaine Mary 

Miles Davis as James Baldwin plays like the lament of the fall of the walls of 
Jericho 
Thin across the desert of time blowing so slowly but building building, I can't recognize 
The drummer her figure tall Tuareg woman cloth up to her eyes striking those stretched goat skins with ....
A sound heard  from her mother's mother's mother ....

Lady Gaga/Mary Magdalene upon tiptoe on the karaoke stage 
Her face streaked in gold makeup tears 
Her voice sounding out of pre-Islamic 
Rabat mountain chant eerily combined with 
Medieval Hildegard von Bingen 
Courtney Love as Aphrodite 
Cigarette between moist lips acoustically 
Fondling her bright red lead guitar 

Gaga's voice drifts out, it wreathes like kundalini 
Smoke betwixt the tarot player's shuffle 
Beautiful red lipped ebony skin Kali lifts her mescal 
The necklace of shrunken white skulls of past lovers quiver at her 
Perfect throat 

OH THE RED BLOOD OH THE RED BLOOD BE ON THE CAL-EN-
- DAR 
THE ONCE CLEAR SKY BLUE 
EYE       
PECKED OUT IN CROWS DARK 
MEASURE 

CAST OFF YOUR GOLD TRIMMED 
SANDALS
NOW DUST  TOED FEET TREAD UPON THE PIL-GRIMS 
PATH 

(OH DO WE OH DO WE) GO FORWARD OR STEP BACK IN 
TIME 
MEMORY/WILL    DO THEY REST UPON THE LIMINAL
BORDER 

SHAPE SHIFTER ON THE 
YELLOW 
SCHOOL BUS DOTH 
CLIMB 

OH THAT BOY THAT 
BOY 
HE FED 5 THOUSAND FACES WIV A LOAF OR 

TOOK ONE FOLLOWER'S KISS TO SLAY  
HIM,
WHAT'S A POOR GIRL TO
DO,
I SAY WHAT'S A POOR GIRL TO
DO ....

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The Minotaur pulls up outside and pays off the 
Cabby 
Before stepping toward the blue tarp makeshift door of 
Low Keys Bar beneath the bridge at the edge of the Styx 

 

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Canto Parts 2 and 3 in Search of Jocasta

for Poem Film Furies

The great bag of scums is asleep
Dirty bedraggled at the foot of Aphrodite's unmade 
Camper bed on the window shelf facing east 
Is a half eaten ham on wry sandwich the yellow 
Blotch of mustard an aching stain below the raising roseate 
Glow of dawn 

Are you young are you old are you cowardly are you 
Bold 
Do you have dingle or do you have 
Dangle 
What's a girl to do the damn scripts bin 
Stoled

Aphrodite's singing while putting on eye makeup

In the trailer's tight and drab 
Bathroom,
A trick awaits, she leaves a note .... oh great bag of the scums 
I'll be back, food in the fridge love Aphro 

Next to the sandwich is a carton of engine oil a pack of Trojan condoms

Some Band-aids a broken chocolate bar a candle in a black

Glass Madonna container and some sage 

Scumbag is dreaming or not the fresh morning light is like a lake walkway

It dissolves the heavy oaks the branches disintegrate the woods 

Are a blaze of morning light dew crystals 
Then there's a sudden lurch clocks hands run backwards a Chinese junk sails

Across the horizon a wooden horse goes up in flames 
Jocasta Jocasta Jocasta      The name echoes like an ancient memory like a lover's calling cry 
When we were ten years old playing on the Fore Sand Beach the fishing boats leaning on one-legged bollards the tide out 
We raced a beach running track you were so fast and beautiful shocking in your perfect 
Energy 
Jocasta Jocasta coming out of the sea eyes aflame thighs the same 
Each rivulet of water like beads of a necklace silver glittering on your olive thighs 
Your hair shadowy patches the rest shoulder brushing sea sun bleached blond all that summer long 

Scumbag turns in his sleep, and 
Thrusting face close to the dark cracked misted wall mirror 
Shaves a death face 
Gleaming with youthful luster 
A certain elegance 
Death with this radiant healthy face 

Jocasta!  It was his ten year old voice 
But she was twenty he'd stayed ten 
Jocasta, he wanted to say all the beauty all the never before excitement 
She'd brought to the beach, her look her slow smile her long thighs her shining hair her olive skin her running. 
But now everything was black 
He was no longer a living seeing creature 
Ja  Cos Taaaaa
Your lips moist 
No shadow of sadness 
Sipping Sake
Come here 
Lap upon lap 
The last face the first 
Face 
A face always worth the looking 
Features regular but not cold 
The lips tightly closed with a soft strength 
The long lashes 
Tears welling slowly 
From beneath the long lashes 
Brimming over into glistening streams 
Oh like the eyes of a traveler I see you for the last time 
Bidding farewell to the beautiful vistas never to be seen 
Again 
Jocasta. Jocasta 
Sound of a car outside the window 
Scream of tires skidding in the snow 
The sound of its horn echoing and reechoing
From the bedroom walls   


           PART 3


.... Like   Like an island it rose like a solitary island in the ocean of a society going about its business 
As restlessly as ever 
Footsteps sounding on the stairway 
The footsteps in this old house creek badly 
Fond memories that creaking 
Listening to its welcoming sound 
Jocasta oh 
Waiting in bed 
Would hear it no more 
Listening with such intense striving for every corner of every moment 
Of this precious time 
To be filled 
Filled with the sound of those soft foot falls on the creaking 
Stairway 
The moments transformed to jewels  
Jocosta sparkling with inner 
Light  

Jocasta part 2 for the poem film Furies dedicated to Nico and Vivian 

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Canto (im) Proper

  Cassandra Takes to the Karaoke Stage

(Low Keys Bar Beneath the Bridge, Edge of the Styx)

Cassandra sings

.... and when you close this 
Box this 
Hope chest this 
Coffin  
And throw it into the Styx 
Oh You oh Easy Cum Easy 
Goes. And You oh cash handed Prophet of 
Loss. And You oh light (fingers) at the end of every  
Tunnel. And You, two black and white 
Twins. False Truths and Honest
Lies 
An You Reaper Most
Grim,
Wasuregig wats your intention where the fuck are 
You
When it counts counts counts number number number. No, not 
Numerology! Number! Number yourselves among the

Lost 
The withered, the unconscious, the perversely deaf, the self satisfied 
The supremely ignore rent

And You, you who is in the 
Coffin 
Pay attention to the the decision of 
Truths
And the plummet of the balance according to its 
Stance 
---------------------------
Oh Calypso Cassandra; when she sings her voice her pitch of three-pronged 
Consciousness, vital
Her throat trembles, quivers, her blood remembers
How the flesh on her face become almost
Transparent 
You can see her as 20 as 15 as 12 
When the prophecy first come 
She sing like Bob Marley she sing 
Ska she sing Reggae she 
Sing 
She sing virgin she sing 
Whore 

The dead ain't 
Dead 
Down in the hidden chamber of the 
Night 
In the temple of 
Dream 
In darkness of the 
Naos 
In the eternal reoccurrence in auto regeneration 
This renewal 
At the heart of transformation 
Entering the ever
Lasting ness of Nun 
The undifferentiated darkness with its luminous potential of autopoiesis 

You must in the 4th hour after total darkness and isolation 
Draw the secret ignition; ignite your self transformation 
See the burning 
Water 
Now you are rekindled 
Assume the death posture 
Now 

Cassandra is singing karaoke in Low Keys Bar 
Trading lyrics with Sinead O'Connor
And there's that tiny black
Prince golden ankh at his throat 
Guitar in his hand 
Playing Mozambique reggae boogie
Like a rain dance conniption

Cassandra staggers, a crash of thunder 
Up back of them on the white stage 
Curtain 
A black and white film of Scumbag within the coffin
Hurtling toward the Styx ....

It's an ad for Hades One Way Delivery 
Services 

 

Voice by Heyoka 
Kali Productions ....

