"Exit Daylight"

Exit daylight
Not accustomed to that tight bright light
I'm loose on the string,
Waiting for the night
Loose all the time
The string keeps pulling me
The sky is dancing me
Loose all the time
Starless, free
Exit daylight
I live by the lamp of escapism
Immature, but a honest substitute for revolution

Unmatched
Found guilty only when they want me to
I'll own up,
You just let me come back
To the steady twilight zone
Tell you all about that girl
It was she who held the gun
I was only
Choosing the house
It's flawed
The eye on my hat is seething
Blood from your rat cage dawn
Exit daylight
It's the opposite I own

Exit daylight
Oh I'd love to change the city or name
Both there, no matter where do I go
It's stuck like the face to the man
The suit's too tight
I'll get rid of that Italian look
Complete with this woman
Complete with the shoes
I'll get my money back
I'm gonna start anew

Quit this poet Hokey Pokey
Make a movie or two
Immature, but a honest substitute for detention

"Early Misty"

Early Misty
Coming down the mountainside
Early Misty
You're my bride

Early Misty
Resting at the riverbed
Early Misty
Spiral hands

Breathing slow
Pulse within
Early Misty
Stranger dream

Night's engines whisper
Leaving galaxy
Early Misty

Leaving galaxy
Exploding in clusters
Finally free
Infinite road
Supernova bird

"Forty"

We'll take a bottle
Of the cheapest wine
Go to Forty
Spend some time
Take a sip
That's how it is
Highway behind us
The concrete bid
Writing more
Talking less
Forty knows it
Drugs don't help
He got some for later
He got some for later...
Horizon's shaken
My cocktail glass
Filled with piss
The blackbird's nest
Sit right back
Enjoy the night
Poor catholic girls
By my side
Forty laughs
Drives the bus
Take us back, please
Take all of us
And we'll pay you later
And we'll pay you later
Solemn sea
Bitter land
Anonymous ships
Quarantine flags
Strangers came
Once again
The circle has come to a full stop
Ain't it a shame
Where's your heart
I got none
Forty bought it
Long ago
So he can have it later
He can save it later

3 years back
I played guitar
With Pete the Roman
He played the drums
Learning tricks
From jazz LPs
He was good
Too good for all this
I heard he died
A lousy death
Heroin
Peter Pan
Jazz will catch up later
Jazz will catch up later
We'll take that bottle
Fill it up again
Go to Forty
Midnight men
Mystics shuffle
With the wine
Greener hills
Easier time
Silver dollar
Fits the hole
Worker's spirit
Don't get old
I'm sure it'll pay you later
I'm sure it'll pay you later...

"Fake Poet"

Fake poet am I, the empty page,
Dada propaganda
Always too late
Field of death for my ink
King of the sludge
Bug on the wall
The cheapest whore
Fake I

The only one in this black room space
Tarot cards and a backwards weaved prayer
Lord of the flies, spit in your ash
Future corpse in the present tense
I'm trash
Fake’s best

Rumor has it I'm into the dark
Lines admit it, they've no better place to park
I'm no shaman, that's already been done
I'm in need of a guru myself
The radical counterclockwise
Sun
How come you mix up religions
If there's only one
That's fake
I cum

Fake poet am I, a pest in your pie
A nail in your shoe,
A needle in mine
A junkie am I, the portrait, the rehab
The ride
Came home from SF
Didn't like what I saw
Rumor has it I'm twice that old
SF's cold

All stars have moved to LA
Fake poet am I, the empty page
A lover of fiction, a maker of worlds
Venus in furs and her favorite toy
Both to one, one in three
I'm my father's father
The river of sleep
I'm fake
You're free

2 Poems

The Old Soul

The old soul knows
Exactly
What the young soul is still not aware of
Poignant meetings, programmed existence
Karmic devils of pure belongings
Burning at stakes of freedom
Pyres of youth at Eden’s black borders
Or plain combinations of reflex
And thought
Bodily odors
Saliva on ashes
Phallic stones
On levels adjusted to ear
Hearing marble
And eye seeing nothing but white
While lovers adjust to
The ocean’s wild side
The old soul knows where the
Trees fall down
The cycle returns
The fortress rebuilt
Management of fury and cardiac
Smiles
Arrives exactly there when expected

