The Poets Bible Vol1-3

LEE RICHARD KIRSTEN Poets Bible Vol 1-3 B a letchard inc odyssey ® creative rebellion since 1991 Published by Letchard Inc creative rebellion since 1991® London, England. editing and layout by Lee Richard Kirsten Copyright © 2005 Lee Richard Kirsten isbn 0-9548420-0-6 isbn-13 978-0954842000 All Rights Reserved. Protected by UK Copyright Service registration The Poets Bible: A Letchard Inc Odyssey: Vol. 1-3 cover concept by Lee Richard Kirsten front cover artwork: ‘end of hue’ © 2005 Gavin John Kerrigan. All Rights Reserved. printed in london, England by panache 2000 ltd To God Let my imagination laugh for me, as I break into the world, poker faced as a stoned apostle, true to the flying invisible kingdom, i have outlined to build. Lee Richard Kirsten. From Me And My Friendly Demon CONTENTS INTRODUCTION (11) THE POETS BIBLE (VOL.1) THE BIBLE THE BATH BLUE TICKET (IN) THE BOOK OF POEM LOST POEMS THE BLACK DOT THE ATOMIC BULLET COMIC (in three sections): a. HIGH TEA b. AN ESSAY AFTER A MOMENT IN HISTORY c. FINAL LOVE BURNT ACROSS MAGAZINE DRUGS (Reliquary: A and Reliquary: B) THE GLOWING ARM (in six sections): a. SUMMIT OF THE EVENING b. SEARCHING LIGHT c. ALLEY POSTER d. THE LAST POEM OF THE LAST POET e. SARDONIC SCRIPT f. OASIS NEWSPAPER 104 114 116 123 137 139 159 170 76 86 97 44 45 15 17 21 34 43 CONTENTS YOUNG MAN MAD WITH WORDS (the battle scrolls in two sections): a. LETTERS IN FADED INK b. DEVOTION EXPLORATORY KILLER-PROTECTOR THE RED LETTER THE EPIC THE LAST EXPLANATION (death defined) THE YELLOW PAMPHLET SLOW BOAT INTO THE SUN THE INTOXICATED POEM (in six sections): a. THE LOWLINESS OF A LONG DISTANCE TRAVELLER b. TREATY OF FALLS c. THE PAPER d. THE CHROMANTIC e. JOURNAL OF A HUNTER (a page from The Poets Trench) f. HOME BLUE TICKET (OUT) 264 266 269 243 253 257 261 242 181 182 201 210 213 217 229 232 241 ODE TO HELL (land of the current hill) 226 CONTENTS THE POETS BIBLE (VOL.2) THE POET THE POETS SERMON THE 24 HR FREAK-OUT MANIFESTO ASSIGNMENT (N 4) O 274 276 293 298 300 I HAVE A FIERY VISION TO PROMOTE A SENSORY INFERNO THE POETS BIBLE (VOL.3) THE SHRINE STRYCHNINE BISCUIT CALIBRATED SUNSHINE SUPERIOR SQUALOR STAGGER AND BLEND THE PURSUIT OF LIFE IN A RAM’S SKULL SWIMMING IN SLUM SOUP UNDER THE TANNING BALL 333 338 306 319 324 328 m INTRODUCTION All that I want to concern myself with is the rare vision of nature and to move amongst exceptional things, in the workshop of the imagination. I came down to earth and realised the intentions of the gods had been impressed upon me, a gem of reconstruction encrusted into my paper crown ... I had been rewired into a new fool: an agent of the gods, a symbol of dark deviant beauty, a poet whose soul lies now in shards. And so, I woke up just before the moon was expected to shine, then I went out to find intrigue and soon found myself tied to a gate with whip lashes across my back, it all didn’t make any damn sense ... but then the sun shot up and the ground started to burn my feet and the hot lord rose higher over my bowed head ... the birds began to jitter - the clouds began to litter - the drugs began to make me fitter; and then all in one high-octane adrenaline rush of appraisal for life, I dispersed the backropes and resisted the pearly gate and flew off richer, madder - more demented and most importantly free. I had come full circle. I had abseiled to the lowest cringe. I had solo climbed up to the highest reality and had returned happier, whole, whole-hearted - fierce, fierce. Lee Richard Kirsten (The Last Poet) THE POETS BIBLE a letchard inc odyssey Vol. 1-3 Poets Bible Vol 1 B  a letchard inc odyssey The Bible Opening Quote l Talons in the veins of the wrist, grapple out from the falcons unbroken fist. c c c c Understand the heart of a man most, by his choice of weapon. This entire happening, was once a dream. Don t mind about dying, take the risk. c c c c The Bath c c c c Remember to reach the seas & beach your knees on shores of gold. Blue Ticket c c c c  THE BIBLE A This is only the start ... AN INTEREST AT LARGE SEEN IN DETAIL Oh God bless this ... PICTURE PERFECT MOMENT The first time if it is not, make it! 18 LEAD THE WAY - YOUR OWN EFFORTS THE HEART OF THE STORY B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D So indecent but so “the-in-thing”, we worship the light of the decade ... AND BRICK DOWN FIRES Slapping down virtuoso money, in the knowledge of our involvement & the stakes going up EXPOSURE: Sometimes I freak-out so much, believing in the sights and the sounds - when it is only a world of order & beautiful chaos PRECEPT: Breathe in - breathe out - stay true to the dream BACK TO THE SCORE: Living it one little day at a time a letchard inc odyssey L E E HOWL THE FRENZIED HOWL OF THE WEREWOLF GOD! There is a new diatribe to sponsor  THE BIBLE B The poem is as it falls SYLLABUS ABYSS There is eagerness in the versatility of restlessness AND THE THING DRIVES ON ... 19 The innovator in fire, smoke and thunder assembled with demon and bohemian B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D CONCEIVE OF THIS: Clouds pour bankless, over the street lamp looming over a quiet dark lonely road, hung & fritzing like a dying vein, underneath the collar of an outlaw, swinging from the gallows stage, as ... EVERYTHING IS IMAGINED IN ONE REBELLIOUS SECOND Manuscript of the moment BUT IT ALL DISAPPEARS JUST LIKE THAT AND LEAVES AN INDELIBLE STAIN, THE CRIME SCENE POURING INTO THE NEXT RECEPTIVE BRAIN, I IMAGINE C Grateful for dreaming & love; I must love THE PROPHET MOVES ON ... Appreciating the warm return of spiritual friends and places - but not for too long ... a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE SNAPSHOT OF REVOLT IN MY MIRROR: A desperate journalist of an accidental society SPOTLIGHT Let it all hang out - your artistic Faust A TREASURE WORTH FINDING ~ 20 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E end The Book of Poem c c c c  THE BIBLE BIRTH OF A KING (The Year of The Fiend) Strange phenomena crowd my mind in the hot sticky nights of Augustine. I run to escape this enchanted madness, but my naked body is entrapped in a web of blind hate. It tears at my soul, draining the love I once knew, fulfilling it with destruction and hate. My name is Lucifer, King of death. UNTITLED 22 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Slowly the figure fades into the vastness, a shadow drags behind slothfully. The sun beats down, vapourising energy and will. Voices stab the figure, encouraging disbelief. Sweat pours down, running lines of exhaustion and tiredness. Dropping into the loose sand, the figure kneels and raging like the ocean, echoes out sweet blasphemy. Mirages dance in the distance, shimmering with deceitfulness. Slowly the figure dies, its ashes lay to rest, in saddened disfigurement. LET ME SLEEP THE DREAMLESS SLEEP I see narcotics in funny shapes, sizes. I see needles, veins. I see weird unexplained freedom. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE I stretch out my wings, feeling flight - death. Let me sleep the dreamless sleep, no pain, just a heavenly gain. I talk, my voice echoes in its box, my muted friends don’t answer; they’re dreaming themselves alive, leaving me to talk to God. My marrow dries, my skin dies. Let me sleep the dreamless sleep. UNTITLED Ancient warlords ride sturdy horses along dust blown paths. With bodies of armour and hands of sword, the army gathers upon a hill. Flags of cult whip in the wind. Ready to do battle the war trumpet is sounded, bellowing over the plains of Persia. The rumble of horses hooves beat the air, as the voices of men come together in the clashing of swords. Triumphantly the victor is crowned. Grievously the defeated is beheaded. BUDDED ROSE Romanticize all ye lovers. Read poetry, sing songs, drink wine, make love. Give a budded rose to her, when it blossoms - the time will be right. And just like the rose, you will open up to one another, smelling the essence of love. But be warned. If the rose is still budded and you open up, your 23 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE relationship shall be pricked by the thorns of life and both your hearts shall bleed, Left to wither in the garden of weeds. SHE’S IN MY DREAMS Her beige back and thigh, tans in the mid-day sun. The sand clings to her toes. Running through the clear surf, the water almost eagerly splashes upon her breasts. Her voice like soft music, tenderly caresses my ears almost seductively. To touch her would be a treasure, but she’s so far in my thoughts, in my dreams. Come here, I love you. UNTITLED Satin lovers Mexican dreamers Swan lake dancers Spanish fly seductions Provocative woman with idol bodies, out for a trip. Can you trust them. UNTITLED In your mind, you imagine - controlling thoughts and time. You blow out the sun, You touch the moons face, You can sculpture mountains, Control nature, Destroy enemies, 24 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Your arms are wings, soaring through Currents. You are invisible, You are a god Creating your own world Your paradise. PENDULUM CHASE Indulge in something light. Observe panoramic views, linked with space and time. Sip the pink champagne sky with its bubbly delight, feel the creamy clouds melt slowly down, chilling your throat. Talk to the peregrines gods of flight. The pendulum is timing us. Walk in the palace of Sultan rule, smell the money, steal the jewel. Crush the grape - taste the wine, pure from the vine sweet divine. The pendulum is chasing us. Horizons are yellow, orange and blue. Gulls fly south. The water is shaking with lines of white, the night is blue, full of fright. Champagne turns the colour of the night, its bubbles bring out stars and comets. The pendulum is dimming. Serpents bite the moon, poisoning the darkness. If you are brave it will not bite, ease your doubts feel its painted cold, smooth skin; look into its eyes, protect your kin. Kiss its pout. Lick its fang, have respect it’s a King. Give him wings - he will fly like a dove. Give him spine - he will bite your heel. 25 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The pendulum has fallen. Our dreams are shattered. NIGHT The frailty of relentless thought fades, into the dark open night. The forest is wet and damp. Voices are heard through the trees as the wind passes gently, sending a chill all around. The eeriness of crept up haunt, stalks its lonely and horrified prey, as wild beasts are formed in the clouds arrayed. On the earth, hasty footsteps crackle to the sound of withered leaves, scattered across the unwary trail, to defeat, to destruction. THE COMING (As Children Dream) A loud noise echoes through the cool midnight breeze. A sharp blinding light pierces through the heavens. I look up in glorified amazement, looking into the face of purity and grace. I feel my soul stirring deep within. Then, the holy one raises his hand and I feel all my earthly burdens been lifted. My naked body rises gently and I feel the warmth of God’s love wrap me tightly, for eternity. THE CHURCH Halo perimeters Timid saints Young virgins in gorgeous blood shed. Bent crucifixes displaying 26 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 27 a repulsive and distorted figure of Christ, Hypocritical confessional boxes, stained glass windows. Brass bells ringing - bringing together communion and gathering. Priesthood indoctrination - feasting on the good Lord’s body in desecration: breaking bread, drinking wine - flesh and blood intertwine. The 666 beast has risen. WHAT HAVE THEY LEFT FOR ME Setting suns stagger down a darkened alley, to their home fires & tea beside the telly, after a day’s job, well done. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Darkness draws its shadows, like vampire fangs growing longer - greater, crawling over the sun’s warmth - cooling fever - with great cool & vacancy. Get inside children. Playtime is over. Hasty shore waters rush like salty dogs after sticks, bashing the sand smooth. The moon cuts a white path over the glassy water and the splashing drops of fizzy sea, that foam onto our squirming tongues, they burn our soft skin throats, like seamen. The toilets are dirty with bad words & lonely phone call numbers and the public always piss miss & leave shit on the walls. It’s very late & it stinks here, but I am wide-open & in waiting. LAST NIGHT a letchard inc odyssey L E E I found her at a party last night. She was a rich golden honey blonde, with a broad innocent smile and  THE BIBLE helpful nature. The memories I recall out of my beverage mind are so wide and vague, that my perspective is slanted. Guardian carriage got me here safe. I was drunk, my sleep seemed restless, as though drawn out and made up of thoughts and not dreams, because it was a shallow rest. As I write, my mind is still clogged by the same, some what percentage of a dark burning evil water. 28 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D NAKED RADIANCE The nakedness of their bodies, is radiated under the cool midnight. With wet back and thigh, they make warm love. Entering into the game of foreplay, he feels her sensual wetness. Her inner beauty welcomes him deeply: rising, stiffening. Slowly he caresses her tender breasts, kissing them with care. The sound of lovemaking and arousal fills the nights air - rhythmically. TILL DEATH DO US PART Newly weds carry each other tight over the threshold of dreams: a white picket fence, crackling fireplace, cat and dog, boy and girl playing on a setting hill silhouettes fade. Renovation is needed, cracks are opening, the garden is dying, dog kills cat, children are sick, a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE dad beats mom. Wedlock vows are derailed, the train leaves its carriage entering into courtroom divorce, alimony settlement, family feud the children are confused. Their parents have broken the seal, the shiny gold band ring, it’s in their past Till death do us part? INSPIRATIONAL JUICE 29 K I R S T E N Inspirational juice, so succulent it gives life. It’s like citrus birth, a new season, with different ideas, all growing - dropping seeds that set us forth into another dimension, making us the pith of idea. Everything we make revolves around us, description is interpreted from unspoken thought, that we could never put out to the bleak, unsighted world of people with no depth - soon should they laugh at our words, for they are of amoeba nature, overpowering with their mass consciousness & insect rebellion The Invidual’s thoughtfulness, with vociferous bogus words & actions of no higher meaning. THE DRUIDS OF TIME The Druids of Time sit in candle lit rooms, smoking inspirational herb, wandering into pens and paper of imaginary rhymes that form shapes and emotions, dressed up in words that change the lives of the animated. We are the Druids, philosophers of time and romantic charm. Our words are in the hills, over the seas, crashing out into cores of dense molten, filling the earth with upliftment. Saving the human race from thought drought. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE BETRAYAL OF TWO TIMES (The Garden) Two betrayals spread out evenly, the beginning and the end. Two gardens proposing death in the hidden. Deception from these two kinds led us to be born - for a blood so new stained our future, saving us from the sacrifice. Isn’t it true that the Serpent and Judas’ greed were as ripe as the fruits that brought us here and in that poisoned our choice. Can you imagine the first shedding invocation of a difference. Innocence is cruel, like an extremely trusting Lamb led to the slaughter. Innocence makes each and everyone of us victims, all following the new order of death rising to a new life of naked rebirth. Many of us betray ourselves, kissing death on the cheek. Young death so appealing, you can fall in love with it. My death was so ripe, so fruitful that it changed life. I do not blame my elders or the great teachers for my death. I was just turned on by its thrill, it was so different. I wanted to see what was on the other side. 30 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE WISDOM Sitting here in my study mire, what can I from knowledge acquire? Dog-eared; brittle, leathery books lay dust dormant on these study shelves. What can I acquire I plead - is it fame, fortune, a degree or wisdom; all three can make me happy, but wisdom I guess all men seek in the fortified depths of life. The world cannot cheat a wise man - only he himself. So what do I do great source of unseen presence? What can make me solemn and wise? 31 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D ‘Wisdom is found in yourself and your reality with life and how much you are willing to see in the unseen. Seek wisdom out, don’t wait for it to find you.’ O great Visage, source of life, touch my eyes, ears, mouth and heart, to make me understand the world clearer. UNTITLED Eager to down the biting snake holding firm its body clear its venom golden. Fool you are to be in its lure. A numb head heavy feet. Another side - wish you were here, wish you could feel me, I am cold and smooth. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE UNTITLED All the moments passed and outlived, we have either made into movie or poem. The record of time never ceases to end, keeping the diamond on track and in tune to the labyrinth lives we have led. Obstacle on obstacle, pain bound with obstacle is void of expression, like a lost proposal to a mute girl. I was once told to forget the expectant eye and close my own to the audience of pressure. Staying in a world of your own is safer collusion with another could be disastrous, for the bits retained might not be your own. REPTILIAN SCALE Ancient photograph, scale of time preserved with memory kept with a glance. The young never get old and the old never die. 32 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Eyes re-occur in the smiling of pain, to the mourner who kills the dream with drink. UNTITLED We walked and talked and got lost in our words, at the end of our conversation we found ourselves in some other vicinity. Words have got us where we are today let’s just hope they can get us - back. 33 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Lost Poems c c c c  THE BIBLE I lay clasped in the hand of my master, guided through passion and dream. 35 Hungry highway slowly feeding the insatiable City, traffic. Behind the wheel like patterns steered we, traffic. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Into contemporary needs & new ways to feed the City’s magnet we, traffic. The City is not a place where we assemble for our way of life, it is where we stir up a letchard inc odyssey to honour our toast with, traffic jam. Poignant rebuke under a wilful crucifix. Paused suspension in sudden outcry will he release himself and discard the L E E  THE BIBLE thorny branch, or shall he give up, sink his head and fade into the throng? Do you doubt the promise? Will you forget and turn cold? Don’t you remember his words that stood bold and made you cry. Have you forgotten already? ‘Why did you leave me and join the goats, ramming the blunt tool into my palm, causing blood to spill over the tree, over the hill that firmly supported my thorn.’ I embraced your sin extracting it from the pretence 36 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Amen R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey SACRED BOWER ‘I shall make the uninvited guest informal and forecast a canopy of caustic to ooze the pious entrant.’ Dark, dazed side effects, equally weird and evil. To touch would be immediate entry. Mist or steam. Settling or rising. Settling next to her under the sheets. L E E  THE BIBLE Rising discreetly, discreetly pouncing. Caught tight in an outfit of fornication, never out growing it, never vowing. It comforts, proper and sober, for all what she is, is a mother figure of option. I do not wish to blindly propagate or lustfully in discomfort to connect and disconnect in the selfish hour. A minute of love overpowers all these aspects modestly, with accomplishment. 37 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D ‘Offer him something, quick, quick.’ ‘Tea or whiskey sir?’ ‘Are you finding it perennial between the words or shall you cope?’ ‘Uh! Whiskey please if you do.’ Cold growing distraction under the needle in the vein. ‘Hot, it’s getting hot, almost too tempered.’ Illusion by chemical fits like a mask, stipulating recreation out of imagination; until the strap is cut and reality waxes and the wage of addiction is spent ‘Oh dear, quick wake him up, oh no is he drunk?’ Still, is its fascination. Men never get weary of its expense: its costly recruitment to the line. The truth is hidden, just like the lead and shrapnel covered in crimson. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The sickness lies in the neglect of aftermath, where food is scarce and money shallow. What can be done for now? What can be said, to those who have waited and those who’ve returned. Who will pin them and their pride? Who will sacrifice his soul, on the altar of war? Cover me over - dust to dust. Cover me over - ashes to ashes. 38 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Depression is gracefully killing. Massing heartache In the echoing thought. A new person Needs to come From this sour seed. I need sex and drink drugs and creation. I need to see things as They aren’t and exchange Pain for numbness Prolonging desire in the Fulfilled need. Strangers will show me the way But only if I see things fit enough for a growing King. The moon shall not wait for a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The half-hearted man. Change needs commitment. The quiver is full and the target for the taking. 39 Bodies surround me, Unorbited Switched off to The slurring elements. All is ceramic In neat detail With a last glint. I pluck a feather out of the sky I run my fingers over water, like glass Abstract similarities All earnest behind the Cabinet’s window. Mythical splendour Plush and rosy Coveted by a Devil. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey FALCON Spread the sun On your tail, The shine on Your feather. L E E  THE BIBLE Push altitude To your limit & Penetrate with your Skilful eye The prairie your Shadow possesses. Dive quick & Comfort your Prey with Crimson claw & Pluck out its eye to Reward your sight & Eat out its tongue to Revenge the lies & Tear off its ears To soften the rumours. The currents shall hold you & The sun shall possess you. You are the brave, the strong & the struggling. You are the Falcon, Paragon of flight. 40 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey Any law that compromises - is as impotent as the power that governs over it. L E E Her understanding was always of a child, seeing the pasture in the battlefield.  THE BIBLE An individual who becomes dependant on something, which transcends them only to a temporary level - begins to grow weak in spirit. 41 In the cross-hairs blood splatters against the walls, there sprayed for the children to learn. The scuffed claw like an overcast jewel, is disallowing for us to look inside, at the water-mark of its worth; The perforating amethyst, the vinyl claw, eating a grip into our valueless trudgings. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D There is no aim for a man who has no teacher, master, etc. I have retired and seen many things; though nothing so great as a man who knows himself. I wager that day would give much to see the play of night. Though not all fair, who will wrong it over right. The gods are curious and are game for anything. Remember to discipline your face, to uplift your defences. I see God revealing his pain in the grotesque reality of today. a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Temptation is the opportunity to learn something about eternal pain. Great weakness, is the foundation of great strength. Map your own creation. The Black Dot c c c c The Atomic Bullet Comic c c c c High Tea c c c c  THE BIBLE ACT ONE RIBBONS AND MEDALS (Sernel enters) SERNEL: 46 K I R S T E N Dandy welcomes and dolly kisses to the stage at High Tea, where the tea is high and always green and nothing is what it seems. From afar you have come from stores ajar, on trucks and coaches and cars, bright as bristles and red as pipes, all types of twist and tell. Sernel is my name, as in sergeant and in colonel, but for no infernal militant fame do I intend to aim, but to bring to you, a strict thick madness, of a kind closer than near, so it is well you are here, so high and dry and plumed like feathers try, so fold your wings and things asleep and fall back deep into your seat. (Tea-Cosy enters) I am Tea-Cosy, here supposedly with a word or two, to soothe your cosy watch-chain-hour and the games court in your tower. Young at heart, I dart with my arms stretched apart, fall on my chin and within time I heal, ready to traipse and trot with stains of tea pouring down to my heel. And now ... SERNEL: (Assertively) And do get it right this time, soldier! TEA-COSY: Filigrees and Dents, I introduce to you your host and the ghost of the boast, tad-daa. (Letchard enters) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: 47 (Points with prim finger to the sky) Ahhh. A souvenir am I, for your minds to have near by, so find a place or palace and if not there have I at spare: there is cushy cocker band for the authentic man and for a mad Mrs Roof, her claw and ball hoof. There are paisley-tongued gowns, for the high coming down, fireplace purled fabric and unfurled wool-brick. There is mildew velvet and vinyl helmets, water cushions, woven hairs and cinnamon chairs for the pushy ones. (Letchard exits) SERNEL: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D And now authentic attendants, wherever you are, in tents or bent basilicas, please give a pricey applaud for the curtain haul and the rollicking madness after all. (Curtain rises) SERNEL: From under the gowns of shrubberies, the night in shoo and blab swims over the mortuary slab, over the nursery school, passed the silos and piles of straw, onto the ballroom floor. And listen, you can hear the waltz at dark, that soft black shoe over polished bark and then off again, over the tavern, over the foundry, over he hill and peak and listen to it speak, as the coffin opens with a creak. TEA-COSY: Through the heads of trees, street lamps send shafts of light, sharp and smooth on the misted breeze. Squeezed from a tire, from the occasional car, a stone is fired into soft silver grass, where patient beetles loosening their bows, latch away their legs and toes. A row of abodes: matchboxes, drift dearie-dee on the a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 48 thud thick black, and the safety matches hit the sack and the dogs moan to their fleas and the cats spit and fight and the moths ram into the light of the one and only house that burns yellow like a bottle brush of egg; and coming up the road you can hear him step, you can hear the puddles on the sugar shiny road, spat and plop and you can hear the depth at the bend of an ear - hear the hallucination, see the fascination and see the yellow disappear from our peeping minds, as the light turns-out, goodnight. (Curtain drops) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE MONOCLES AND HANDKERCHIEFS 49 (Service bell rings in background and curtain rises) LETCHARD: Good hello, with a clump of Tallow in my cup. The tea cart has arrived and now the start of a marvellous morn, is contrived in the marigold lawn: carnival wheeled across a field of luxury, laughs and such eulogies of life. Bugled and belled the air struts and the usual spell of mania, it takes us tamely near the bowl of colour, caricature and picture. Follow till the ending; it is only a little mellow bending. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D INTERVAL: Words be freedom, sentences be wings, set them together for a new height in things. (Tea-Cosy enters) TEA-COSY: In the soft cardigan garden, of his untold dwelling, Letchard lights up a sensational Section, spelling out phrase after phrase, to the gifted ears lifted about. LETCHARD: (In the garden) Snake pies, pelican eyes, the slake beast lies in an elegant high, while its biscuit eyes and whisker tries to see beyond the wireless tune. (On the roof) The Petticoat Road, with its berries, cottages and loads of cut hedges, goes on and on with a windmill or none, or a park in the sun on a swing. Though nothing is as fine as a bench and the sense that scones and fences go together. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 50 (In his mind) Penknife. Walk-in cupboard. Feather duster. Shoebox. Stale photographs. Ugly neck ties. New hat. Broken necklace. TEA-COSY: Shoe for shoe, Letchard steps through the garden, contemplating on the kind of dye, ink and paint to swirl in the beaker of his mind. LETCHARD: I say, how about this then: a bright wooden bottle; a night moon and pot hole; the lint off a beard; a stint spent stoned and weird; a jug of rain for roots and a chug of trains which toots, all to neatly fit into a book. (Letchard and Tea-Cosy exit) NOTICE: It has been reported, that a Distorted Character, having a keen insight into the chit-chat of things, has stumbled upon a Euphuistical Cat. Having been described as a mellow creature with a full rich cello speech, the cat appeared with no signal as to its intentions, over-laying the gasping character with a thirsty wit and wet spit. The Distorted Character had this to say: (Distorted Character enters) DISTORTED CHARACTER: Well, it all took shape when in matin flight, from a crêpe satin bush, bedazzling me with light lisps and counts that the B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 51 ambusher appeared. It held luxuriantly between its claws a meditative cigarette and in the air lay paused in sophistication, on a soft green leather chair, puffing on its smoke seductively, whilst I stared. It then spoke. Its words sharing a tone with my very own thoughts, words so splendent, that they brought me to fall into a pendant sleep and then, was I then deeply brilliant. But of course, naturally everything changed, for now the eccentric creature laid kaput on a mangy thatched carpet. No longer did it smoke a cigarette, for with each allusive toke, each one dreamier than the after most, did it post to its lips a handsome Pipe and leaning in towards me, whilst the cannabis glowed in the Pipes orifice, did say: ‘Now don’t you think mind games with toys, is a delicate poise.’ B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D (Distorted Character exits and curtain drops) a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ACT TWO BELTS AND BUCKLES 52 (Curtain rises and Tea-Cosy enters, Letchard is seen seated by a desk in the background) TEA-COSY: With pen pouring into a sheet of pine, Letchard locks arms with the colours in his mind; and he sways and like a drunk pheasant he brays, spilling his jug of mother-love and shrilling above his fathers snore for more, more of the violent nets and crow-nests, where the lively violins saw and the wifely doorbells ring for more, more of that orgasm wail, that rising organism of detail; and he, that lazy Bandstand Player, he slips a smile on his trumpet lips and forgets for a while where his trouble lives. LETCHARD: Brush boy burn, brush boy burn, Your whip and spurn and bucket jewel, Shall not turn you red to cool. Stale cigarettes calm your sores And the clocks and cradles matter no more. Light it and dip it. This is the appetite of your poverty, Winter is inside your heart And your baths are weeks and nights apart And as you well know, The mildew and yeasty groin Draw in, the scum and the bruised And what you used is how you grow. Sip it and smoke it. Coffee and tar Sugar and smoke Tuffstone and fire Ash and spit B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Stub and bile Stain and spill Factory silence And the barbed wire kill. Swing it and pour it again. The cylinder cinder and purple finger, The rim chipped and the blooded lip. The Bandit Poet strolls by breakfast, lunch And supper, In search for words, an upper, A compassionate bed And in the heads-air, that in pops and cracks tears, Is a serious life, The one held Before that Dark delirious dare. TEA-COSY: 53 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Shadowy and deep, the Crooner’s letters lurk low in the sheet of paper, perhaps scared to creep from their furrows, as it is better that the heart does not spill until it is dead. From a window, a light in Ianguid array, sedates the objects on the desk: a quarter-full jar of ink, slippery as prized marble, possess in its little rink, the most magnificent black possible. A black one could send against a wall to spatter and no one at all, no matter for their life, would be able to remove it. A traditional cup, holds a shiny medley of a familiar vermilion tea and the tall dark tincture of a Resin-THC. A muted candle, with drool down its sides, stands rooted into a bottle and a holder of water, it distils, as yet as unperceived as a porthole unchallenged out at sea. (Tea-Cosy exits) INTERVAL: The unwrapping of the bird’s song, swished sweet inside the mouth, of not only one ear. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 54 (Tea-Cosy enters holding an archery bow in one hand and an arrow with a rope tied to it in the other) TEA-COSY: (In announcement) It is high time for tea it is! (Tea-Cosy shoots the arrow across from one end of the stage to the other and rope is pulled) Heave! Heave! (Tea-Cosy exits and Letchard and Sernel are pulled onto the stage on a platform with wheels, seated on a sofa, behind a table, containing a teapot, teacups and other finery) K I R S T E N SERNEL: Do you believe it is from hammocks and boxes where those thieving crows come? LETCHARD: Who knows, but as I said, it is better they are fed, than dead. (Takes a sip of tea) SERNEL: Yes, but did you not say, you wished they took the poodle hair scarf, rather than the blue one; you would wear for a laugh. LETCHARD: That is half true, besides if it warms their jewellery, then there is no reason to begin a storm. SERNEL: (Sipping on his tea) Nice cuppa this is. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: 55 I sure miss the old hostel I do: the fossil furniture within, the mad overture of the inmates grin, the woollen radio crackling, as while a violin and piano cart the moth mind lace through the butterfly-works, where lurk suitcase memories of moustached men living in their mothers den, where care is a cake and kisses are as wet as tea. (Takes a sip of tea) Aah. SERNEL: Would you care for One? (Sernel offers Letchard a White-Leg from a silver cigarette case, also taking one for himself) LETCHARD: A darling Ling, why how treating. (Sernel lights-up Letchard, then himself) LETCHARD AND SERNEL: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N (Together) And now lavish gallery, it is by time of old, that we made our knavish leave. Heave tiger! Heave! (Letchard and Sernel are pulled off the stage and curtain drops) a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE RED COATS AND PAMPAS GRASS 56 (Curtain rises and Letchard is seen sitting by a desk, gazing out of a window) LETCHARD: There now, stillness is resting nesting. She took from a gloomy vase A dozen dripping stars And the room in-a-sudden Lifted out Carrying mind good-bye From stout. I am to think Where comets lay And find a spider there, Her retreat must be such air, Her feet are smooth and fair. Watch over me young navel, I travel unsafe And quaver. (Sernel enters) SERNEL: Poetry; small days and flashbacks are made to resemble this fine monstrosity. Assemble the troops officer, this cockaded flank has duty to parade: tramp mud and blood; spit boot and groom that weapon. Find the quarters below the earth, where the mind reports of mirth Line the trout; storm the trench and ignite the dugout, but do not score their uniforms, for we shall sell them reverently after the war. (Sernel exits) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: 57 Poetry a life, poetry a drug, poetry the only vessel to unperturbed finality. (A raspberry is blown in the background and Raspberry enters) RASPBERRY: Merry wishes you Highness. Bottled bees (Blows a Raspberry) I am Raspberry, the Party messenger by hit or miss, proposing for your notice. So pick a ticket your Highness (Pulls out a hand of tickets and Letchard takes one) but hide it in your pocket, as is to be you pass is free, to the Locket of Lunacy. Bottled bees (Blows a Raspberry) I am Raspberry. LETCHARD: A Party of what matter? RASPBERRY: Why, laughter, cries and hearty chatter. It is a Party your Highness of kettle talk, with hardly a petal removed from its stalk. It is bubbles, juggles and fumbles your Gladness, things to bring your latent madness out: to be seen, but not told. Bottled bees (Blows a Raspberry) I am Raspberry. LETCHARD: And dress, what costume shall I be putting on? RASPBERRY: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E Your Highness will assume a silly suit of humour, in short the sorts of a costume made for the stage, brass button armour and linen as straight as a page. (Preparing to exit) And now ...  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: 58 Wait! Wait! Say, I was just about to fetch a splash of tea for us, I am dead thirsty. RASPBERRY: Aaaah, the swill of childish bliss and for your Highness have I just the fill. (Takes out from hip pocket a small bottle and hands it to Letchard) A frill to dust your dryness, for your Shyness to have and to hold as a last memory. Bottled bees, I am Raspberry. (Raspberry exits and Blows a Raspberry and curtain drops) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE MAGIC LANTERNS AND MUSIC GRINDERS (Sernel enters) SERNEL: 59 And now Ladies and Gents, it is by time to allow of zany evidence, a dream to endow your crazy sense. (Curtain rises) SERNEL: Down a fangled grove, acrobats and minstrels rove, in spangled spats and hats, orange, yellow and mauve. Minstrels under their billowing hats, ensemble below at a bower-shaper, setting string and vapour, under a brush of bubble-gum paper. Whistling lips and somersaults, heads at hips with tricks, the acrobatic boozer dolts pile up like pick-up-sticks. A pantaloon plays a spoon, on a tub of dirty dishes, while a manic-loon blows a tuba, at his late grandfathers wishes; and the reputed two: sister Nettle and cousin Poe, play their ‘Boil it, Toilet’, staccato for the spewing and the foaming on their padded balconies and soft rows. (Sernel takes out a White-Leg from a silver cigarette case, lighting it) SERNEL: Laugh all you can, laugh like a day at ease, for this band of talents is what deity is. Laugh more, laugh more and strip your sides, trip wide, guffaw and count the tides, your mind is every pattern woven, the magic is your own, a kind of slippery satin chosen, is the mad-sick tone. (Tea-Cosy enters) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE TEA-COSY: 60 Quietly as the voice fades, livening instruments gently are tuned and warmed as once again, well-informed, the voice performs its words of choice. SERNEL: Listen for the motive, the music most of all, the malady is a catchy one, a roller coaster fall. Listen to the colours, taste the dripping ones and spend your day fun hours, zipping passed the sun. And in the madness of your making, turn away from grey, abandon all your sadness, clearly seeing the way. K I R S T E N (Sernel exits) TEA-COSY: The voice for the last time subsides and in full vibration, the instruments now abide, to their portion of romance and trance. INTERVAL: Where ever he went, he carried his moustache and when asked why, he would reply and explain that it was plainly, a family heirloom. TEA-COSY: Paved with the bums of bottles, a road runs passed hotels and brothels, stores and pubs, roars and hubbubs (Letchard enters, seating himself in front of a bar-counter) TEA-COSY: Entering a pub, Letchard seats himself and greets the barman, as a Jar Man slips from his support and a head dips into B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 61 its quart. Off the walls in sorts of animal suspicions, hang tameable tricks and tears, visors of haughty expressions, made happy with drinks and beers; and pairing with a pinking shears, the pieces off his customers, a butcher-barber-cut-off-ears, wets his comb and precedes yes, to style yet another outpatient from The Home. (Sernel enters) SERNEL: The rare inhale of ale on-tap sweetly wraps the air. The wood-ware from spilt drinks and polish is dull and tacky and it all takes one back, to the frilled labels on beverages and the hint of skin in lace and pearls. Never was such an age so filled with wine and sunshine: the many parasols and fellows smoking their woodbines, strolling unwedded and rolling in love. And it is splendid to recall the bend, that did lead to all the times we did spend in the derelict mews, heady with stews and brews, merry amid the sparrows and wheelbarrows, the stirrups and hips, the undone tassels and the tons of hassles of being free. (Bree, the barman stands behind bar-counter) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N BREE: Letchard. Would you care for a spot of tea? LETCHARD: Why yes Bree, a half-pint sounds splendid. BREE: If it were my guess, it is a pot-hot-Joint you are missing mostly. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: Yes, you are quite right Bree. Bright as always. BREE: 62 Have you heard; there is a sideshow been put on in the town’s square? LETCHARD: Will you be going? BREE: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D No, but one thing though, I would not mind seeing it become a box office success, I hear it’s very ornate. LETCHARD: (Drinks down last of tea) Ahhh, well it will just have to carry-on to impress won’t it. BREE: Yesss. (Curtain drops) a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ACT THREE SPIC AND SPAN (Sernel enters to stand behind a podium) SERNEL: 63 All those thoughtlessly far-gone, it is whistled and wished you stay that way, so come along and be extraordinaire, comeon and play and rare without care. Jump up and strip into those special clothes and become that child who very well knows, when to raise the curtain and show the show. (Curtain rises) SERNEL: See the show of a Life’s find, the greatest exhibition; see the excerpt of a rife mind, the latest extra dishing. Clamour up to the sale of day-to-day paraphernalia, as for the very best I will tell you all, you cannot get better by a longer straw. So clamour up as member or leader of this day-to-day memorabilia and consider the curious dream and at once the bidding will begin, once you have been ridden of that furious theme. Going once, going twice, going three times - sold! (Curtain drops) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE OLD BRIGADE STREET (Sernel enters) SERNEL: 64 K I R S T E N On Old Brigade Street, the promenade of marching happy feet, daily pass to greet and daIly on their funny friendly street; and in their booths the black telephones click and down the track backed roads the trolley busses start and stick and in every mustard store, is a custard door to that old home space; and the buildings and houses face the sun and the fields of Green and Gold hoist the horizon and on every porch and tile sits someone, torching that beloved Pipe or Section, smiling upon the day, in that old fashioned way. (Sernel exits) INTERVAL: Side burned with an epaulette on his top lip, the Brigadier announced he was stripping rank, for a shave. (Tea-Cosy enters) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D TEA-COSY: Simmering along a shimmering footpath, hooting passed the half daft dandies and heart to heart ladies; Letchard enters a corner lounge, ordering a sound Hinge of a warm to hot salvage. (Letchard enters and is seated by a table, followed by a waitress with his order) LETCHARD: Waitress, I ask you, when will Mr Cigar be popping in? a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE WAITRESS: 65 Well sir, I know he stops on here regularly, in fact sir, I think he is likely to arrive here at high tea. LETCHARD: Well when he arrives, could you please alert him to join me. Thank-you. (Sernel enters) SERNEL: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D High in their roomy gables, seated behind their tasty tables, the mad regulars gossip and chat, sipping stably away at their tea, as on long standing broadcast a grand symphony, is brought at last to a landing degree. From the waxed kitchen, the perfume of soups and flans relume the stacks of itching troops and prized citizens, who flatly presume that period pieces and facts are nothing more than frames and cabinets for the sober. INTERVAL: The strapping fire tenders drilled with a nodding song, under their brass helmets. (Mr Cigar enters) TEA-COSY: Popping in for his usual Tea and Toast test, Mr Cigar is casually by the hostess, pointed to where Letchard is leisurely in his sweet asylum, seated on his best. MR CIGAR: Letchard! a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 66 (Letchard turns around, getting up from the table, to shake hands with Mr Cigar) MR CIGAR: Letchard dear boy, fancy meeting you here. LETCHARD: Smashing to see you, you dashing fellow, I do say do you come here often. MR CIGAR: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Ha! LETCHARD: Please, please, have a seat. TEA-COSY: Reminiscing mentally in dozy mouthfuls, on the moments spent rosy and doubtful of reason, Letchard and Mr Cigar ease on, shining and dining in the light of a very fine Thing. (Letchard receives a White-Leg making its rounds in the room) LETCHARD: (Takes a draw) Dancy stuff this is, dancy stuff. (Letchard hands the White-Leg to Mr Cigar) R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E MR CIGAR: (Takes a draw) Yes, yes fine stuff, fine stuff.  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: The Park. MR CIGAR: The Park? LETCHARD: Yes, let us go to The Park. MR CIGAR: 67 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Why now, that sure sparks a fond memory or two. LETCHARD: Marvellous, yes-yes absolutely marvellous. (Curtain drops) R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE THREADBARE GOODIES AND SPARE PARTS (Tea-Cosy enters) TEA-COSY: 68 Running small races with untucked shirts and undone laces, Letchard and Mr Cigar on the clap-tap-tar, pay visits to the many far places, supporting and introducing themselves as play-play Sirs, when ever the sporting need occurs. Waving passed the grinning cars and tea sheds, the red brick houses and flower beds, Letchard and Mr Cigar wade, their trousers strutting through the tall balustrade of the haphazard Budding Heads, to the place that has its balanced trade on-up ahead. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D (Tea-Cosy exits) INTERVAL: Those penny-farthing dreams are always a tinkle away from the corner they still today wink till. (Sernel enters) SERNEL: What pure hark it is to stride in the stupor of the sun and kick with a shoe the powder of a blossom. To be outstretched on a Far Fetched Lawn, on an excursion sworn to adorn. Indeed, there is value in the picnic in the park, where all the remarkable people sit in the holiday of the gramophone, feeling all perfectly at home. (Sernel exits) (Tuneful whistling is heard in the background as Letchard and Mr Cigar enter) a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: Here we go; we finally made it then. MR CIGAR: 69 Yes, despite the short stop at the chess club, we made it in the best of time. LETCHARD: Right, do we wait here or look? K I R S T E N MR CIGAR: I think ... (Packet appears from behind a bush) MR PACKET: That gentlemen will not be necessary. I am by all means Mr Packet and it is my swapping knack, which makes me the top-lemon of all the other legmen. As is seen I am no lavy or dilly-frilly-fop, for don’t I wear: a scurvy red beret, a moldy Persian scarf, a frayed cuffed coat and to my trouser loop a hessian pouch of the finest growing Crop. LETCHARD: Fabulous day isn’t it? B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E MR CIGAR: Yes, isn’t it just.  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: 70 I say, how about this then Mr Packet. I swap you this (Holds out a bottle of marbles) my bottle of marbles, for that (Points to the hessian pouch) your Round of Golf in The Park. Deal? MR PACKET: Oh yes mister, it is a fair steal for the colourful vista, there to be revealed. LETCHARD: Then it is settled. To the OIympiad, Damned Friar or frog-toe, I must there into go. (Curtain drops) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ACT FOUR TALKING LAMPS AND COUCHES 71 (Curtain rises and Letchard is seen seated by desk) LETCHARD: Have you seen the intangibIe battalion In the order of the day? Tense artillery Exotic fire On the forefront Of orbital play. There is non-stop madness As the hot horseshoe melts the hoof And drives the horse away. And for them of civil good, Let them trench like weevils in wood, For their cigarettes red quiet, And the night cadet’s cry out, Are the only things to still them still. As for animals, There is no wonder Why manes Are constructed Of fantasy And fantasy Alone. (Letchard rings service bell and Tea-Cosy enters with the gift given by Raspberry on a salver) LETCHARD: (Impressed) My, my B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE TEA-COSY: Your drink sir. LETCHARD: A notable curio, if I may say so. TEA-COSY: And a peculiar content, if I might add sir. LETCHARD: 72 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Yes, our answer is definitely in fond regards for familiar things, as with milk and cookies; pots and stoves; books and shelves; pee and pee pots; knitting machines and linen; cuffs and bruises; buttons and cuffs; wine and horses; whiskey and whiskers; beer and beards; watches and hands; sown seeds and sand and so on. TEA-COSY: Would you like me to pour sir? LETCHARD: Thank-you my good one (Tea-Cosy pours and Letchard raises glass) Here is to soliloquy and to a health and a wealth of thoughts and fresh ideas. Cheers. (Tea-Cosy exits and Dolly Grey enters) DOLLY GREY: (Purring) Well, what is it we are having here? a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE LETCHARD: Nothing dear. DOLLY GREY: 73 Aren’t you going to allow me to taste, from that noble container? LETCHARD: A taste. Well for that you will need a short smell for savour, a shallow utensil for flavour, a mind on balance to combine resemblance with proof and most but not least, a favourite tooth for my hall of trophies. DOLLY GREY: Oh so courteous. LETCHARD: Oh so pert and yes, it is for your own good. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N DOLLY GREY: a letchard inc odyssey Oh I refuse to be taken lightly. LETCHARD: Now, now Dolly Grey, in lilac and black there is no lack of comfort there, as with wallpapered walls and an invitation to share a seat, in a Liquorice Room with Exquisite-heat. There is factor abound and method found in ones own madness. Each one to themselves, it is mine, it is mine, it is mine. (Letchard and Dolly Grey exit) L E E  THE BIBLE INTERVAL: He kept a stirring teaspoon in his boutonniere and when ever he mixed with company, a delightful concoction was was shared (Sernel enters) SERNEL: 74 K I R S T E N The dusty coat of arm and the charm of remote standing, is as it must be, the theatre of theatres. Striped arm, uniform balm, the eloquent cinema and elephant grammar, are the animal endings to personal beginnings; and hitting on their Gerricks in moonlit barracks, good people write homeward letters, between walls of red and brown brick. He is insane and he is sane, insane and sane, insane, sane. (Curtain drops) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ACT FIVE HATS CAPES AND CANES 75 (Curtain rises and Tea-Cosy and Letchard enters) TEA-COSY: Minding his own business and bliss, Letchard passes by the town and gown of everyday that and this, seeing kids in pyjamas and cats as calm as cameras; and the running children land on their chins and the sun spins down and pops on a pin and Letchard waves to the tin thin light and smiles goodnightgoodnight-goodnight. (Curtain drops) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END An Essay After a Moment In History c c c c  THE BIBLE 77 (PLEASE DO NOT WHISTLE) ACT ONE (Enter Weed Warmer) WEED WARMER: Ants and decadents, feathered chats and musical prats, connoisseurs and dears, I do-so bleach you and landscape, for a mere mad escape, into the regal shape of hearts. (Curtain lifts revealing Moth Worm and Pebble Boy) K I R S T E N MOTH WORM: Steadying-on on the Cool Flat Grass, beneath the fast brass fuel in the sky, the partisans and artisans by their biscuit ministries and watering cans, live onward in their pullovers and real days, from day to material day. And in a way, in crosslegged breeches, the Smokers and Poets and Haggard Preachers, with gags and notes and speeches, they set fire to their Admiral-cigarettes, on the Blunt and antique beaches. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D PEBBLE BOY: And while reading their Atomic Bullet Comics and indeed play acting their erotic farm kicks, the Bandmaster and Showcaster sip silently on the last of their Salamander-tea, across from the florist, toy, pet and book shop. MOTH WORM: Behind winter-time windows and moss that grows, old girls and similar ladies with plastic hair and war-time prose, play rummy and simply smell of fragrant rose and coffee as drunkenly to their ivory radios they hum, waiting for their linoleum a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 78 suppers and their hubbies to arrive back from the circus or chemist, where on purpose they must be a part of the arena mist. PEBBLE BOY: And lounging and commenting all day on their hot-lotiontoddies, the Conversationalists and Lingerie Parachutists, with their reading room pleasantry and hobbies, mention and list not only their love of Liquorice-wheat and peasantry, but of laughing sickness, milestones and the fee. WEED WARMER: K I R S T E N And with a lot of velvet and vigour, the Pot Purring Sopranos and all but bigger shows, carry on and on and on. B Poets Bible (Curtain falls) R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ACT TWO 79 (Curtain lifts and a spotlight falls onto Showcaster and Bandmaster) SHOWCASTER: I say, what is there to do about these so-called Constables and their unstable ways? BANDMASTER: Collect them dutifully of course, as for all we know they could be a well turned out Band of Men, smart at heart and unspoken in their solid uniforms. SHOWCASTER: Yes I must admit, things certainly are lasting for the good, like old brown ink and ticket stubs, match books and the story of sand. BANDMASTER: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N Yes, really, admission is something widely suitable. a letchard inc odyssey SHOWCASTER: Would you favour another Ling? BANDMASTER: Why yes grandfather. L E E SHOWCASTER: Oh stop it.  THE BIBLE BANDMASTER: 80 We shall work and work at that (Bandmaster holds out the Ling) creating legends from the tip-ends of our hats, to the ship-shape of our shoes. There is confusing weather and calm conclusion. I love it. (Spotlight fades off Showcaster and Bandmaster) (Enter Peach-Wort) PEACH-WORT: K I R S T E N Trol-lop-tra-la-loo listen to my hoo, troI-lop-tra-la-loo it is for you and you and you: He loves the taste more than ever, as He sits in the study parlour clever, assembled amongst mantis pants and poplin coats, rum and tea and Reefer-boats. And here where service is always with a smile, one can taste and laugh the teapots porcelain and Green-rum tots poured still into the brain. (A dog howls in the background) PEACH-WORT: My Masters voice, why, why, why-yes, I must be off and a day, yes off to the cafe studio of thought. (Exit Peach-Wort) NEWS ANNOUNCER: (Heard in background) We now cross over briefly to our news banquet. (Enter Radio Speaker) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE RADIO SPEAKER: 81 Leaving the Old Brown House, I proceeded down Rookery Street with its spooky smells of wet shadows and Burningwheat. In passing and in passing I noticed I became subject to numerous whispering windows and humorous whistling tones, that fast began to have effect on me. I was not alone and then and then I knew no one could save me, not even Villains with well crafted tobacco and suede filters, as I felt myself having back to go , for my fill and stir of complete insanity (Exit Radio Speaker and Enter News Announcer) NEWS ANNOUNCER: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D It is narrated: in the community of No Fate, that a Man ahead of his state of mind, was once witnessed smoking hectic batches of Bind, from Romantic-patches kept in his back garden; and it is told-on, that with this eavesdrop came the tackle of conducting with a vinyl crackle in the backdrop, some dialogue from the Man; and as it so goes, in response to the Interviewer’s whereabouts, the Man had this to comment: (Enter Man) MAN: My insanity is filled with insanity and to talk to you would only verify what I have already said. (Exit Man) NEWS ANNOUNCER: a letchard inc odyssey L E E And that at last bring us to the end of this broadcast. (Curtain falls)  THE BIBLE ACT THREE (Curtain falls) (Enter Fish-Lop and Vo-Viem) FISH-LOP: Look to it then dear mister, For she is not gone And as much as you miss her, You should know she was the one And only one To do with your quaint nonsense And that faint whisker of a sweet sadness. VO-VIEM: Magical moments lost My best friend My baby, O the mystical memories run fast Without end. O playmate of wildness Help me help you rest, Help me help you to your rest, O help me the rest of this helpless way Rest, rest, rest. FISH-LOP: Buried alive Or Buried, buried, buried, buried, buried Buried to contrive a surviving idiom, In this surface scary iron dome. Buried and blue as an ocean seed, 82 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Buried Buried Buried. (Curtain falls) 83 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ACT FOUR (Curtain rises) (Enter Trolley-Teeth and Mr Hat Stand) TROLLEY-TEETH: 84 Standing on their kingly chairs and working on their Matchtans, the Air-sottaire and Madman catch up on their airy affairs and plans, whilst lurking with elephant smiles, into an old high standard, elegant of style. K I R S T E N MR HAT STAND: And rolling rolling rolling like silent movies, the Melo dramatic Poets and Devil-Damned Crooks move about with violent ease, as they owe it to their dream in books, of victories victory victory. B Poets Bible (A spotlight falls onto Morning Glory and Cosmos sitting in background) MORNING GLORY: Well, we definitely were not expecting them for two months onward, were we? COSMOS: Well you know those Old-fires. MORNING GLORY: Yes, a surprise isn’t it. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE COSMOS AND MORNING GLORY: (Together) Ha, ha, ha, ha ... (The spotlight fades off Morning Glory and Cosmos) TROLLEY-TEETH: 85 It has been found out in the song and dance rooms, that doting sets of Guests, existing by chance of bloom on the company of floating carpets, have been paying great attention to the detail in the neat and the smart and the existence of a fail-safe fleeting part, in time immemorial. K I R S T E N MR HAT STAND: Smelling quite like naphthalene and paraffin, the dust lively floorboards beneath their feet creek, as slowly and significantly with sleek posture, while smoking only for taste, the guests move up the stairway, in their smooth and laced behaviour. TROLLEY-TEETH: And well within their cooking minds and sanitary corridors, the Candidates and Kings of tomorrow’s doors, carry on and on and on. (Curtain falls) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Final Love c c c c  THE BIBLE ACT ONE MONOGRAMS AND SIGNPOSTS LISTERN: 87 Sweet and homed in the great domed dining room, in the company of my inseparable pipe and its indispensable fire, I pine and swear pop, while my thoughts cavort the play streets that never stop. INTERIM: Puffing on their brass And strangling their strings The mad band made their Music move. RATAIN: Seated in the blue-grey mist of an electric tomato fist, Listern elects to ponder on the distance of his stability, as the days of dandelions, green bottles and red-tiled roofs are once again upon and in. INTERIM: They added to their collection The unselfconscious entertainment Which reigned supreme before Their very eyes, pinning it to Their lapels. FALSE-IVORY: Leaking from a hollow window, a certain music flows, speaking its noise, as dreamier and lustier it employs the trust of its teeming listeners, who grow. LISTERN: All that is written, B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE In all that has bitten, What a slender stone, That is precious can chew, Shall remain the earth, the earth, And the dew. (end) 88 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE COLOUR WASHED WALLS AND NEAT PATTERNS RATAIN: 89 From his blazing house, Listern leaves to laze and louse with the local flavour, passing the road menders and those with a flair for the seven-day wonder that is life. Trifling on, Listern passes the palaces and terraces, the non-sobriety stalls and the fun and variety halls. He sees the linen kicking mistresses and chins resting on fists - the fat beer - the over crowded ashtrays and the flat-real world of the seer, as he turns in at an antique store for a peep. INDIAN RUBBER: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Listern my son, may I be of service to you on this fine day? LISTERN: Not really, the way it is, is just fine. INDIAN RUBBER: Just dropped in then, for a look hey. LISTERN: Ye s s s , t o p e r u s e t h e w o n d r o u s - r i d i c u l o u s pa r a p h e r n a l i a you have here. INDIAN RUBBER: O, I say, no matter what you think, I am not ready to lose my share for no small thought of failure. LISTERN: Yesss, these odds do serve to excite the imagination and its continent. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE INDIAN RUBBER: 90 You could say, that I have married the ages and in that I am quite as content as a mudbee. LISTERN: Oh tell me, you wouldn’t still happen to have in stock some Hills In Sunlight, would you? INDIAN RUBBER: You know, I just might (Indian Rubber disappears behind the counter & reappears) There (Indian Rubber puts item on counter) You know what the funny thing is, it has been a dusty while since anyone has asked for this particular supply, queer isn’t it. LISTERN: Yes, strangely. Be it that antiquity is the youth of the world, it still collects dust and an old popularity. INDIAN RUBBER: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N Yes, hmmm (smiling). LISTERN: How much does it come to then? INDIAN RUBBER: Nothing, it’s yours. a letchard inc odyssey L E E LISTERN: No, I couldn’t possibly...  THE BIBLE INDIAN RUBBER: No I insist, you must take it, go on, it’s your prize. LISTERN: My prize? Belonging to what tournament? INDIAN RUBBER: 91 The tournament & event of simply staying true & living the dream - quick now, take it with you, there is no time to lose. LISTERN: Thank you, I have to be leaving (Listern grabs the article off the counter, hurrying out the store) INDIAN RUBBER: So long. (end) B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ACT TWO WHERE EVERYBODY GOES AND LITTLE STORIES RATAIN: 92 Over hill and dale on the split shale stones, Listern dashes head over heels, holding onto the article as if it were a Grail, quickly diving into a shady unknown alley. LISTERN: (Raises article to the sky) Easy to look at. (Lowers article to lips) Easy to take. (Swallows contents of article) Easy to endeavour. (Throws article, smashing it against a wall) INTERIM: The colour and noise Of the war souvenirs Was much like that Of peroxide blondes With bright red lips. FALSE-IVORY: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N Flourishing in an endless succession of fun and fire, the motionless passengers untied from tier, light up in their elegant smoking rooms, surrounded by subdued lights and soft music. INTERIM: In garden and vinery The days spent, Are delighted with Existence and where It went. FALSE-IVORY: Smoothly humming while making summing tracks, Listern a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 93 kites and glides to the bright outback, to slide and chat-slow with the crowded conglomerations in the downstairs rooms and on the paved patios. PLUM CHEEK: I bet you would like to join me? (Offers Listern to swing some Rolled-Yarn) LISTERN: If not for comfort, then definitely for some time with something special. K I R S T E N PLUM CHEEK: (Plum Cheek lights-up for Listern and himself, holding up the lit Yarn) The sphere. LISTERN: I beg your pardon. PLUM CHEEK: This here means a lot to me. Yes, indeedy there is nothing like a good smoke and a wonderful man to share it with. LISTERN: It’s the full glorious morning. (Listern nods) That is what it is. PLUM CHEEK: Ha, no, it is the epic flight. (Shouts) Take-off! B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E LISTERN: We are nothing but streamers  THE BIBLE On the tail-ends of dreams, Whipping ourselves in the Beaded wind, In a race to be airborne And torn from the sky. (end) 94 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ACT THREE JAM TARTS AND SLENDER LEGS RATAIN: 95 In a grand way to travel, unravelling his thoughts and destinations, Listern arrives at a gravelled path, beaten in the best of notions to a heated club. Ordering a ready-to-wear-drink, Listern observes the flamboyant and enthusiastic fashions, the knee lengths socks, the enormous hats, the embroidered waistcoats, the lustrous hair, the sweater girls and the enamelled skin, as each in their continuing sagas, experience their delights on a sensual level. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N INTERIM: The head hugging Scent of lavender Drifted through the Rooms with an Astonishing new freedom. LUNARY: Would you mind if I sat next to you? LISTERN: No not at all. LUNARY: (Giggles) I have been watching you from across the room (Flicks her hair flirtatiously) are you a new breed? LISTERN: That’s an outlandish question. Why, do I look alien to you? R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE LUNARY: 96 Well. (Giggles) It looks to me that you have come over the most fascinating of planes. LISTERN: My. My. You have a strong expression and might I say, that I think you are very pretty. LUNARY: (Blushes, swallows hard and smiles behind her hand) B Poets Bible K I R S T E N LISTERN: And now, would you like to leave this imbued and exhilarating place with me and take a walk? LUNARY: Love to. RATAIN: With arms tightly joined and bodies closely pressed, Lunary and Listern walk off into the comforting moon, resting in a quiet spot, making massive love and sounding flaming moans, under God and eternity. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Burnt Across c c c c  THE BIBLE Psychology in parable Pebbles on my mind, nothing to do with Goliath. I am freed Freed through Literatures intervention THE BRAIN OF TRENDS 98 K I R S T E N Musical chair roundabout. Sober after too much. Home grown Ling and gin-solemn Poetry excess Behind silhouettes of trees cars ocean press And the fling begins: woman and wild man living as sex and symbol a wonderful cul-de-sac in our forgotten instinct. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E The soapbox was nice but the dictionaries better. Grammatical cripple Amorphous (one of): Disruption  THE BIBLE 21st Century man, ready for the 120th Century woman ~ Enter into the soul of my city the sordid sophistication of made-over places and ideas: the same old fruits of rebellions labour. 99 Too much of earth will kill you - that is the stab. But here: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Dawns golden temple Initiation baldness MAD BAD Insights SERVICE IS WITH A WRY SMILE Brand new teachings in sensuality and luxury, greed and profit, covetousness and lasciviousness & worship for the new man. a letchard inc odyssey Sinful trivia Libido stuck God, I must be in HEAVEN An angry young priest & a Special Envoy of the Shadow Order, it is my special mission to be assigned to the case of: heaven and the missing angel of light. L E E  THE BIBLE 100 In deep cover I remain - gathering more evidence on the case And myself? If we are apart, hate will stupefy our modernism; our idiot shows and our bastard art. Who throws the greatest party? Who knows how to call up ghosts? B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Speak up for Gods sake! Get it down and ... Do it Do it Do it. R I C H A R D Soup sick binges: two weeks and a row in a boat of hinges Poetical bulimia: The centre of belief into where we go; for the same old struggle: cleansing through art, a vision defying death allowing our flesh and a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE maggots to erupt in a modern grave of spiritual death. 101 The rain baits the snail to escape its immobility Bird cormorants a black wind-vein on the blue sky. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N T.V. goal is scored Come on killa-dilla hone in on the migration sized pastures Frontier man of outlaw religion R I C H A R D They are destined for attack a letchard inc odyssey CHARGE Spray paint tags the ruins of the New Jerusalem. Most grave sibling of seedy cinemas L E E  THE BIBLE and clinical pornography Lonely in serial killer clarity I wish I were a sailor roughing turquoise painted sands in the thought drought universe of today and tomorrow. 102 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Thank-you Mr Sun For drying My washing line Thank-you Mr Breeze For putting My hair the way I like it Thank-you Mr Rain For wetting My paint As I look a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Great In front Of My art. 103 Two now kitty cats reading graffiti in the neighbourhood of good feelings B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D You gotta potta Paint your truth on our buildings our houses our room walls Moving on Moving on a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Magazine Drugs Reliquary: A and Reliquary: B c c c c  THE BIBLE RELIQUARY: A ONE 105 Good morrow Gomorrah, I see your Sodomites are shining: engulfed in a squealing furnace - fat oozing from roasting skin THE THOUGHTS AND NIGHTS FLY Spread out like a crazy woman’s slit-guava-pie, life is there to be taken SOCIAL INTOXICATION: GOSSIP - SIN GAS K I R S T E N We have passed-by the destination of vandals, into an age of reconstruction SPEAK-UP OR FOREVER BE FORGOTTON Cling to the predictions and put them down into practice like Judas knew he would BLACK VEIN TWIG Religions pigeon is sitting on a lesion of gold THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE - THE MODERN BOY-GOD Maturing in filth and rags, the clay on my breasts crack, like the slut red mulch on Venus’ blowjob lips KEEP THE SUN ALIVE & APPEASE THE RAVENING GODS There is poetical odyssey on the walked seas and more so on ... THE HORRIBLE HURRIED HEATH B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The coward's mire: sleep THIS NOD LAND OF OURS TWO AMEN FOR SOLOMON AND HIS BITCHES 106 And so, in idolatrous temples I heathen, breathing in self-indulgence and prosperity. Hey don’t you know ... I AM A BASTARD: Used up gold and silver for the sake of sanctuary B Poets Bible K I R S T E N IT’S HEAT TO TALK LIKE THIS Up yours, wave the dark children, welcoming the new comer to the fallen city, this ... PURPOSEFULLY NAIVE PARADISE THREE R I C H A R D Restaurant on the hook a letchard inc odyssey SURREAL PRIESTESS Art is stuffing a hole to open it KING AND QUEEN PHALLUS Portrait indulgence vulnerable quote: alcohol permeated & conked out next to an amazing naked person L E E  THE BIBLE MISS LUCIFER LUCY FOUR A crocodile huntsman, I globe the gasoline swamps GIANT KILLER Chase and confront AND I HEARD THE GODS UTTER 107 Do not rest upon possessions, as it is property making-a-noise. Move on & grow & experience better sessions ... B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D NOW I SEE CLEAR AFTER THE SACRIFICE - MY OLD SKIN SHED - MY COOL NEW SNAKESKIN GLOWING A BRIGHT GOLDEN RED And I learnt not to hasten the end of my life, as I am appointed eternally YA-HOO! OMNIPRESENT POSSESSION - I AM A PRANCER, A PROUD ROMANCER IN THE LIGHT FIVE Song: He’s a man of the mile Yes he’s a man of the mile With a rattle snake jacket & a beat-up smile YES HE’S A MAN OF THE MILE. a letchard inc odyssey L E E He don’t stop at nothing No he don’t stop at nothing He travels the world  THE BIBLE On a hitch hikers thumb To the back of beyond NO HE DON’T STOP AT NOTHING SIX It civilises a wild man to smoke whacky baccy & watch the early rise catch the sun. It civilises a wild man to die for fun & have the world at his feet, all possibilities a jumble; but no real choice, open like a black hole star. It civilises a wild man to dragon a Mexican cigarillo & flat walk with mud boots the night, its stars, its tall lonely trees & its still quiet Legoland neighbourhoods. It civilises a wild man to do his job & work the local bake till she’s been raw dogged & her mouth’s glued shut. It civilises a wild man to knock back corn mash & watch the dust settle after the sun has finally landed. 108 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E end  THE BIBLE RELIQUARY: B ONE 109 Heart-sore for more the chauffeur shows off with unbuttoned door - the fall guy sitting in relaxed paralysis, already very much used to this, stunt SHHMACK ME TRIPLE Dabble and belong, rave and bullshit, I am the stumbling block for my conquered flock lit IN THE LINE UP I AM CRIMINAL B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D He spasmed-out like a paranoid bug, as black as a Madman's eye, screaming: ‘Have no common sense to explain things, the way it is seen, is the way to go - each one suicided by their supernatural consciousness.’ SHHMANGLED It seems we were born for bedtime, The Head Town down under LIFE IS AN OPERATION TUNED TO BE MYTHIC Jive Jingo jive and thrive on the jarred jim-jams in your hive SISSY BOY Eros man: GENERATED ON INVISIBLE BRIO An unknown Japanese artist, I slash in Van Goghian seizure, my bold design the heart of a feudal lord SAVE THE SHAMANIC CRETIN a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 110 The pong infiltrates the place - so punish down your drink and thank God for the little things: a cig, maybe a drug, or perhaps a piece of pussy, with a cute little sob story for you to fuck away; amen TWO From the rubbish heaps glean the information and make it clean YOU MUST BE CLUED UP ON YOUR EAR The invitation lecture on the ticket - smoke it PARA DIDDLE - RAISING HUB B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D You gotta smoke like it’s the last decade on earth. Gotta get cool before the fire GONNA LET NOTHING LIMIT THE SIZE OF MY COCK Kinetic psycho, walk brittle sequence and disco down Broadway CROCK DIZZY MIME - RUSHING IN A ROUSE Out on the City tonight: a pill is shhnarfed a lovely spliff is lifted a microdot or blotter is shhnacked straws of speed off tables are shhnorted brow sugar percolates on foil lady lines break jaws spewing words base pipes suck the flame & crack the crystal-rock drug pimps sell paranoia and fame a letchard inc odyssey L E E AND WE LINGER LEGENDS LONG AND ... Come down slow like a good lover comes in for a blow  THE BIBLE DESTINATION: MIRACLE SIZE PLEASURE THREE And the sewer-bait whores with their ... PURPLE SUCKED NECKS & DIRTY KNEES ... Double dosed like blue-gilled sunfish ... THEY FLOG THE TAR & CONCRETE ... Scratching their disgust ... 111 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N STILL THE LITTLE GIRLS WHOM ABUSE ABUSED ... Still the Things that never grew-up warm ... BECAUSE NOBODY GAVE REAL LOVE FOUR She’s my queen of concept R I C H A R D VINTAGE VIRGO - HEAVENS PIN-UP a letchard inc odyssey And I kiss her legs in my mind every morning and evening for breakfast and dinner For luncheon afternoon I eat the middle of her heart I slide she swoons L E E  THE BIBLE I lied she croons sun and sun and moon SHE’S NO DULL GLANCE 112 The stomach cramps in my blue balls constipate my insomnia hard-on PINCH HER BEAMER - HER SHIT STEAMER The hairs on my knees are under her toenails I worship her so much ... B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D I ache to poke her whiskers And I sick to sleep inside her MESMERIZING: BUTTERFLY BRA - SMILING PANTY The red clarinet and the mashed eye HER MUSICAL CUSHIONS WHACK TO MY VENTRICALS FIVE a letchard inc odyssey I got with the times, now I am in front, never going to look behind, don’t want to look like a cunt. You in your small corner and l in mine SIT-I-ZEN Wear your fabric speech like a regal robe Wear you satanic cloak like the wings of a grounded angel Wear your angelic linen like light from a holy bush LET THE TOUR AND TORMENT BEGIN L E E  THE BIBLE 113 Let’s commute down the corridor, let’s compute our Babylon talk and let’s dispute the signs of the times CADENZA Want to be low with Bob and goblin - even little me is going to bake in the liars fire HEAR THE MANDARIN MANDOLIN I pluck a lonely chord of blue BASIC SIN: SLITHER INSTINCT K I R S T E N Warrior of the chill reverie, I conquest side by side with trouble doers and the sons of chance... CELEBRATED AS WE ARE IN OUR DOINGS AND RUEINGS Elegy: Young lost wine, a ruined kid with hell to pay, for being the child of a comic goat I AM THE YELLOW CHRIST I AM THE BLUE KRISHNA I AM THE BLUE DEMON ~ B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E end The Glowing Arm c c c c Prelusion Entered upon a road which can lead only to destruction, The Poet mirrors the world & listens closely to its vibration. Summit of The Evening c c c c  THE BIBLE - Ears in my veins adhere to The sensual rhythm Moving in such an ecstasy: Rich to die with no pain, Soft names run under My skin. Fed on an Alien corn, The Emperor’s magic Encases me, 117 K I R S T E N Do I wake or sleep? And so I amble low to be high ~ In bits teachable I blab in anaesthetics, Pure aesthetics ... The faster you live, The more time stretches out. It is easy to get lost under The floorboards of this old house, As no one bothers me, For I am the only one who knows How things work, here. The mouth moves, The tongue waggles, But no sense comes out. And so I dwell among the furnaces fortified and With my stairwell eye I wink, tipping my flirted halo. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE - Your country does not matter. Your language does not matter. no headlines; We have no country, But the hope of a New country. God, take this, our all. This is the voice of The blood that sings: Long live the Revolution of the Mind. 118 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N We are young Living in our dawn, All things have their time, So let the earth warm with my battled hot foe, For I am open like a wound, Because I clutch the soul When I sing: Long live the Revolution of the Blood. R I C H A R D - On the vert fields Over the feather fantastic ground, I featured with others. Tight jawed We thawed in the Spartan sun, Bright in our Life and Love a letchard inc odyssey L E E Sucking that feeling that is “Love On A Stick” Knowing that it doesn’t get any much better.  THE BIBLE - Stone dream: A tomb for the Poet A ruffian den, which the Poet when he enters, must swallow the homely comet of negator dust and like an overloaded tart, the Poet in his realm, 119 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Becomes Totally free, Totally off his tits, barking up the walls in a thrilled oaf fit, Killing the hesitant voice of daily thought, as part of a great poetic sport. For the Poet, Everyday is Poets Day. - Collected in a long-established Hell, with indulgent acts that Mean nothing, We live with no aim, Blinded by the half-light And kept down with deep hearts, From a stowed readiness, in the blood sea sky. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE - Dark and dun spark and sun; the paths and landmarks well run. Force the planets from the sky and Penetrate the most wanted: Dead or Alive you’re coming with me. Dark intrigue. A deathless voice, made to praise God, in all its rabid jealousy, curses over & over. Licensed satire, I a sinful man sit on the steps of the Eternal Blue Sky, unchanged by sufferings, time or death. I am the Lion Absurd leaning upon his own good word; Getting it on. - To sink in slothful sin and shame in necromantic night, I crossed the distant mortal line; taxing my mind and might, to aid my arrogant art and sight. 120 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE - Fooled by the enemies of Man into taking the bait, I am left poor, with the humps of a rich man on my back. Save my swollen whore hotel. Save the massive fortress that once shone. Scale heaven’s icicle, to the tops of its builders hand. Cross the gate and visit the view. Such ornament extreme; but the prompt vision fades and I am left broad and cold, locked outside the shapeless walls, with the many other pigs, killed in their sleep. 121 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N - Fierce riders, the continued thunder undulates over the black clouds; which mushroom in the distance, Highborn heads of warlock fame, we speak out from the drowsy page. We are the readers dream And like a powerful spell we grow, we establish ourselves in the readers subconscious, we cornerstone ourselves in the strong hold of their heart, mind, spirit & deeds. We break the stone tablet of Ten Commandments and pull it all off, with our own characterisations and improvisations. Indulgence, instead of abstinence. Blessed are those beyond good and evil, for they shall ride the whirlwind. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE - Decaying on oblivions stream, the fantasy tames my heart. Alarm-bells call, but my danger is voluntary, my pattern a lingering disease and painful cure. To the false applause, I strive in changeful colour. - Rare merchandise of precious device: weave a price of orange silk, this fresh germ in its course, revealing wine and milk: My seal-stamped head: a juvenile ruin: as huge as a mass of flies and crammed as loud as the starry skies. 122 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D - I tell you, the Beast has locked Itself in, to get drunk on our senses & It cannot get enough of our precious life; It is amused at how easy we are to be played upon. Instruments in league with Its calling. Fallacious man. Wrecked & dishevelled. “Why did you burn your family’s house down?” The wicked chair creaks & rocks contentedly in the blistering invisible sky & recurring in the distance, herding lost souls, the faint scoff of a jealous laughter, it gnaws away & blasts all doubt out, like an old friend who knows your insides & who is as good as a bad habit. Duty is duty, seen from a lordship view. a letchard inc odyssey L E E end Searching Light c c c c  THE BIBLE THE GOOD POET Rolls-Royce poet, that bad poet, where by many men have fallen from exhaustion before reaching his gate, is a mysterious friend. With an evil finger to his lip, he contemplates the chill, as if he were made of it. There is no sound. A master of his own movement, he treads down. A warning. Get clean away, for in his eyes sleeps the human, while the monster has Its day. 124 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE THE TRAVELLER Strong son of anger, ‘His fever was scarlet, but our minds he fed.’ Ride more slowly on. Mister marked-millionaire, on a dreamlike immersion trail through immemorial resilient dark & out into light, it is just another game to you - win or lose. 125 K I R S T E N Never lose your mane. Never lose your name. Feelings strong, heart stirred, drawing maps with accurate observation, your pondered theories fume with a determination that is implicitly your own. A leader and friend, bloodily and boldly you interpret the Separate Side. My Captain Blood, rider of the black steed, You have come from Africa to sit in struggled Limbo and shoot your word gun, to witness in single file, a family of humans, destroyed as common vermin, and from their dead old bones, you have come to see asteroids dawn, with bolted hot fate and rare skills; your own tribe of your own making. You have come from Africa To touch them, teach them, torch them. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE YES Kill me, touch me, with crime compound. Drown me in your quagmire, take me down give answer to my petition. Share my love, not my hate: I love no friend whose love is only words. Let me share your death and bitter pains. Taunt me, tell me, I shall not stand in your way, Life was your choice when mine was death, but now both in the wrong, both condemned. No! 126 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E You live. Happy are those  THE BIBLE who know nothing about the taste of evil. Generation to generation the dead dust is crushed out. Evil seems good to him who is doomed to suffer: The world has a mouth of honey, but the wine it gives is heavily paid for later. Live live live. EASY GOING Double damnation, double divinity, in ordeal filth I move through the sloping sea. Dark and gigantic on the river deep, into chasm and cavern I move with strobing speed: the trance of wonder winding my head down to lawn on the musical air, sprinkling, reigning, lashing, steady-rocking me into 127 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE new changes and new glories full of love and skill sweet and overflowing, as I, high on horns, embrace The Eagles Rite And put an end to the black clad son of bothering tough days. STING US 128 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Troops of geometry and ladies of whom to laurels sing Smuggle rare gems and tithes over treacherous trails, back into my custody, And help my planet march the brain of the dogma hoarded moron to the firing line And help me stand alone, as a culmination of the asserted idea sown. A scandal block I count words and list letters a letchard inc odyssey L E E I court unexpected phone calls And provide what the arching diva needs,  THE BIBLE Crowing like St Peter at the top of his water walk And like him; always without faith, I fall - because I let sins babe chat with ardent gusto & tongued arts instead of hearing-out Christ and his Ghost who have nothing for me but good news: Absorbing, though yet still only a sedate jealously. LADY LOVE 129 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D See the warm light in carnal luxury. Explore the edge of human rhapsody Run from the huntress. Barred from society, she is the collective queen of my death. I kiss her sacred hand, her deep land, her madman’s dungeon. Bright windowpanes, street straight hair, Spanish villa skin. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Such superior disobedience and dangerous example. Do you think of me with self-anatomy? Are you lonely when I am in secret? Self-created woman, my best mind, I am mad beyond all doubt for you. 130 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Circular motion, contaminating mist, Eat my flesh and damp cells, Over react, butcher me, love me & nurse me, From a gory mangle of naked limbs. DOG-ROOM-SHAMAN-ROD The hot blood beat in his brain, as angers bastard drove him insane. Tossing back his mane, with head up high on the storm he carried on a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE warm on warm; hot. Oiling his boots with margarine and polishing his coat with mirrors, he blazed like a bible prophet through the world of the archfiend, rattling the fence and the sleepers who were meant to be the dreamers. 131 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D I loved you best. I called you a butterfly with the finesse of a matador (shaking out the dusty carpets), taming the bullshit into piercing eloquence. I loved you no matter who swore otherwise. ‘God if it be too early to fly, then why do I feel not shy, to speak of freedom like this. I know I enhance myself with devotion to criminal damage of my temple, a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE but it is with energy not idiocy that I fill my time; and the devotion is more a shortening of a fuse, than a pulling out of a root no more jokes no more hoax no more anything. MY LIGHT She teases herself with thoughts of one day coming to a decision about her life. Wickedly good, she is to me the image of the indestructible little girl: Skipping on the hay hills of heaven, deadly close to the gates of the screaming sun. RAZZMATAZZ CLAY Not to labour for prosperity, but for the labour itself, we run sun and moon, our fired clay ready for the hunt. And I am healed by the spring trumpeting out from the 132 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE fallopian-reef in women: That red-honey, a bloodclot no warrior can resist. HOLD MY TURNING Lying in a meadow of deep grass, in the Palace of Poetry beside my fire dancer, I dwell. Moulded by a godliness greater than genius, into the perfect shape of a woman greater than wonder, she smiled. Baby in my arms, wipe from your sweaty brow that fringe of fire, that sweet incense rising from your flower. Love never dies where distances straighten. TAKE ME Under majestic lamps, in ink wells of brilliant blue, bathes the tigress of your dreams And you know through your love for her, it is your right to be a poet 133 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE And sitting on the banks of the cooling ravine you call upon her: Take me to the land of old traditions where the cats lay on the baking bricks. Take me to the place beneath the dilated flame where the ants relax in the works. 134 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Take me to the turpentine clear world where the only paint is love and the lovers a true impression of predatory art. EARTH ANIMAL a letchard inc odyssey Clutter the drums, Whistle between index finger and thumb And Chant the smithereens To the Gateway Of the Sun. Kick up the sky’s filter And Acknowledge L E E  THE BIBLE The Magpies Bridge, built to burn, Dreaming of the orgy in the sky. ROMAN MILE The weeds have deepened infancy, The river lawns flowing with Sweet indecency And Beloved decadence Tasting the bitter pit, I hit the bottom of Adam & Eve’s defloration. OPEN AIR (1) 135 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D And in a waver of silence he wept to the thin air, knowing that somewhere he would be safe, a place where real friends understood why he had turned out the way he did ... The biggest improvement is exaggeration: Substance to substitute what he once was! Drinking the Green Genie, with a dose of morphine & dopedelirium he found fabulisims & fantastic rhythms to be gone on, concaves & curfews to detour; lean & lagging & sparked off his feet ... rolling with the dark side ... The Poets Prayer: “O mother of the old sky burn down the night & from the old canvas let rise from the ashes a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE a phoenix-sun to establish a new horizon in what I may find to be a better day.” OPEN AIR (2) 136 K I R S T E N The smell-good of my girl on a red flag, with-unembarrassed white skin & small curves & tiny tip-toe feet & a curly mandarin smile, like a treacherous Sheik moustache & secret eyes behind peep-holes, in a perfect white jade mask & cute wild dirty sex & a manicured little pudding mound & deep penetrative doggiestyle neck sucking on the money mama-spot cry-moans & hot lingering swells & stimulated troth-proposals & unleashed spurges & cheek maroon flushes & eyes of semblance & a beating heart of subsidence & a sweaty molten aura & yummy edible lips & a safe calm embrace; finds me wanting her stuff even more, to make me forget about me and my shitty human race. OPEN AIR (3) The delinquent son, with a swarm of pleasures in himself, is bodyguard of the master-passion, all his dreams unleashed, to the soul-draining influence, of being a sacrificial-bulldozer with absolute conviction - unlike the many other little plastic-soul superficial-kidnappers. All major spiritual crime pays you in great kicks & eternal damnation. The delinquent son, by magical spell imbued & narcotic vapour hued, explores the things which are under the earth & in the sky, exacting a road only he knows, back to the punished land that borne & bred him. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end Alley Poster c c c c  THE BIBLE PART ONE Drugs are not life. Drugs are just a version Of life THE BLISS GROWS BUT BECOMES A TARIFF 138 I cannot laugh hard enough to die, as blissed out & spilled over in the mock horror of a deep romantic comedy, mad & vibrant, full-on & hyper real, I cliché out that cowboy macho song: DRAW OR DIE K I R S T E N Every little progress is the freedom from fear MOVING MOVING MOVING PART TWO From zero tomb to zenith plume, the sentiment of boyhood zooms DREAMS ARE BUILT TO BE BROKEN DOWN & SAVOURED SLOWLY And porched on my mouth, my smile welcomes a new vice of over-assured knowledge - the exact embodiment of: SUBLIME To move as an audience of oneself, to cheer greatness, that is the goal EARN IT IN ORDER TO POSSESS IT ~ B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E end The Last Poem of The Last Poet c c c c  THE BIBLE READ: A war within a war A parasite within the passion, The base & infamous angel: Deadly, but for ancient memory, Holy. Tyranny echoes up dust on the Trail of relatives and men, For we suffer to conclude The dream, Stolen from the burden Of the royal garden. 140 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N THE TORCH: The seas vanish, The green withers, The glare of the moon no longer is seen. Time ceases and releases, Histories dictate, Futures relate, But remain mathematic. Religions torture & waste their stifling breath, Occult invocations Draw up power beyond the grave, The bones of valiant fallen gods Stir under stones of dormant millenniums, Their rolled back eyes magic with their moans, Raised under millions of miles of rebellion, To overthrow the earth, at the signalling of a New Dawn of Sin, when: The Killer King having been welcomed into all purged-lands, will finally be left to reveal to us, his true angelic/demonic form. Get ready for the arch-outrider (Satan in bloom). R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ENERGY: We share holy fire And tiger bright nights. We recite poems In the fields of our homelands. We make love In the graveyards of our ancestors. We drink traditional liquor In the parks of our neighbourhoods. We hitchhike In the dangerous cars of our country. We sleep In the strange beds of our women. We share holy fire In the tiger bright nights of our wild Africa. WHAT?: The scribbled contagion, a poet’s picture: is an important catalogue of our time The poet, a painter, mixes fire and brimstone on his pallet & in his flight to touch the sun, burns out his wings with the stroke of his trade; The crossroads a deal with the greedy darkness. 141 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE SLEEPLESS: Prayers go up for me, But put me down, For their answers I cannot See. Birds flock Mocking the air With foul laughter. To defy the light of God Is more madness, Than the making of Crooked angles. MYTH: In search of Strange hemispheres, Surrounded by Forests Mountains Anchors Oars Angelic winds Lakes Lions and herons, We sunset on, Down on hands and knees Drowning in parched Reason, In search of Strange heinous fears. TIME: Dying into A dance, An agony of Trance, Spirits leave And revisit My soul, 142 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Passing Through you And your sister my Brother. Superhuman: my Complexities cryptic, The music hypnotic: Death in life. Life in death. BARE: Happy morning How-do-you-do, I love your hay corn, Your honeycomb And the stone Sitting in your Light, Which is so Delightfully Warm. COOL-BURN: My perfume cup Burning the breath On my lip, Weeps a veil Of eyes, Quenching the Thirst of my Mysterious Surroundings. FINGER ME: Blighted by study’s light, The nameless young man Idolizing the rudder of life, 143 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Answers the answer to the Meaning Young captain, all aflame you Crash, The sparks of revolt, Spitting from your armour. Death is certain. The constellations maintaining The straight line: High latitudes, Cool equators. Man from a distant country, Noble Shepherd, Old father of visions, Harpoon the great white whale And hang on tight Rolling with the snow. NEAR VULGAR: I love your Tears, Footprints of Ambiguity. Your pleasure Is my master. ENTER: A new sewer Every Whorish-day, Power poisons My Immortal sin. I blaspheme the whole globe, 144 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE But then again Love its foolish tomorrow: Wallowing in knowledge, Travelling in an oasis of rarity, Hungering for the Language of Angels and Fireflies. DROWNED: Glided and guided, I cluster down The liquid wilderness: Moved and soothed, As the fun that never sets is The sister-joy I feel, Her wavering legs and Floating odours Crawling into my Big bed head. PERFECTING MANNA: Bold attraction Plague me day and night. I understand your plan Your joke Your teardrop Your aimless joy. Consider my intimacy A fine woman’s fruit, Consider my salad A glad man’s heart. GREEN WORDS: Butt-ends crowd my ash Bed Limbs glittering From my dried up sea, Rest. 145 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE I love you not, I love you: because My strength Of poor words Obeys your Shaken desire. I love you not, I love you: For made as simple as Fire; I burn. FORTRESS: Despite the decrepit Caricature of boyhood, I am Prince Hamlet. I play the pipe the madman the playwright the poet’s tamer the Bloat King’s slayer the man with his love-thousands for Ophelia. I smoke the pipe of magic canvas and dig my own grave, defending it from an array of enemies; for this grave, it is my sacred trench, a ditch that I lay quenched in and treasured like chest full of gold. And he shouted in bright agony: 146 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ‘Go, Speak Loudly, For Memory In This Kingdom Invents Heads. Do it, for the sake of new lands.’ 147 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N SHOW DOWN: Run rum Down my Sailor’s hurry For sail. Meat and drink Are my Mirror, The angel of light My closet photograph. Fellow-wanderers, Ourselves, we have Out lived melancholy And doubt. Battle on for Sweet laughter, Which hold promise And influential whispers, Which touch the heart. Messengers and pilots, R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Battle on towards The country of The Living. LONG: Art and song Best this Night, is the Parts of our Love making. LOON: Smoking wicked nature I live or die. Drinking to inspirations vigour I am of higher land. 148 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N ON THE BENCH: Fragile after last night, Feeling like a maggot, After drinking beer: The devil’s cool drink. MAGNUS: I slumber: Numbers and signs In Dionysian-chains ghost and Wheel I age according to my sweet succubus (my scarlet queen, wicked & independent) Her love raping my home, my whom, my how And I am unman an undone cagey villain, a rogue fermentation for the highest pecking order. blood. blood. blood. Piano sticks drop a tune: a sunny day, a dune. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE KUNG-FU DANCING: Crazy tracers Luminous spaces Bodies glowing Constantly Rip and rave. THE DRIVE: Arriving at Deep Space Mad, I lost The aviation Of My craft. Disciple most vile, I pant visitation Upon my Unassuming host. WALKING: Lesson too soon, Lesson too wide, I can’t illustrate Too much, The Evening Which let us aspire to feel Up its skirt & whisper in its ear, & give its heart up, to our undiluted desire. BLAM!: Pop! I pressed the fire controls. To strike the distant heart, Was click and cliché full of Colour. SERIAL: Come to the sun god, The terror of the desert, The jackal has called your heart out. 149 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE And the one bitch who cared told him: Don’t die too young. Don’t be over wicked. ALL’S WELL: Drown that octopods Tongue down my Neck and suck my Moan from the Depths of the Coral. LOVER: Easily shaped Cupid’s arrow, Affecting everything, Affectionate to everyone, Draw your sword and love me down. AT LEAST: Drugged near suicide In this flowery maze, I am not yet born. My shy smile has left Behind the family of trust; The rust sets, Like an orange clock with its numbers bled. I am open to discussion, But have forgotten The Great Philosophers Or the words of other idiots. Leave me to stew, Otherwise kill me. 150 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Help my paperweight words Inform your delicious mind. Help my mess tidy your shelf. Who knew I would die so young, But live to tell the tale. Who knew to walk with dead men Would comfort my road into a fresh new progression. O love me, Otherwise kill me. GREAT INKER: ‘Blood eh?’ Running down These legs The Red skin shouts. The Indian fire Embarking on its Ritual cleansing. Fainter And fainter The cries blow Behind me. I scrabble And dabble My brains out, Blazing like Flash, Rolling like Mercury, Determined To reach The Bull’s eye. 151 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE INCOMPREHENSIBLE: Lost in the fog: Cleopatra’s Needle in my Vein, My unbuttoned Shirt Against the wall, My sweaty Breastwork Beating, My savage Skin The devil’s Matter now. 152 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Sucked-in, I ride my Black horse, Up to that Dark place In the corner. THE TELESCOPE: It is always silent in the Temple of Midnight The Herculean labour The energy source. Never too old to resent to rebel The bewilderment in Your head, The rapid movement in Your ears. TWO: Lazarus-Cain, Overlord Of the silent siege, Your self-murdered heart R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Hangs side by side Your brother And the thief Of your soul. On a paradise tree You crucify your wounds, So the visions Of the tormented can be seen. And the heart of Man, A hopeless breed Of Dark vegetation, 153 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N It still falls To The feet Of the Hammers beat. Fleeing among the ruins of worship, I escaped my church & its belief system, only to be received by The World with a cold shoulder, But I persisted with my design, because I know that ‘Divine are the strong-minded, for their path will always be celebrated And their names etched, into the identity of the universe.’ FOUR: Half choir, Die I slow, Or is what I hear the Prospect of morning? R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The fix of temptations beauty, Is no longer a woman’s face But addictive-sex. 154 I kiss her hand But my eyelids Distil the vision And frame her with my puberty heart, as The Naked Queen of my masturbations, Pumped-up like a cheerleader, cheering for my deep 8, To penetrate her bubblegum bear claw. It must be stricken From my motto: That everything works out, Except relationships. But I am rascal to foaming At the mouth and shall hurt, For women, I fucking love. Break the signals, Kick down the tents, I am moving on with intent. WAY OUT: By a Highboy standard, Violent or civil, I am blessed. Mankind, The place where I Do my thinking and drinking, Is my business. What fear will Counsel my clownish Turbulence? B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE What bold axe command Will chop off my design? Highboy Highboy Highboy Highboy Highboy Highboy Highboy outset grand danger stout truest gonad rotund stage ranted gusto tongued star turned goat. 155 By a Highboy standard, Violent or civil, I am snake bitten. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N PREACH: A pillow of thorns for my bubble Head. A Saturn skull for my frisbee Brain. A Jupiter heart for my pastry Frame. This is all. This is said. ELEGY: Idolatry thorn, Wooden fame, The wayward maim Was by the Son worn. Raised healer, Misery solver, Your sincere tears Gained us The Palace. On an angry throne Slaughter was Your gate, R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Your crime confirmed Was the Rebellion of logic: The Way of The Truth. Gentle muse Meek and mild, Look upon the inevitable hour, when you will return to reclaim your Kingdom, And lay a flattery of sighs And shake your head, In memorial Of this Bright Eyed World, That was curious to know the secret behind good and evil, And what a true burden it must be, to be God. CHAINS: The force that wants to be King, Assumes the radiance of the sun. Has the angel of distraction won the cause? Has entertainment sucked strength from The good fight? Purple spray rises From pleasures pipes, While sunset flames sink. Let’s solve the mystery - 156 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E Pleasure after pain, Heaven after earth.  THE BIBLE TURKISH TOBACCO: Appreciate the Mirage. The exotic vista. Live with nomads And Appreciate the Ancient art Of fire: Tobacco: The marrow of the God fire, The pacifier’s heat, A version of Hell Fondled. SUMMON US: Pavilioned high, He sits in darkness From excessive Splendour born. See the witch-fires Where once I painted Her, killing. Steel flash Ruby tear Cadaverous cut. I am a trespasser. Soon to be punished A prince of no certain land, 157 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The moon may as well get Me, While I am still In the image of Sweet Jesus. DISCUS: The sleep of the last poet. Dying bird of Morpheus, Sensitive flowing hyacinth, That catalogue more sacred than Music, is the great wine, poetry: An affliction as seductive as dreams. Watery dreamer, Disillusioned lion, The dogmas are nothing But the vanity Of the proud, Just as it is normal Of the thinker, Who sees the cosmos tremble Every time a swan dies. Posture most verse, Correct your sad beating drum With good power And transfuse your blood into the counterfeit world of man, And make it yours, make it by far a better realm And praise the songless morning Waiting on your Silvery windpipe. 158 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Sardonic Script c c c c  THE BIBLE PART ONE 160 His rural head pulled back by a muscled neck, rests on the brim of the sky. An alchemy roll-up drools from the corner of his powerful lips, as like an Alexandrian planet or a bust in taut torment, he occupies his own space, hovering like a word that has not yet found its meaning - waiting to pronounce his mind. Alongside the diameter of blue, the flare falls and the worship of it closes. Out of ancient carvings and significant structures, paintings and monuments, the double darkness stories its archetypal voice, into the new star of the new century, where again a famed madness, copied over from the Ancient Egyptians, Greeks & Romans, is heard and acted out in the attitude of the raving damned. The sun - the moon - the day - the night - the whole part, on this side of our time, is a lesson of the world we live in and a grand restart. It is good to be around in these contagious times. Take notes and paint - take photographs and create. Sing and perform. Capture your generation and be true to its voice. Yet of man and woman that is not known, Is the ravaging inker, who inhabits this lewd love lust body, stabbing and grabbing Its words, from detour angst episodes, galvanised with colour. To smoke, to jot smoke, to brush smoke, to have it, to inhale it, to contain it, to brain it, to elegantly ride it; smoke to love it. If it were up to me I would not write. I would instead replace my skull with a transparent head, so that everyone can see my thoughts in full view: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE I wish to display the perfect massacre of the mind. 161 As a consolation to his shiny past, in a desire to alter his mental balance, he solved the rigmarole and constructed an intersection, to the bounteous system of solar-stone. To be thoughtful of the destination, is already a sign of awakening. Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden Golden vine snake bow continuum strike territory company poison codex. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Wrap me slowly in your hungry waltz. Inflict me with bolts of lighting from your sundry eyes. Teach me broken scripts and attend me to make me mend the incantation, to give it organs of flight and a bright height. The alphabet A deadpan rouIette, Wields through the Captive imagination. The hushed letters defending Off dead rational thought, Because A war of words need To fight for their ground In a field of hope and meaning. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 162 Aaah - to exist in a non-believing day. To live in enormous dimension. To be able to be the keeper of the rich harvest. To research the remarkable discoveries of every day life. To be the god and goddess of love. To see God’s shock horror graffiti, on the wall. The gecko-tongued cat And the moth-eyed worm Can be found in the amber Of the Dragonfly’s sun. To spend a term in its Quiescence, Is to easily be Snowed in, by the Wealth of its gifts And beauties and myths. Like a small edible Jelly-like ball, It is ravenously, Irresistibly, A thousand and One nights, In a magical land, created from the imagination of a stupendous child. In the turquoise mosaic sky A rabbit is held by the Crescent moon. Regular stars that are eyes In heaven, look out from Their burning circles, As down a tightrope spider’s web B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The gods walk in Symbolic steps. 163 In quest of ruined cities, we were cleverly tricked enchanted barriers, protecting the silent country. But in our determination, through the impenetrable jungle, we painfully stripped away at the significance of our new evidences, in our thrilling involvement, to step into the forgotten. Savant Guru or avant-garde Soothsayer? In explaining all, I decipher the blank wall. Unlocked ornament; Agonized in gazing At its weight in knowledge, The secrets given by The Old World I translate, For the benefit of the Next guardian spirit, Of a future poetic sanctuary. And dipping the tip of his pen into the coal miner’s pit, he pulls it out, scribbling up the page in gold. Mired in the Great-tar-pool of Harrowing torpor, The sabre-toothed tiger The great extinct condor And the imperial mammoth Mixed in inexorable doom, Sink in a motionless Dance of death, Into the stronghold Of the Ship of Fools B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Their skeletons Luring the powerless To the deceptive waters of Futile trifles. 164 A row of tiered turtles, oaring across the galaxy, pass by a green light glowing in my bedroom window. ‘Little evening yet sinless, keep this godlike food alive, by its own loveliness - truly.’ PART TWO And the words of the poet became the guide to the inner journey, the burning words rising like a magical bird, carrying the sympathetic magical advice, in its broadest sense: Let everything speak to you. So deep is the mud That the sundown partridge Lasts the night Of the good hunt. So thick is the forest screen That the gateway To the royal road is rarely pierced By the yellow stroke of sunlight. In the darkness fireflies Float and the night howling Monkeys roar. And a voice speaks: The Broken King - perhaps You would want to see the Broken King. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The labyrinth is there for those who dare to probe Follow-on, donned in a peacock coat and low heels. PART THREE A Ceremonial Dance At The Sacred Tree In the native camp We scatter, looking for All the world, in the Blue bush, the Sage brush, the ‘Water tree’. 165 K I R S T E N Around the red trunk of the Serious tree, we Make little speeches Safe from profanation And the punishment of spying, Which upon this sacred Ground is death. Nude and decorated With paint and feathers, We progress in the Built fire, In the all dry country Of the digging stick. From The Journal Of Travel I met a well-to-do-citizen of Modern Baghdad. We had coffee in his two-storied house. The hookah pipe steamed and the crimson fumes rose. From the special room, we left to go into a sacred area of old tradition. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 166 Up a tower of one million steps we rested and from the summit gazed over the immensity of the desert. We watched wave after wave, the flocks pass towards new pastures; black goats and sheep were followed by their shepherds, who walked like kings. At noon the wandering tribe passed and the desert became silent. The wind swept unrestrained over the plain and the sands of the forefathers crumbled under our feet. Looking back, I think no one going around the world, should miss out on stopping at the original or the earliest of hospitality’s evidence. Remote Antiquity Above the ignorant Masses by a crafty And self-seeking priesthood The Poet levitates. CAUTION: Refrain from error in word or false intonation of the spell. In massive stupors, the emotional satisfaction sweeps over The Poet, ardent but peacefully. A riderless steed let loose Under the Poets spell, Shows the path of triumph, The burning horsemeat, In the sunny search, Striking the Crusade. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Sea Of Vapours Occulted by the moon, Celestial cinders burn And the galaxy turns. Boiling dust-rock, Under the vertical sun, Prevails with frost, At the afternoons end. Inky black, The lunar sky soars, With cows, That have come out, To touch, The vastness. A magnificent grandeur And ghostly beauty, In a state, Of inconceivable cold, It rests quite dead, But so alive. Eyelash In The Palm Of My Hand 167 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N She stands richly robed in red, blue, pink and gold. a letchard inc odyssey In her hands she holds a dove and an incense box, as two great vulture wings fold around her body. As I look at her, I cannot think anything else, but that she is the finest thing handed down to me. All alone with her, amongst the multitude of dull people, she permits me to think for an instant of the over-florid dreams of a life with her. As Lord of Heat, my stratosphere is now set in place. L E E  THE BIBLE THE SPRAWLING LION 168 Into the Valley of Idols and down six hundred and sixty six stone steps, in an agony of suspense, hardly able to believe my eyes, I entered the first doorway, then the second and the third and finally into the fourth doorway I went with great reverence. The candle held in my trembling hand flickered, as hit by a warm air and then by strange shapes that loomed out of the darkness, I pushed-on into the hideaway. Inside the creepy structure, fierce brushstrokes covered the walls and the ceiling in a self-taught frenzy, of what seemed like a mural, painted from a clearly psychotic & phantastic mind. Over in one corner on a table, laid books about art & medicine and on a chair, which seemed alive like a strange creature, sat a skull, comforted by a big black raven’s feather. On the far end of the room, stood what looked like an altar, chiselled out of harlequin opal rock, with three distinctive objects on top. And so, this is how I managed to come to discover the Voodoo Scrolls, the Poets Dagger and the Sorcerers Jar; together all-powerful devices, found forgotten in the maw of the Delta Rift Chamber. Now The Poets Dagger, with its gold hilt inlaid with various gemstones, when held is of a comfortable wielding weight and with a twelve inch blade cut from pure green jade, it is nevertheless a smooth doubled edged, sharp ceremonial tool and a deadly weapon if treasured in the wrong hands. The Sorcerers Jar, with its spiral motifs painted on, is comprised of an ancient ceramic, once baked in the fires of old, when men lived over two hundred years in age and when things took time to grow; basically when all was well in the world and less distracted. Inside the sacred jar, is a content to be used sparingly, only to be taken for passage rites and special initiations: a content comprised of an ergot extract, which brings on powerful B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 169 visions and allows the user to turn old knowledge into fresh advise. The Voodoo Scrolls, four of them, carefully bound in a shroud, spun from the silk of four different types of deadly poisonous spiders, holds the secret voodoo texts, that existed from a time before The Great Fall of Mans Dream; before he gave into the reality others made for him. The texts written in the juice of a crushed extinct flower, named ‘The Sprawling Lion’ can be read only, when a special ceremony is performed, in order to obtain the message from the invisible text. The ceremony goes along these lines. After having imbibed the ergot extract and after a good hour of waiting for the potion to start effecting behaviour and character, blood then needs to be drawn from the main-participant, by using the jade bladed Poets Dagger. Then with the blood still on the dagger blade, the dagger needs to be plunged into the heart of a living human specimen. The letters from the passages that the four Voodoo Scrolls contain, will then be made visible and out from the pages, the secret words inscribed in the colour of a deep fiery purple, may be recited. Take Note: the day after the incantation & ritual has been completed, the main-participant will at first have a feeling of complete loss & disorientation and will find it difficult to fit into old routines. This is expected and for this the main-participant should refrain from interaction with friends, or family until they have fully grasped the full extent, of what lies ahead of them. For some this ritual may lead to irrational behaviour afterwards, followed by insanity, this is due to the mind breaking down, as a result of the person knowing that their former self can and never will be rekindled; but for the true warrior spirit & evolutionary being, these steps are an essential and integral part, of rising above the meat, to associate with the stars. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end Oasis Newspaper c c c c  THE BIBLE ONE 171 And he taught the child to be a man at least and upon goods words to king and key-in the universe: HAVE YOU EARNED YOUR BRUCE LEE STRIPES YET Leaving the fantastic hanging gallery, he went forth in search for the key to the mystery of his pitfall ... But in the eagerness of the pursuit, he unsuspectingly became trapped and in this loosened many tongues within, that weren’t his B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D And a voice questioned him: Did you have a good journey Did you arrive in one piece And did you understand the things better, than anyone else in the world But unable to answer the phantom voice, he fell further back into the fantasy, for finding an answer was as rare as getting milk from a drunk priests tit Now far away from the response he so much needed, under a faculty of crows, he roams TWO Read in and red out The poet’s Intoxicating hard blood Is preyed upon a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The poet’s life: A narcotic poem, Under a narcissistic gloam In search for the Inner child’s home RIDE THE LOAD ABODE 172 And the troll-mare blisters along the sandpapered shores, changing the world and wire in its swear ENDLESS IMITATION - ENDLESS LIBERTY The object of being able to soar is the story B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D The object of the story is the quest The object of the quest is the occupation LET THE DRUMMERY ROLL Move on easy, followed to a run-down sea CINDER DEN - SYLVAN GUITAR Sexually sonorous The music’s lyric Writhes between The entrails and Butterflies of The spinning Meadow DAY IS TORN BETWEEN THE SWEETNESS OF NIGHT Die if you tried Live if you did not a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE The lesser leave The great leave for the sake of leaving 173 PURITY, MUSIC, POETRY - THE LAGOON SUCKLES THE SEAS MILK THREE You’re my favourite idiot, my latest gimmick Sniffing glue for a political thought And Sucking petrol fumes for the committees’ approval You revere life so much That you have made It imperfect (with perfect stimuli), Preserving your dream Through your, Inward-growing And Emotional Terrorism POWER DELIGHTS TO TORTURE US After all the abuse and overuse, How will we ever Find an equal intoxication in life SAMURAI JIG SAW PUZZLE Within the theatrics of the activist, lies the guardian spirit of a culture, the birth of a new tolerance and the rhythm of participation JUMP IT UP & CARRY IT BIGWISE B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Put the diamond On the corduroy And let the vibe Jeep, Around the Moody Lord The broken eagles Creep 174 FORCE FIELDS WARM GLUTTONOUS AROUND BODIES IN ECSTASY FOUR B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D The Base Clubs DANCE & DRUM NIGHTS - RED LIGHTS & BLACK The scene: (The Supreme Regime) JOURNALIST: The night - we need it WITH LIGHT-SABRE VEINS & THE CHURN & THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE IN OUR STOMACHS We think & say & do our Thing IN THE TWILIGHT OF SIN The kind of stuff allowed WHICH ONLY THE GODS NEED KNOWIN’ a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE FIVE 175 The goddess of the bodice. Renaissance flesh, disgusting and cute, a real answer to the mute language of love. Ballerina fat; she will sing her coda, her voices soda, her la-di-da, her minute to meet bizarre NAKED AMBITION Clown on the trigger My neon angel Black devil woman, Come on and shine your Red belly dance And rainbow dart The luring night I AM THE MAN WHO FELL IN LOVE WITH THE MOON ... And the big eyed wing Which dreams of a Sutra cry GARDEN SOUTH And as God is loves slave, the power of my love for her, drives my secret heart to a higher grave OH LOVE HOW WILL WE EVER GROW ... If we keep on stealing each others hearts NAKEDNESS IS A WOMAN’S GESTURE TO MAKE ALL YIELD TO HER FALL Sex bleeds from holes. The City’s ill but talented sister, on my feather plucked caterpillar B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 176 SHE’S JUST GOT TO TROT - THAT SWEET LEATHER HOT Writhing emeralds Like a pit of snakes Strike my thriving heart, Falling into your eyes My love, scrap your Salacious lip on the Crash heap of my body And drink the delicious drink In the covers NEW PAINT B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D I love her more than my own future My Tygerlily She is tantrum-antic She is calm-climatic She is loves attic She is sex static I love her more than my own future ... MY TEACHER - MY TORCHED YEAR AFTER YEAR SIX Like a drift-ton, the fool gradually schooled his way through life, swift on sicko movies and bothering music HOT STUFF - COOL MANNERISM Cook up an atomic mind And stir with cartoon THE WONDERS HIT MAN WONDERFUL a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE I wasn’t kidding I can do anything, Bimbo fever sends me, Gets me level with the gravel CHAMPION MOSS - FIRE SPOT Plastic lungs Burger hot Freak intelligence In a lordly car 177 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D LOAD THAT BASS BUMP Tank-horse; the hysterical prank force bleed whips over the energy, the self-endorsed body. Play the child’s play CITY OF STARS - SKY OF SPACE - NIGHT OF THE EMPIRE, CITY OF PACE Life’s a trip train a terror plane MESSY BOY AND MESSY GIRL - WALK THE XYLOPHONE FLOORBOARDS It’s warm in the womb, See the light Feel the bliss The soap in its endless kiss SLOW SOUL TRICKLE And the fire-breathing steam-exhaling locomotive factory’s down the busy street, into the danger made party a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE SIRENZ Fulfil the law of the great train heist: LEAGUES OF INFINITY SEVEN 178 And excavated by the tireless archaeology of dawn, the artifact of the sun, it rises: ARE YOU WARM FOR THE SWARM Enter the passageway to the farthest west, slaved in miniature tiles and white wash ENDEAVOUR NOW - GREEN COPPER Unbuttoning the gun silver hip flask, the sacred monster quickcharges down the Mexican-metal-polish, the Tequila dunes deserting the love away, from the broad and heavy deed CREATE FROM THIS SCREAM A BEAUTIFUL DREAM Spewed out from the Gods mouth, like a lukewarm whale, the detached mind beached on a cruising island, suns under a pagan umbrella, accommodated & listening-good to the foe add bark, to the temporary blaze at its feet I LOVE YOUR MINGLE WITH MY MIND Ride your high camel; it’s not the same Ride your high camel; it’s not the same Ride your high camel; it’s not the same BRUTE NOSTRIL And snoring over the hill, the train drops, its chin juddering on B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the crossties, its heels dragging in the boilers snort, its glass traction leaving the rail in shakes SOGGY FIRE Always remember the trackless moon and the sundials first shadow BLACK IRIS And with a pose, those outlaws in black and white photographs, they doze into the brain to affect & make us THE CARNIVORE DARK EXHUMES THE LIGHT On and on the Amusement freckles The Tibetan sun SECRET LOVE And he was a lonely man given to wandering and although he did not wish this on his consciousness, it went far off into gloriously golden clouds, making him feel like a schoolboy, set free for the day. It was gold. Pure gold. THE END Conclusion Lifting, the raised consiousness burns, necking above the skyscrapers, like a giraffe peering out of the mirage, into the magic circle of its own shadow. Young Man Mad With Words c c c c Letters In Faded Ink c c c c  THE BIBLE ONE 183 He hit his head and voilà: the dead flesh like a bag of dropsy fell to the bartering platform. Sold to a galaxy of inspiration, he kneeled; croaked; howled; groaned; kicked and swallowed, but not even self-anointed death and humiliation, could turn him from the drastic feeling, of a lavish slavish life-style; And the encounters between Sir Headshore and the smelted world were magic forever: Damnedest revolt; savage desert; dreams drunk from ox bladders and from the hooves of mules; fragrant spice baths and sweet revival – And the Raider of the litmus, the Knight to the east in Jupiter; with a red heart burning like an over used sexual organ and blue lungs livening like eyes opened for the first time, he scares the birds out of their yards, as rumour becomes gospel under god’s spell. TWO The amphibious blood in Judas on his ice chariot, spreads like radium through the nightmare. The Cactus Christ hangs under a vinegar black sky and Judas swings silhouette, on an orange horizon. THREE ‘Pack up your fat station boy.’ Is the command, as Monseigneur Bastardy with an alien curled up in his brain, returns to Urth - the words carried over from the Separate-Side, pulsing in his thoughts the motto: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 184 POWER TO THE PEOPLE AND THE POETS THEY INVENT. Landing in his favourite uniform, the dandy Bastardy hunts for his farewell, in a life set-up for a polished poet, with nothing more but memoir and poem aiming down at his strange energy: freedom. FOUR Do you have love for the prey eerie palace, where the Birds of Paradise flock around the nomadic pasture, in the chamber massive and continuous. Do you tourist the rooms and doorways, obscure places and nod with satisfaction. If not go deeper. See moustaches and grins as you are swept up in a dance, surrounded by a crowd of naked young girls. Festival climax or ancient religion? And you convert, increasing your complications, lessened by the circle of dancers and dragon-like embers, adding to the joyous chaos. And with fondness to wine, ancestors and graveyards, the goat ritual tribes a population to furniture at your celebration hooves. And you are infidel and cousin, neighbour and outlaw, beckoned and offered baskets of berries, nuts and dried fruit in the harvest of the glowing spirit. And as a slave, block-by-block you entertain the gods, playing a harsh journey, building up structure and evidence of your creative capture. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 185 And it is all sunlight and turquoise, corn and stone as galaxies import plumage to help you fly further, into dark fields of ingenious darker destinies. FIVE Sun up easy, the boot-hill kicks down the liquors spill. He wears a cotton shirt, starched in devils ink and fight floor dirt. Thick-ribbed, the bath water slips into the sheets of his twilight veins, the love drool bleeding from a gash on his forehead. An ambitious clock hits in the moon stuck hour, as boldly, a sarcastic anger locks and loads in his grinning eyes. The selfindulgent atmosphere, now his for keeps. From his opponents rabid readiness, a grim chuckle shovels red fuel into the hot-wheel, as suddenly with a horned-hippo leap, he climbs into his opponent, the restless vendetta between the two, a feel good hatred, a hurricane, a black coat of insult, a boorish stammer. SIX The pinkish-red-split-pungent-edible-juicy-pulp and the ovenpipe, the pigpen and that ol’ grease pump. Tobacco like dung mud’s the room. Her jigsaw jaw yaps away, her toxic teeth puzzling: neither of snake nor growling dog, cat or yellow-toothed owl, her busied talk all about: Her oversexed pimp; delinquent boys; her idea of absolute love; her scoffing interpretation of marriage; her period; women who please women, in ways men could only wish; her kinky fantasies and what an old-fashioned girl she really is. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE SEVEN 186 Tall dry grass hisses in the savannah wind, like a hot beetle zinging off his shiny train-line desert hoopla bicycle bell little tin song. He’s a cartoon bug, a cheery & colourful fella, now squished like a tube of paint going ‘Aah!’ or ‘Owe!’ or ‘Ouchy, ouchy!’ splattered like a drop of comical-animated-rain, on my gross connection with the outback, track jacked, rider racked, unmapped-traveller-trap, raw indigenous rolling landscape windshield. EIGHT B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Electric fried chicken chicks with dicks & hard-on’s pussy punters & cock hunters, neon blue on a sky of black with stars & red the style of blood in stripes, running. NINE Who knows what illness will overcome. It is sure to be some new talented disease, performing tap dance, stand up comedy, or a deathly mime over the enthralled audience of the body. Behind camouflage, is evil laying cards. a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END  THE BIBLE ATOMIC BULLET ALCHEMIST One man maintains a fortune. 187 Where bees slumber and fry, the poppy-cool barbarians in the summer, like tigers die. Skull and cyclone, ripple and replace, the psychic and his poet sidekick, calIed upon by their ancestors under the command of the Desperado prince, they deal with the relic and race of war, tied to a rogue & scoundrel hot stuff. The cosmic storm and surprise-filled-drugs are keys to the vista outside of time, where both the psychic and his poet sidekick are prepared to die. Sins bill has been paid for. ATOMIC BULLET ALCHEMIST: Impregnated by my lathering food, the bitch grows bigger bigger in the nude. Her hymen bit the dust, her baby girl blood rhyming with the many other women bust. Magician, psychic and venereal poet, I am drunkard and prostitute, executed criminal and I know it. DOG RAGEST: Repetitious cow, the fragrant petite air, how it redecorates neat, the tangled lands escape. ATOMIC BULLET ALCHEMIST: Dirt and cloaks. Bath not said the raven, for it is a ravaged Man’s hoax to be clean. Low and craven the artist wears his skins liquid breath: a haven for the reptile. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE DOG RAGEST: 188 And as it is that stubborn fools finally always reach the top and the shortcomings of great men, is the starting point to building cult status, then indeed unable to stop, always wanting to fight the lion, great men prone to flying, they dare that awakening to come out of Orion. ATOMIC BULLET ALCHEMIST: Paint murals; build memorials, dead men raised into lovers, no longer sit beneath melancholia’s covers. Alive, I tell you, we are as the first things in the world, a certain alienated majesty. Alive! Alive! Alive! In sweet aplomb. DOG RAGEST: From beneath the surface, the animal emerges, with just one purpose, to vent its fascinating anger verbose. ATOMIC BULLET ALCHEMIST: And set off by the endless role of invisible attire in the form of his brand of drink, drug and desire, the Artist-General overseeing the open range, intoxicated by sin and the flash dream, he clambers higher and rapt like a debonair-Satan, heading to war, heading to the challenge, ready to make a name for himself. TWO DOLDAME VIRGEN: Ohh! Ohh! My ointment finger presses the indent paradise where I linger. Ohh! He gives me the shivers, he gives me the rats and he brings me that “Yes! Yes! Yes!” my finger delivers. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE ROXY HADY: 189 In a land named Phattle, where the cattle roam fat and where the foothills foam with flowers and the sun hats of young girls, the soft blossom soil awaits to be awakened. DOLDAME VIRGEN: Your tongue over my ass and in my thigh, your warm lung sigh over my nipple, hair and pie. Oh my love, ride and see me, come to me creamy, “Ohh!” my love, above. ROXY HADY: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Like a raunchy pomegranate queen, the endless maiden weans herself, no more sucking and licking her thumb, but waiting with legs wide open & a fresh offence, for her man to be. THREE ATOMIC BULLET ALCHEMIST: The immortal bandit, I don’t think I could bare it, to see him release his last shot of smoke and hand it to God. DOG RAGEST: Persistence and extravagance, now there’s an existence. No fear to be evicted from this fleabag hotel, this second-hand shell. The soul has its own continuing story to tell. ATOMIC BULLET ALCHEMIST: Rome and jubilee; it is at this moment when we need take steps, to bow to our shape-shifting powers and line our meretricious drinks, with fine noise and poison. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE DOG RAGEST: 190 The running Reb and the cunning Cherub, rolled into one they are the profound-prince-poet, sexy and ruined, rude and lewd, taking flight from a new end to win her, to pour his love, to prove his kisses and to adore that sacred woman, enchanted with sins hisses. EARL HERB EARL HERB: Tie a scarf around my boot and shoot me down into a river root, my blood drying into a dilapidated moustache: this flute flower whistling the final loot. SMUT PINK: It’s a fiery hailstorm, it’s Revelations mail, or just plain hell. The salvation Iawnmower ripping up the nails, that hold down our water pails, or cutting us down like wheat. It is a story that never burns out, or must ever be witheld. EARL HERB: The old favourites, the high-strung rites, the vanguard adventure, they are all but a curious sensor, pressing the button, to release our state of weightlessness. SMUT PINK: All the marvellous things envisioned and promised, but instead you took the Impostor City; the stones made into bread and the chance to jump & fall, immune to the landing; all these apparitions and more you took. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE EARL HERB: 191 A gamy drinking leg; a moldy lung; a hacked brain, look at what I have become: a marauderous drifter, made to wade through the world in explicit pain. SMUT PINK: There is a new dawn over the hill - go - seek and find it. EL SENOR ELOQUENCE DEVIANT BEHAVIOUR: K I R S T E N With a die-hardy fever and clammy daisy hands, El Senor Eloquence moved hazy like the soft frolic of a deathbed Caesar. Smouldering his smooching body into every smoky dive and flesh hole, one after the next, he would always stumble out alive and whole, only to plummet himself back into the void, until there was an altercation to the script. BORDERING ON INSANITY: So hopeless was he by the end of the night, that he couldn’t walk straight, or talk great and that is how he loved to be left, in a prim and proper mess; beaten-up by his own will and debauched by life. DEVIANT BEHAVIOUR: Lingual in his dress, like a fine recital, El Senor Eloquence: a fight till the very end, would address all life forms, paying them all the same courtesy, of a trip through his ignited imagination. BORDERING ON INSANITY: Weak from the spirit he carried, he lugged with him a rich carpet bag, stuffed with a zoo of pills; firing liquor; imported B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 192 cigars; LSD & XTC; a deck of cards; a dead watch; a jar of magic-mushrooms; a brick of Malawi-gold; a bank bag of Transkei-red; letters from his one and only love; a Japanese newspaper and orders to proceed. DEVIANT BEHAVIOUR: Into the back room, with a buoyant libation in one hand, a fine piece of pussy cupped in the other and a big fat cigar clenched between smiling teeth, El Senor Eloquence would with a clairvoyant air and an above-average flair, seek non-other than the appealing facets in others and the tacit darkness within. SENOR ELOQUENCE: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Don’t be sorry, just be yourself. FLAIR DRAM: Over the intercom, the dusty voice of the sobbing aviator reads from the pencilled sheets of paper, torn from a pocket book, breaking the news in poetry: DUSK: R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey I always thought the wine I gave, would sell out first; before the blood of an ordinary song, but I was wrong. DRAM: The self-exploration: the foolishness. The expression: the madness. DUSK: Proverb hell, proverb wisdom, Show and tell the road to capacities stardom. L E E  THE BIBLE DRAM: 193 And the tires roll like a non-stop boot on some vital road, leading toward that sky loaded with arson and rocket dye; throw the fire-bars into the oven-head and speed at break-neck speed. DUSK: I lit the sticks, I rode the river, I was alone, my thoughts be silent. THE HONEY-COLOURED LIGHT AMBROSE: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D She enters the room, her fine calves encased in the smoothest of stockings. AURORA: Naked on the bed he lays, his manhood erect curling her towards him. AMBROSE: Moving onto the cool sheets, she takes his clean-shaven chin, pressing his lips to the red circle on her breast. AURORA: He parts his mouth, sucking with a devouring wetness, on her whorling nipple. AMBROSE: a letchard inc odyssey L E E Spreading her legs, she lowers her mantle of oblivion over him, murmuring as she whets his rigid member, rubbing in and out of her.  THE BIBLE AURORA: 194 Going straight to his brain, as the lava runs through his veins, she pushes his senses, his palms scorching her thighs with their fever-heat. AMBROSE: Her rosy cheeks, her glowing eyes, her craving breath, such delicious feeling fills her, as he penetrates the secret. AURORA: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D In a rapture of their own, their passion waxes, with his inflamed candle, gleaming within her hot lantern. AMBROSE: She gazes at him with a pleading glaze in her eyes; the power of his unbroken stride frightening her, but in the erotomania of the moment, both keep hungry almost burstingout, keeping it painfully-sweet, as she, dancing with a shimmer in her lip and a shudder in her body, she lets out a piercing shriek, as the phantasm vanishes, and she falls to earth, back into the arms of her inspiring lover. SONJA GROG: Hear me strange, as I tell all over town, the story of Sonja: Sonja the girl who liberated the perfection of change. Sonja, the aloof recluse to her lairs carnival. Sonja the hallucination dabbler. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE HAZEL: 195 My daughter to meticulous highs and photographic mutations. Oh jovial, comfort loving child, you ignored them all, as you allowed your fantastic monster free influence. Sonja; I love you, I love you, I love you. GROG: And as it turned out into a serious life of pubic hair and synthetic inventions, Sonja the carnal-girl, adopted a tempestuous super-reality to be her cosmos. GLORIA: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Playful child, so much braver in her youth than the rest of us, oh Sonja where did you go. I recall that you enjoyed it-all rather more oddly, than we did. Oh Sonja, oh girl, oh girl, oh girl. GROG: Portrait of a misty miss in distress: Sonja, you were master of the playful spirit, on the stage of centuries of ghosts, all called in your name. Sonja, recreate us savagely and distort. BOWN: She was an angle-heart, that is all, an angel heart. She was cheerful, yet realistic, conventional, yet abstract, impressive, yet eliminated by her beauty, which we all saw as celestial. GROG: In the early days, spending much of her time, searching for her place in life, it became an aeon of strains and tensions, wild and menacing; and predicting her own fate, at the advent of her life, she described what her life was to be: A universe of yearning, for something misplaced. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE MAY: 196 A hypersensitive darling, with a ballet of delusions in her wonderful head, Sonja my light hearted harlequin, I miss telling you, how much I really love you; Sonja you were always the one. ATLAS RAT HOLE - ATLAS APPLE And so flags away; I am throwing down the dice With Blood on its Dots, To watch the Forked Tongue rise, Baptizing the square seas In galactic maps, And the soft motion Of bizarre art, Illustrated within the blood, That churns in the Tribal Climax. Master of beautiful things limited; man of the boyish dream; amateur of the halo, at the top of an intense-Asia, you bore and score; the parabolas in my brains wail. The sureness of touch is prime. The lidded gaze, sleeping the sleepless sleep. VENOMOUS LAERTES Venomous loose sufferer, it may be death, but still what is your weapon? We are dead, drowned in your work, our vital-reddening having fed the hanging fang. There is something within us: it is not madness, but perhaps a bodiless creation, perhaps our pulse keeping time, perhaps the B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 197 fighting soul of intricacy, perhaps a possession or perhaps nothing but madness. We are dead, our breath has been said; eaten by worms, our innocent past that we murdered has been avenged by a Holy Bible anger, which has now brought all our imperfections down, upon our Canopy of Pleasure. We are dead, having lived a full life in dangerous poetical glory. The blue murder on the highway, having turned our mind blown day, out onto the nether way, open to any road. K I R S T E N NEW BURNING SANDS Train faced we advanced, confronting the Global Station. I still remember it so well. Everything new that passed, no matter how peculiar, we found familiarity within - which proved to us that the fight of our lives was still on. I recall that it was our songs, the songs of free men, enduring the death of their fellow companions, that became our breath, as we piled on the memory and knowing that we live not for the dried earth, but for the victory of those who have died - who are strong enough to remain noble in our minds. And next to me, a poet scratched with red brick, on a white wall: AS DESPERATE AS THIS BLUE ONION IS, WE MUST REMAIN THE DAUGHTERS AND SONS BORNE OF LOVING CIRCLES. Life is the bitch and we are merely the cool cats, roaming in the glitch. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE LIFE ACCOUNT 198 Birth is such a funny thing, as is death, which is so peculiar. And the cat stalked like a flightless hawk, into the Rosetta night, never to be seen again, never to return to the Island. Born by emotion, we caught a vivid bus ride, to the sunken space of conception and melting arctic. By means of classical objects; aberrations; mementos; halation’s; the Great War; the swans reach in the pain of a nocturne; a good outfit to die in; dementia; comic sorcery; odd odes; space travel fare; loss; playful and candid binges; asphyxiating anxiety; barren paranoia; fruitful terror; breathtaking gardens; swampy pools; blowing leaves; the smell of stale bedrooms; subconscious paint; the beaten face of death; philosophic confessions and smoking in the rain, we caroused the line of life. And as a person must eat to be who they are, we sat down at duration’s table, in front of champion fish; lobotomy bacon; rhinoceros-lipped peaches; climaxed potatoes; grey cabbage; cracked sugar; bourbon red coffee; sock juice vodka; creamy centred delights; motor oil fudge and rolled herbicide, while in our lapels shone a dead rose, as we validated and remained to die by our adipose. MEAT AND DRINK ON THE SAME TREE Running The Tongue up onto her filleted pallet and snuffing The Nose in amongst her stinky boobs, the light is turned out. Her face disappears, all except for a wet shine in her eyes. Like onion mixed with fish saliva, the whiff of her groin is caught, as The Tongue is shoved into her sack of orgasms and rippling colours. Moaning like an old toothless dog, with worms and fleabites on its balls, she tenses and releases. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 199 Rasping The Taste Buds over her spare mouth, her little mound of burning ice cream, becomes thicker and raised with excitement, as all in one moment, unable to hold back her beauty, she pours out her delightful liquid; The extremely warm and sweet taste, mingled with acid, flowing copiously down The Throat. It is nectar. