Billy Cancel
Grey Wolves with NIGHTVISION please lead us
through those Valleys O’ Code beyond
the warp, lift & errant dribble we
once pursued with salt ‘n’ spoon so
through every Dramatic Cutaway / Interior
Void we’ll always acknowledge The
Corn. in the god speed i crept out
of favor with myself quick enough to
follow their bold emotional cues. stuffed
with treacle ‘n’ brimstone he maintained
a high premium on sheer visibility. every
3rd week our pockets keep getting
a bad attack. it’ll be Swear o’clock soon &
time to cuss again. Grey Wolves
with NIGHTVISION lead
us through a
valley of
code other
than that
not much doing…
makes my mouth tingle & fizz cracks
between my teeth quicker pace sharper
edge continuously detailed movement
great violence without injury no parental
supervision shall be directly preceded by
the time when cocktails become inadequate
an alternation of meaning boogie man as
object of sonic desire switching to carnie bride & i’ll
drink out of a horse’s skull it’ll tingle fizz
crack between my teeth i’ll bust some
moves said accelerator i could eat a horse
then chase the jockey fish or sauce who is to
play the starring part? he can’t assist you because often
gets awoken by a fiend scratching at the
window however for other distempers of
the head i took 2-3 spoonful’s of chew
water scavenged pinks blues purples from my local dump
& with these i adorned non-descript sidewalks similar
tales exist in every small town some
gain traction others don’t
let’s pile up The Agony all the way to SMASH
‘cause you & i agree like bells that
swallowing-the-anchor-back teeth-well
afloat can’t be the only other way
about. Crypsis ‘N’ Mimacy got
us in range of the briefest of contact with
STAR APPLE TREE where celestial
poultry kept their nests & sung a rather
nonsensical rendition of “Already There!
Already There!” turns out we were just getting
tack head to go off
& perch amongst fresh
green foliage rose-colored
brambles where “the
Punch line is shellacked
upside down” against
a backdrop of psychedelic
counter-culture & “the Punch line shellacked upside
down.” quite skeptical we are now of such phenomena
because it’s too often described “as dotted with
little odds ‘n’ ends” while fighting
EMPTY SPACE with a hair pin still
seems to get an encore.
erased by choreographed henchmen
was the threat because in hot pink egg
yolk yellow squandered a month’s
earnings thinking about what pleasant dreams i
could retrospectively accumulate when
i got back to armpit of the universe
gouged the surface sprayed
bright color lines chipped away at
the face still a compelling
alternative to going down
the turnip field because tonight
is information moon & crows are
there filling themselves up out
with the captain i dialed in a mega
dose knew it would be cranial
disharmony was up all hours ‘til
1 boulder garden involuntarily dismount &
now you’ve gone all care bear
whispering where do you think
you are site specific installation daddy’s yacht? this is the 3 eyed league
jerk offs lush backdrop are in on the gag
latte factor & a ton of personality to be
precise it’s a stella thorn bundle don’t
know what to believe or who to act receptive
gestures carried out rather than nerve
explosion while spherical clusters of small
white summer flowers give us dramatic
purple berries through fall an egg in our
beer but we ain’t got the chime this is alright
already that’s the other way about only
a matter of time before a major provider
goes bust i am used to being part of
the squadron riding day night straight
north rather than
this melodramatic
stand off of rhubarb
rhubarb invasive
weed rhubarb
rhubarb invasive
weed
billy cancel is a poet/performer & sound/collage artist. His work has appeared in Boston Review & PEN America. His collection MOCK TROUGH RASPING CROW was released by BlazeVOX books this year. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife Thursday Fernworthy (Lauds) & together they perform as the noise-poetry duo Tidal Channel. Aberrations of all kinds at www.billycancelpoetry.com.
Published July 2018.