Blue Soul by Bill Carr

•  Blue cracks mental me

•  Abstractions riding my soul

•  Today they are gone

 

Eyes on the white lambs

fresh prime rib choice cut visions

Mothered by rams

 

 •  Eyeballs on her hips

targets for the sick  in heart                           

•  For a stiff hard dart

 

 

 

 

•  Whispering into his mind

•  Leave those thoughts behind

•  He heard the soft wind

 

Curving red train tracks

•  Blue veins twisting down old cracks

•  Needing to “detrain”

 

Blue ocean so cool

•  Roll through my long icy throat

•  twirling spray upon

Brilliant bright pupils

•  Milk white and red inner eyes

•  Johnny sings the blues

Books drop from the sky

•  Novels water the Earth’s soil

•  Wet to my armpits

American child

•  winter’s hot and summer’s cold

•  Inhale the white snow

Living in the cold

winter builds up hard crystals

 reflecting by the moon

Purple sunglasses

 

 

The bottomless pit

•  Satanic society

•  Run by the Moloch

The goat looking down

•  Wondering when to descend

•  Into this old town

Dogs landing like cats

•  The cats smelling cheese like rats

•  Rats eaten by me

Twirling down steel tracks

•  A whirling north towards the sea

•  To see the full world

 

Rough men at road work

 clearing the  rocky mud path

With each mighty stroke

Bubbles beneath skin

•  Lake fire with blue visions

•  Cleansing  mind devils

 

 

 

•  In the face of hate

•  The soft sweet hands of the sun

•  Warming cheeks and hands

 

mother of real truth

•  father in the blue shadows

  holy ghost power

 

A loud evening sound

•  Dogs are all around, talking

•  With people, howling

 

Generation gone

•  Never far from their cell phones

•  And text messages

Ocean cascade

•  Eyes full of silver crystals

•  Apex sky rising

 

From rainbow droplets

splashing upon hitting ground

•  Cleansing ,smoking brains

The Moonshine nightmare

•  The cat dives under black sun

•  The dog’s resting place

A bus ride round town

•  Slow trek throughout a square street

  circular city

The big dark black dog

•  Plays poker and rolls dice  well

•  No match for snake-eyes

The purple creatures

• With invisible features

• Vanishes in smoke

 

Soul shoes foot dancing

•  Full of James Brown stomp prancing

•  And black and white shouts

She rose from the tomb

• Slow as the drinking full moon

• weeping in the sun

 Night rider glides home

• He Stops to smell a rainbow

• In the pouring rain

Black horse white pony tail

new modern zebra hybrid

Rides into the sun

The Earth’s ride

                               i.

It was just another Sunday morning blow job

And the headache would pass as swift as the new

Monday morning coming{and I needed some me-di-cine}

 

 

ii.

•  The flu had caused the most terrible of effects within my face that of running mucus from the nose.

•  But I blew my nose and said no more.

•  Everything was just fine for awhile. Then,

•  The hacking midnight pirate arrived and

•  Dropping with every passing hour his anvil on my head, so I took more medicine to subdue the cough.[me-di-cine]

iii.

•  The night was good and hot as well as cold and mean;full of boogers drops working their way about my body’s stream.

•  I put one oar in the water for balance;it

•  Drew a shark who snapped it off. I could

•  Smell viscid fluid in my mouth flowing

•  To my stomach and the increasing pounding of my brain,so I took more

•  [med-i-cine].I had to stop the hacking cough, tapping tummy pop, and the hammering head throb, so I took more mee-dii-cine].

iv.

•  “The iron tongue of Midnight struck”

•  “All lovers to bed,” I dozed.

•  Then the dusk came. I awoke in water vomit surrounded by the Atlantic, Arctic,

•  Pacific,Indian and sweat oceans, so

•  I took some more [mmee-di-ccine].

v.

•  I oozed my way through the liquid and puss.

•  Phlegm flying from my mouth;

•  Waste ready for dumping from the boat’s

•  Bottom.I sat up in the bed rocking and

•  Rolling:back and forth,calling for an anchor

•  To be thrown over board!

vi.

•  The boat disappeared replaced by fear.

•  The ghost darts around the bed in the darkest part of the room.

•  It’s in black and white.

•  I paddle hard heading for shore,

•  Looking for another dose of medicine.

 

vii.

•  The figure looms over me beginning a movement towards the left: a series of shadows and clouds are my eyes.

•  A roar from the universe pulled over to the right.

•  Circling the room with wide sweeping scans moving out of frame.

•  My medicine need I

viii.

•  Darting globins, singing witches, laughing zebras criss-crossing trains pulsating

•  Gyrating further to far end of the globe on my bed…lum.This rubber legged crew member attempts stance rewarded by a splash to boat’s bottom.

 

•  [mee-di-ci-ine took I]

 

 

ix.

•  I arise again to breath. Quickly,on my knees crawling down the hall

•  Through a worm hole

 

 

x.

•  A long linear corridor conversing merging

•  With whales and stars into a single vision

•  Within my eyes the Earth sky and it’s as blue as my soul.

BUBBLE’S BALD HEAD

•                                       I. 

 

•   AS THE MIST CLEARS THE MOUNTAINS, THEIR BROWN  SKINS AND DARK SHADOWS MAY BE SEEN AMAZINGINGLY RISING ABOVE THE LONG HIGH HILLS AND FOG ENCIRCLING THE REDDEST CAMP FIRES WITH  DANCING GERONIMO, SINGING COHISE AND PRAYING CRAZY HORSE,CRYING ROBERT KENNEDY AND HIS BROTHER JOHN,PREACHING MARTIN AND MALCOM,PROTESTING CESAR CHAVEZ,OBJECTING BARBERA JORDAN ALL IN MOTION…AROUND THE CAMP FIRES UNLIKE THE MODERN LAND BOUND BROOM DRIVING WEAPONLESS WARRIORS OF THE 20TH CENTURY GIRTH.