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Canto 101 It Ain't All Black 'n White

Where the Coffin they Carry You off in Breaks

It's cinema verite in black 'n
White and in tones thru black 'n
White
It's the mad bad beautiful Monk two-fingering
Music
Plying the pentatonic scales / brilliant blurring black digits plinking  / burnished with
Moonlight white ivories
Naked at the Steinway streets and interior shots of Harlem drift in and
Out
Threaded with aerial view shot between steep gorge River running wreathed in
Chiaroscuro ripple of sun dappled black and white the last bubbles the last
Gasp
Of Scumbag's coffin smoothed out dispersed in the rising mist of the mourning morning
Styx
Down down down we go deep in the bottom of the endless
Flow
Dark dark darker it gets gallons gallons down
Below
There's a twist there's a turn there's an inkling a pulse of a
yearn
Monk is playing a monk possessed hitting those keys like cardiac
Arrest
Flipping the time chasing the rapidly expiring
Fire
Playing like a mother at whose burning
Desire
Cassandra's laser eyes oh they pierce the
Depths
Monk's playing caressing her
Ear
Monk madly playing sphere upon
Sphere black naked playing on the Steinway
Rafted on the Styx
Standing straight up in the mourning drift of
Mist
The pale shroud unwound from Scumbag's body
Drifts to the edge of the shore
Transforms under Monk's pounding caressing black
Digits
We see those beautiful black fingers drawing that
Sound writing resurrection on Death's white
Sheet
It's a white buffalo calf on the West Bank
She witnesses
Drinking and looking directly where Cassandra
Sees
Brilliant black Monk fall down to his knees
The final note the final squeeze
Birthing that buffalo outa the
Styx
I hope it was a Dive extra played Scumbag, ya
Know
Laughs Aphrodite to Kali back of Low Keys Bar watching Heyoka's film
Show


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Canto Bucolic for Poem Film Furies

Top Shelf and Dawn 
Breaker 
Are lovers like Cranky and 
Jonny are sweet 
Hearts 
They're sheltering under an interstate 
Flyover bridge 
All steel reinforcing and concrete 
With the speeding traffic's constant din over
Head 
The rain's falling heavily at a sun shot slant 
Asleep, on a pile of dirty sheepskins 
Odysseus snores a hangover 
Off 

There's a river just across the way 
The rain hits its undulating tawny green surface so forcefully 
It bounces 
I likes the river more than the 
Road 
When she speaks Dawn Breaker lets out words slowly, gently
In a mysterious world 
Odysseus grumbles half snorts belches breaks wind and opens 
A bloodshot glazed blue 
Eye 
Stares as if seeing all his world before now and 
After
The eye closes 
Top Shelf, his homemade leather cowboy hat perched 
On his balding broken-toothed 
Head 
Is figuring how to rekindle last night's
Fire 

The other side of the 
River 
Black cows are 
Sheltering 
Under the 
Cottonwoods 

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Cantos Laird of Limbo

Beneath the painted buffalo bull 
Skull 
With the butterfly painted in lapis lazuli on its 
Forehead 
Across from the preserved outer badger skin 
Head  
An eagle feather snapped to the back of a lit lamp
Shade  
Smoke of sage in the 
Air 
The wind in the fir trees is melancholy hard to 
Bear
Dirt stuffed ears blindfold abandoned sacked thrown down the 
Chute
An ignominious ending one that can bear no 
Fruit 
Memory and Thought shuffle in their unlocked 
Cage Black Narcissus never so 
Brave 
The skulls in their crossed 
Bones 
The haunted whites of the eyes sinking in the oily pools of 
Black 
The evening is coming, has to, you 
Know 
There's blood in the offing / skullduggery will 
Show 

Out of the quiet out of the wood burning 
Stove 
Out of the mouth of the skinned badger’s head a story is 
Told 

Out of the memory out of the imagination out of the shadow out of the 
Truth 
Flickers / baying a electrical carved iced green lightning 
Bolt 
Out of the cosmos out of the matrix out of anger of badger
Breath 

Badger words badger turds badger dis
Tress 

"Practicing you've been practicing 
For 
Nothing; nothing's quite a practice / practice 
Nothing, nothing in the morning nothing in the 
Night ….  Practice …. nothing.  Go on, you'll be 
Alright ."
Badger’s moving like a boxer like Mohammed 
Ali 
Throwing light throwing it tight swaying letting the oppositional tide 
Flow 
Letting it run ‘round him and then letting 
Go 
Black is your head with a slashing white lightning stripe from your nose to the back of your Neck 
Your jaws so strong such powerful expression 