Indians Talk

Indians talk with the stars
Full circle – response
Chants and sweeping voices
Rhythm of earth and nothing but her
She that the living please
Only – she that cries not for the dead
Indians sit while the knowledge
Revolves
Evolves and resolves
All endings of hell
To carve new beginnings of heaven
While new cities form ashes
And deaths form puddles
And gardens so slowly grow out
Of windows and sidewalks and walls
No lifts, doors
No phones, no jackets, no homes
No high rise blocks, no shirts, no coats
As the Indians talk with the stars
Waiting for tribal
Sunrise

"Midnight in Poznan"

In Poznan, the midnight’s painted riddles
Moonbeams and butterflies awake
The girls are all dancing in circles
In Poznan, the midnight’s bare
Hear the jazzy combo sway and sway
Let the sound take you away

In Poznan, the midnight’s parallel to dawn
It’s sometimes hard to accustom to this sight
But uh stars are directed at Orion
And the mother of all beings’ burning bright
Hear the jazzy combo begging for life
Let the sound be your bride

In Poznan, the midnight’s white as snow
You would think you’re forever in Atlantis
Join the feast at the borders of the kingdom of sleep
Let the dreams be your passports to elation
And uh hear the jazzy combo play
Let the sound make your day

Yeah in Poznan, the midnight’s on the radio
The waves are uh pointed at your brain
And they rip through depression and frustration
And they drive all the girls insane
Hear the jazzy combo swing and sway
Let the swing take you away

Yeah in Poznan, the bass men are on fire
Underwater blurbs of amazing worlds
You cross your legs avoiding their desires
But the bastards always hit the accurate chords
Hear the jazzy combo whisper words of love
Let the sound resonate you above
Hear the jazzy combo whisper words of love
Let the sound guide you way above

"In Their Distant More"

Leave essentials
The triviality of action
Figure in
Vent affections
Move on
Sing your song

...time was
Was time...
In their distant more
One voice, a call

Statuary, faintly comic
A parasite
In human form
Enter the statement
Gorgeously slain
There, in death’s uniform

...time was
Was time...
In their distant more
One voice, a call

The unimportant baldness of time
Human falseness in every rhyme
Permanent moderns
Great tragic derived
Long-distant enjoyment
Long-distance tonight

...time was
Was time...
In their distant more
A call

Predominated
In interest’s proportion
Intrinsically something
Capriciously entered
His contact
His actions
Her motions

"Stanomino Blues"

No tight pussy
Cheap coffee flowin’ floatin’ down her breast
Mexican breakfasts, American dinners
Maya horizons of spit & semen

Antimone – clothed perfection
Her ass is of heaven – so they say
Al-Ghoul for Dionysus
Memories of dark women

Sculpted breasts of their genus
Curls of their hair in the forests
Pines of death, telegraph poles of feathers
Selling their myths to the Gypsies

No friendly hand
Hers is already burnt with compassion
Paradox lover
Red haired lady of the dunes exploding

Seaside so close
Everything’s perfectly still
Negros dancing to wooden and iron rhythms
Drunkard painters of trees

Torn apart, forbidden canvas
21st century terror of trains
Children skinned alive on the rails
Poets incrusted in vomit

Bubblegum suite
No 13th floor, no nothing
Toothless howlers of blues
Pearls of her reach, growing and young

Endless moons of touch
Her hips revealed
She is more than this village
The lonely church

The useless grieving monk
All her lovers end in this circle
Bitter sages of love
Their sex unrecognized

Bums in full-fledged aristocracy of motion
Pearly silenced oceans
Fast forward into their doom
A child’s hand, a ragged toy

What kind of a drunkard are you
The graduates must wait
Chronicles of tears
Hit the ocean, park your car

