Thursday, December 6, 2012

Meditations in Cafe Bassam


***

Written by Joel Day, Michael Burns, Scott Tuggle, and Ryan Stollar
December 2002 at the original Cafe Bassam in San Diego's Gaslamp Quarter


***

I. The Ambiance of Bassam

Sit we now, here in this subtle trance,
Lonely guys thinking of romance,
Dreaming thoughts of what is not to be,
Of love and its delicate subtlety —

A shadow! A banshee! Shelley's tongue lies on the floor,
Passion lurking, the image of a whore —
Scream! Run! from that which you cannot hide;
in the arms of the night doth my love abide.

Solubrity is death art; sex are our girls
Yet I ignore:

***

II. The Deception of Truth

Scent of the night on star-studded streets,
Beautiful angels, lurking, accept not defeat;
The sheet is our god; the world, our parapet;
Masturbated death, false yet so real —

Passionless orgasm confused by what you feel;
Bodies lightly shed, ashes of seduction lie waiting on the carpet,
With poetry as penis: we make love with our words;
Burning Cleopatra, a mortar wall of hate.

Ethereal peaks desire, forever doomed to wait.
Vodka quenches fire — please reverse this cursed fate;
Parents quench nothing behind disconnected hate —
Green light calling, heart's engine is dead.

Awake no more! Live with the dread!
Damn to hell this fate as the dark princess drags me to her bed

But I drowned in the ashtray, so fuck it.

***

III. Love Does Not Conquer All

Ecstasy of ignorance — Shout! Stamp! Impede!
Fuck Academia! Coagulation of minds bleed,
Waste of time is our bitter crime
Yet existential despair is the bitch we need.

"Grapes to wine as you to ecstasy" —
Dream your dreams, you fuck, I'm sure you'll learn
All of life's beauty inspires; celibaic virgin mind expires
As life, the fucking pedophile, rapes Disney the damn liar:

Beauty is a Beast seen through bleeding eyes;
The discursive subtle youth rapes future desires
While sinful age creates new, uncontrollable fires.

***

IV. Prophet, King, Poet, Cynic

"Beware of your past for it lies to the future!"
   "Ignore your noose; let morality die."
      "Cupid dies at last, slain for filthy lucor."
         "You poets are whores; man and god are a lie."

"Watch your words for they lead to death!"
   "The people have spoken: 'Fuck you! Damn opposition!'"
      "Yet sobriety remains in love's sweet breath."
         "Love's an illusion fed by your religious prostitution."

"Forget not the pleasures of the present!"
   "But, of course, as jewels crown military force."
      "Love is a ruby, we pray, ever incessant."
         "In the end, love dies by time, eternally scorched."

***

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

themes for worship.



worship with salt
sweat
body   mind   &
breasts   soul

art

worship with
orgasms in a chapel
of sound

   or color   heat
breath
      lips on
fire
singing with
eros

dance

worship with divine
memory
& death
   cancer
shake the branches of
pain

love

worship with
salt
   sugar
cayenne pepper


use no recipe


worship with a sprig of
   thyme.