"I would ask you to remember only one thing 

The stories we tell have a way of taking care of 
Us 
If a story comes to you / care for 
It

Give it away when 
Needed 

Sometime you need a story more than food to stay 
Alive 
That's why we put these stories in each other's 
Memory 
This is how we take care of 
Ourselves 
Yo dig you dig dig deep 
Get beneath the skin of 
Things
Yo dig dig deep minerals plants herbs 
Roots dig you dig you dig dem 
Roots
Speak sing tell it for us all dig 
Dig deep.”

Later the vessel running 
Backward 
River of no re 
Turn 
Upflipped tossed and turned 
Dragged drubbed drudged drugged and dredged smell of rotting blue grey below water

Soiled
In the wind / on the wind / sucked by which needy vacuous 
Spirit?
A white plastic bag drawn thru the air currents against the blue 
Sky 
Against the bruise of beige trees against the faded yellow beds of dry corn husks 
Between haughty heaven an’ handsome 
Hell
It a picture of 
You 
Printed in black ink on the back of a Reisbeck's "great grilling starts 
Here"
Missing endangered run
Away DOB 12 /9 1999 age now 18 Sex female race biracial hair brown eyes hazel height
4' 10" weight 135 lbs anyone having information should contact national center for missing & exploited children.........
(I 800 THE LOST) 

The bag the message I'd finally returned and you / you were 
Lost 
Here in Ohio the wind in the street your picture on the back of a plastic 
Bag blowing blowing way from me 

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Canto Finding Jacosta for Poem Film Furies

Opening Scene Act I

 Heyoka is writing with a raven feathered quill,

Dipped in black widow spider drool, on a pair of used white panties

Notes for Scumbag who is being sent via the underground railway system

To hook up with Jacosta 

 1) Watch for the unconscious, ‘cause it agitates like the unexpressed memory

Of ancestral trauma 

He scrawls on the first side of said document  
Then he writes

 2 ) Watch out for the revelation of a dialectic of contraries 

 Followed by

3)  You will be honor bound to the cross of your own crucifixion 

…. Scumbag thinks
"tThese are Heyoka's underground railway directions....?" 

With a final flourish of his raven quill Heyoka prints: 

SOWN MAN / DRAGONS TEETH / CURSE.


...fade

Act 2 


From over the desiccated plain 
Sorta Robin Hood Walt Disney Middle Ages merry England cartoon style 
Come a tune bright an’ cheerful in full Hollywood color Roger Millerish

But suddenly as tho the tab of acid has just Hit the whole tenor of the feel 

goes black and white noir and Roger’s out the 
Window and in comes low down an’ dirty Edith Piaf 

Song sung sorta Mac the Knife Brechtian style

with a dose of Sex Pistols thrown in for 
Bad measure 

"It'll cost ya 
Dear 
Daddy was a sown man now he's only gone an’ jumped off the castle 
Wall 
Didn't stop the plague at 
All 
Yer ole man didn't want to fuck
Ya
He preferred the 
Boys 
Youse gets him drunk and gets him 
Laid 
Get pregnant and this is how you’re 
Paid 
Yer ole man’s paranoid he's heard 
His first born will be his 
Demise 
Sets your jus’ born babe on the mountain ankles pierced an’ hobbled to 
Die 
You pay the shepherd boy
To get him adopted 
Away

Who threw this curse whose causing this cruel 
Deal an you got crazy Creon for a bruv 
Oppressed with cares 
The flowering of your strength is only for a little while now 
Followed by perverse mysterious promptings 
After the age long trouble
Light after darkness 

The scene changes from the bucolic desiccated plain opening scene of the young boy Derrick Jarman 
Style his ankles cruelly pinioned 
To a 30’s Berlin brothel a Nazi flag 
As she Edith Piaf Marilyn Monroe White Buffalo Calf Woman 
JA cos Ta 
Sings yes, who threw the curse who’s causing this cruel 
Deal 
The sound of jackboots the sound of screams 
Enter Creon 

Fade

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