No rear-view mirror, no endings
Girls of your blueberry summer
A run for love, for permanence
Secret waves of return

Unwashed jeans
A red shirt a million years old
The plasticity of religion
Here only the primal wood

Citadels of orchids
Partisans of heaven hidden in the attic
Their guns still proud & ready
All is fine, relax

Here comes another portion
Of your secret drugs of death
Lay down by the stony bridge
The grave of a headless horse

Fuel his nostrils with panic
Her very last shivers
The lady regresses
She is now but a suggestion

No willing lip, no body
Shake the concealed tambourine
Cut off your hand
Here all you need’s a description of one

Pretty pink collocations
240 kilometers of lust
Unfinished highways of soul
Rooms of cobras & nameless voices

Calling the dove in the fog
Shrieking velvet tires
Epitome of blues
The epigones of my misfortunes

Too small in my cowboy boots
Blood, snake leather, Hard Rock Café t-shirt
Take that after-shave lotion away
Girl, I’m your favorite bum

Snow, dead paradise, whiplash
Deadlights
Phantom cars of salvation
Exit the Georgia night

Mohawk cigarettes
The journey of fingers
Take me on that bumper, she said, this bench
Smoke another one

Return to your safe little boxes
Needles, sentiments of fury
Cavalcades of drums
She enters his modest apartment

The Raja dead on the floor
Fumes of opiates
Her fear resurrected & swollen
Aeroplane Blues

That’s all she ever thinks of
Acid under her eyelids
Alighieri’s visions are nursery
Compared with the depth of her fears

Spanish lullabies
White Indian jumps
The failed actor
His sunken reluctant mistress

Artifacts of her sudden revelations
Mantras, angels, manticoras
A journey through her perfumed twilights
Frail & bedazzled, vacant

Wind territories
Sketches of a lifetime rejected
The applause of sudden seahorses
Chain a-swingin’

The feeding gets done
Dogs of haloed consumption
Cans of beans & bacon
Caviar & oysters

She wishes it could be Paris
Dead mosquito, a handclap
What kind of a drunkard are you
Measure your footsteps in gold

Blow thy silver pipes
Ears in shock of their silence
No calls, no responses
No choo-choo trains headed West

Crumbs of manana
Belly dancers
Skin as white as cocaine
Stoned German musicians

Followers of Hendrix
Vulnerable, perfect, imprisoned
Dissolving carpets, collapsing hangings
Bedouin caravans sifting through the room

Exotic melodies cascading
Flowers of a devilish taste
Let me die aware
Let me die of deception of senses

Mists of her railroads
Sweet sixteen on the run to me
Through seedy gore panoramas
I still remember her pussy trained

Sleeping on my beer-soaked body
So sweet I almost cried
Her innocent lips pressed to mine
Her hair twirling round my shoulders

Eyes as deep as her pools of soul
Forever unexplored
Insufficient wanting
Legs vibrating with the room

Chairs splattered against her walls
Victory, understanding
I wish I could see her again
Prolonged suggestion of senses

I wish I could be her wooden tower
The cornerstone of her death
Pilate, a child’s tale

THE SIMPLE FOUR by A.J. KAUFMANN, April 2009

1*PEACE

PEACE BE NOT BROKEN
BY THE TONGUES OF THE INSANE
THEIR CROOKED LIFELINES
OBITUARY HANDS

PEACE BE NOT SOLD
AT THE MARKETS OF DARK, PRIMAL
EVIL AMERICA

PEACE BE NOT SHOWN
TO ALL THOSE NEARBY FREAK-SHOW
PLANETS, ROADS OF PURE GALACTIC DECEIT

PEACE BE NO HIPPIE ARTIFACT
POOR INDU CURTAINS
SIMPLE ROOMS WITHOUT CHAIRS
LAVA LAMPS GLOWING, NO USE FOR THEM TODAY

PEACE BE NO LOST CAUSE
OR WILD, BEARDED CHILDREN
OF MARX, CURSED AT BIRTH BY THE CHURCH

PEACE BE NO POSTER, LEAFLET, BOOK
PEACE BE WRITTEN IN CAPITAL LETTERS
IN CHAPBOOKS LIKE THESE, LOST TO THE PUBLIC DISFIGURED EYE
PEACE BE NO PROMISE, OFFER OR
SELL-OUT, YOUR USUAL DAY-TO-DAY BULLSHIT, SPOONFED TO YA, NEWSPAPER
FEED

PEACE BE NOT STOLEN, I SAY IT AGAIN
PEACE OF NO USE FOR RATIONAL CLOCKS
BACKWARD CALENDARS, PSYCHEDELIC BOOKS OF MEMOIRS

PEACE BE NO GURU, NO BROTHER
PEACE BE BLOOD OF THE SUN, TRUE THIS TIME AND FLOWING, A GERMAN COMMUNE OF HANDS

PEACE BE PREGNANT, DISTANT, ARCTIC
NEVER DIVIDED OR GIVEN AWAY FOR FREE
TO RUTHLESS COLUMBUS’ MARKETEERS

PEACE BE NO RIB OF THE WHITE MAN

PEACE BE NO SPANISH BEADS, TRAVELING BOOTS, NOTHING

PEACE BE NO JEW OR HEAVEN, PEACE BE NOT NIRVANA, ACID, WEED OR SPEED OR MUSHROOMS

PEACE BE NO YOUTH, NO HONOR, PEACE BE HUMBLE INSTEAD, A BROKEN DOWN ANGEL COMPLETELY
PEACE BE MAN BY THE WAY, STANDING AT WHITE CROSS DOOR, DISTANT CHYMES THRU BURNING FIELDS OF OIL

PEACE BE BOURBON AND PORTER – PEACE BE FOREVER FREE FROM YOUR MIND

PEACE BE FOREVER FREE
FREEDOM FOREVER PEACEFUL

PEACE BE GOLDEN UTOPIAS, PEACE BE BRASIL, FUTURISTIC AIRPLANE, PEACE BE STILL YELLOW MAGICK, PEACE BE NOT BROKEN

2*LOVE

LOVE BE NO SIMPLE HAVEN FOR ANGEL-HEADED MADMEN, DISASTROUS MIRRORS OF EVER INFLATING EGOS

LOVE BE NO ELEVATORS, SEX MOTELS, ARABIC REALMS OF VISION, GARDENS OF HASH AND LUST

LOVE BE NEVER PRESCRIPTED, LOVE BE NO ABORTION PILL, OR ANY OTHER PILL FOR ANY OTHER SICKNESS, LOVE BE PURE, NO GREEN ROTTEN MEAT IN THE FRIDGE
SMELLING JUST LIKE FLOWERS

LOVE WILL NEVER BE ADDED TO YOUR INSTANT COFFEE, VEGETABLE SOUPS AND OTHER POWDERS, FAST-FOOD FRENZY OR DRUGS FOR THAT MATTER

LOVE BE NO SUDDEN BREAKDOWN OF SENSE, LOVE BE A BEACH AND THE OCEAN
LOVE BE YOU IN YOUR EYES, LOVE BE TEARS ON MY TONGUE

LOVE BE NO TIME MACHINES, SWOLLEN RED OVALS OF SAFETY, PUMPING MACHINES AND RUNAROUND SLAVES

LOVE BE NO RELEASE – LOVE BE A WILD BUT INNOCENT MOUSE TRAP, INDIAN VENUS, GODDESS OF TONGUES

LOVE BE NO SKETCH OR PAINTING, LOVE BE NO COLOR OR NOTE, LOVE BE NO UNDERLINED HAZE, DUTY, BREATH OR ILLUSION

LOVE BE A SUN SUNKEN BEAUTY’S BELLY, WHITE GOWNS OF TRUST AND HONOR – LOVE BE NEVER CONQUERED

LOVE BE NO SHIPS ON EASTERN SHORES, IMMIGRANT TALES, CHEAP WATCHTOWER REVELATIONS

LOVE BE NO DIVA, SISTER – LOVE BE NO MOURNING SONG OF THE WIND, CRYING
FOR THE YOUNG AND DECEASED

AMERICANA PANORAMAS OF TRUTH – CORNERED, SUNLIT, VACANT – LOVE BE NO DISTRICT, MAN

LOVE BE TWIN SLUM AND JUNGLE, LOVE BE NO BIBLE BOUND WITH BLOOD, WRITTEN WITH SEMEN

LOVE BE NO FIREWATER, LEATHER DRESSES, COFFINS – LOVE BE DRAGONFLY’S SCREAM – A THING YOU’VE NEVER HEARD

LOVE BE NO SALVATION – MESCALINE, CABA, TECATA – LOVE BE TEA AND CHEESE, SIMPLE BLACK BREAD AND OLIVES

LOVE BE WATERED, GARDENED AND CHROMED, LOVE BE POLITELY DRIVEN AWAY

LOVE BE FARAWAY DICTUMS, RULES FOR SOFT MAD CHILDREN – RULES ARE VERY SIMPLE, WE’VE HEARD THEM BEFORE
BROTHER

LOVE BE NO LAWS, RULES OR LIMITS – LOVE BE FOREVER PEACEFUL
PEACE BE FOREVER LOVED

LOVE BE ARHYTHMIC PRECISION, LOVE BE LAS VEGAS, LIGHTS OF THE DESERT

LOVE WE WIDE RED OCEANS
LOVE BE NO SIMPLE HAVEN

3*FREEDOM

FREEDOM BE NO SIMPLE ITEM, PEACE SIGN ON WATER – FREEDOM BE NO DEAD CHILD

FREEDOM BE CROCODILES BATHING, SWALLOWING EMPTY CONTINENTS  - GIVING BIRTH TO PASSION

FREEDOM BE NEVER A SPLATTERED TATTOO, WASTED CHOPPERS IN DEAD MOON VALLEYS

FREEDOM BE ONE-WAY WORD, EASY CHOICES OF FAITH, LOST IN DOUBT OF RELIGION

FREEDOM BE SHOTGUN JESUS, PRAISING AT FREAK CHURCH ALTAR, BLESSING THE TRAFFIC LIGHT MADNESS
FREEDOM BE NEVER GIMMICKS, ROUNDABOUT FINGERS OF GOD

FREEDOM BE NO BUDDHA’S HAIR
HIS EVER SLEEPING OAK TREE, CUT-UP LINE, INSERTED BY MISTAKE

FREEDOM BE NO CRESCENT, LINEN OR SHROUD – NO EASTER JOKE RESURRECTION

FREEDOM BE NOT PINPOINTED, FREEDOM BE NEVER ILLUSIONS OF TIME

FREEDOM BE NO HOUDINI, BABY’S HAIR OR CRYING ORCHIDS, FREEDOM BE NEVER CONQUEROR

FREEDOM BE NEVER DESOLATION OF SOUL, FLYING GUITARS, A HOOKAH – MAJESTIC, IRREVELANT, BLATANT

FREEDOM BE NOT REPRESENTED IN CHEAP BRITISH PAPERS – FREEDOM BE NEVER YOUR TOILET TRAIN

FREEDOM BE NEVER AN ARGUMENT, TRADEMARK OR PRODUCT – FREEDOM BE NEVER YOUR PROMISED LAND
CHOSEN OCCUPATION

FREEDOM BE NEVER A NAME OR FACE
FREEDOM BE HIGHWAYS OF DEATH
FREEDOM BE VAST HORIZONED VISIONS

FREEDOM BE BRAVE POOL STEPPES, BLANK CITY TOMBSTONES – FREEDOM BE BLACK, METALLIC

FREEDOM BE SCULPTURES OF MONKEYS, ANGELS TO SAINTS IN RAGS
FREEDOM FOREVER HARMONIC – NATURAL FLOATATION

FREEDOM FOREVER HARMONIC – HARMONY EVER FREE
FREEDOM BE PASTURES OF SLEEP

FREEDOM BE CALIFORNIA
MUTE AGONY BEATLE
SPLASHED ON DEAD GREEN WALLS
FOR FUTURE FINGERS TO FEEL

4*HARMONY

HARMONY BE NO NAME OF A GIRL
CHRISTIAN SIMPLISTIC MELODY
THE ONE OF HER PALE VAGINA

HARMONY BE NO BLACK BURDEN
NO TV SLAVERY TIME
CRUST IMPERIAL FISTS
HARMONY BE NO PEANUT
CHOCOLATE BUTTER OR ROSES
TRANSLATED TO VINE AND VENOM

HARMONY BE NO PHRASE ON YOUR DEATH BED, MARTYR CHAINS, FRA DOLCINO’S STIGMATA

HARMONY BE NO ROLLING STONES SONG OR HEROIN PROPHET OF DOOM
CARAMEL COUGH SYRUP

HARMONY BE NO BERLIN WHORE
PRISON, NURSERY OR BAR
NO LOVELIGHT, HUMANITY’S JUDGES – INSPECTORS OF BEAUTY AND TRUTH

HARMONY NEVER EXPOSED, KEPT BRITTLE INSTEAD IN SILENT LIMITS OF DAWN
WHILE JET GHOSTS DANCE ON CHILD’S WOOLY SKULL

HARMONY BE NO CONQUISTADOR
HARMONY BE NO ANCIENT WALL
LION CONSUMING THE DOVE, HIS LOVER

SENTENCED TO DEATH, PROUDLY DEPARTING, HARMONY NEVER DISARMED
BETWEEN YOUR ARMIES CORRODING IN RAIN

HARMONY BE NO REJECTED THOUGHT
NO ROULETTE, ARCHEOPTERYX’S SHADES
ON SKIES COLLAPSING WITHIN

HARMONY BE NO PUSHER OF MAGICK, HIGHER INSTANCE, SUSPENDED JURY – A GOLDEN ALARM PHONE TO GOD

HARMONY STILL IN FIGMENTS OF FRACTALS – HONEST, RELAXED AND DIGGING IN

HARMONY PRESENT IN DYING MIND’S LAST SPASMS, WEARY FROM WALKING ITS LIGHT YEARS

HARMONY BE RELENTLESS, A PARADOX OF LIFE, IN BATHROOMS FILLED WITH EARS, LISTENING TO THE WIND’S SONG

HARMONY BE FOREVER LOVE
LOVE BE FOREVER PEACE BE FREEDOM
HARMONY CUTS NO CIRCLE

HARMONY BE RIO – MURALS
NEVER CONFUSED IN HISTORY’S MUD
HARMONY BE REALITY’S WHITE LIGHT

HARMONY BE NO NAME OF A GIRL
BUT IT CERTAINLY APPEARS SO
TO AN UNEXPERIENCED EYE.

When the Chalk Falls Down

When the chalk falls down
You know it's winter
When the chalk falls down
You know she's true
And you touch her there, you know she's ready
And the bottom never shows in her blues
When the chalk falls down
From your weary cowboy boots

When the chalk falls down
You know it's over
When the chalk falls down
You've paid your dues
And you touch her there, and you take her here
And her mercy, in tons, gets renewed
When the chalk falls down
From your hat and your cowboy boots

When the chalk falls down
You know it's traveling
When the chalk falls down
You know it's good
And you walk her here, to the park on the hill
And the cross, the cross shines through
When the chalk falls down
On one too many heartless avenues

When the chalk falls down
You know the crescent
Is a beauty above this hill
And the moon is steady for her travelers
And the rivers run always very deep
When the chalk falls down from your head
Down to night's swift gracious feet
When the chalk falls down
The river never runs too deep

When the chalk falls down
Behind the make-up
Nature shows as given by the lord
And the lady is waiting for her jewelry
For the wind, for the bells and for the stone
When the chalk falls down
You know it's winter
When the chalk falls down
You're really home