.

•   UNTIL ONE DAY, BUBBLE EYES ROSE UPWARD, TOWARDS THE MOUNTAINS AND VIEWING MANY SHADOWS ,BUT QUICKLY RETURNS TO HIS EARTH SOUND TASK OF BROOM PUSHING, MOP DRIVING, WAX FLOPING DUTIES

•   FROM 9 A.M. TO 5 P. M. BUBBLES’S JANITORIAL HAUL MUST CONTINUE;

•   MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY ON HIS FEET,WITH KNEES AGAINST KNEES AND HANDS PRESSING FLOOR GLORY: NORTH BY NORTH WEST.

•   IT’S HIS JOB SWEEPING FLOOR TOPS: BRIGHT, DUSTING THE PEEKS OF HILLS UNTIL THE VERY CRISS/CROSS SHINES

•   HE’S A BLEACH BLUES MAN …PRAYING ON THE KNEES

•   UNTL YOU CAN SEE    JESUS

•   AND AT 11.95 AN HOUR THERE IS THE LEMON PLEDGE SMELL THAT MUST RADIATE FROM  THE VALLEY’S FLOOR.

 

•   YOU CAN HEARD THE OLD MAN SAY: “GOTS TO GET CLEAN ,LORD

•   GOTTA GET IT CLEAN ‘CAUSE MASTER GONE UH BE HERE IN SETTING DAY”

 

 

III.

•  SO ON THE OLD MAN BUBBLE SCRABBLED,SCUBBLED

•  HE HAD TO GET RID OF THE SINGING FROM THE MOUNTAIN PEEKS

•  THE VAPOR DANCING OVER THE WOODEN FLOORS

•  FOR HIS JOB DEPENDED ON THE CLEAR WHITE FLOOR

•  AND THE BOSSMAN SAYING IT WAS SO

IV.

•  MR. EDISON ARRIVED ON TIME AN DROVE HIS HUMMER ABOUT THE FLOOR KILLING BUGS AND SPITTING

•  THEN WITH A EAR FULL OF MOUNTAIN SONG HE SAID DO IT AGAIN , OLD MAN

•  THE SONG IS WRONG

V.

•  THE OLD  MAN’S EYES THEN EARS ROSE TOWARDS THE INDIAN SONGS

•  ABOVE THE CLOUDS INTO THE VERY PUPILS OF THE ELDERS OF MARTIN OF MALCON OF GERONIMO OF COHISE OF CRAZY HORSE OF BIG BUBBLE BALD HEAD SR III

VI.

•  DOWN WENT THE CLIFFS AND STEEP HILLS

•  DOWN  HE THREW DOWN THE BLUE DETERGINE WITH WHITE BLEACH

•  DOWN WENT THE AJAX AND COMET

•  DOWN WENT DOWN THE EXTRA LONG HANDLED MOP THAT HIS DADDY HAD  BROUGHT HIM

•  DOWN CAME THE ROLLING MOUNTAIN PEEKS

•  LANDING IN ONE LARGE PILE OF DO-DO

VII.

•  BUBBLE KICKED THE BUCKET

•  DROPPED THE WAXER AND WALKED

•  AWAY INTO THE CLEARING MIST

•  OF DUN

The Earth Smell

•  i.

•  She smells like the earth at all times of the passing moon

•  Likes to walk about in her underwear

•  Pushing against the wind’s crying warning

•  With that fresh earth smell of hers…

•  Depositing it where ever she goes… on an arm, on a stomach, on the face, on the leg or any place on planet earth.

ii.

•  She sweats in Channel No. 19 and when all becomes calm, she takes that 6 a. m. yawn: the big breath inhaling in Africa, exhaling out of Europe. She’s full of air throughout her lungs; is full of water within her throat; full of land under her feet.

iii.

•  Whirling air

•  Spinning water

•  Tambling over the land

•  She sends

•  Virgins ocean tides against old rock of ages;

•  High pressure centers bouncing off low;

•  Dirt careening off of boulders

iv.

•  In time, all shall mountain down to the smallest of  hills and the earth smell shall hover above the earth. And her soulful droplets shall drop from the nose like falling rain to the ground to be absorbed by the soil and soul and only the earth hounds know—the scent.

v.

•  Blue blood dogs endlessly chasing the stuff from her nose keeping up a powerful pace compelled by her aura. Blue blood dogs seeing red while keeping the beat in the warning wind with the half moon moving to full.

vi.

•  Now, she breaths more heavily, for the moon has reached her full cycle and the dogs have slowed. She turns over grasping a tree branch to blow her nose. And when her nose comes clean and empty, she all at once takes to the sky:

•             jetting from the earth

•             blazing from the solar system,

•             blotting from the universe,

•  Leaving us poor dogs behind sniffing for the odor of her earth smell.

The blue soul by bill carr

•  All rights reserved. 02/21/2008

•  Written, edited and published by bill carr

•  A special thanks and dedication to penny

This article was written by todd

BIO: Current self-published author/writer. Blogger, Open Mic Host, Former social studies teacher, social worker, and railroad worker who is no longer in the wage and salary industrial complex so feels free to improvise. www.writersontheair.com

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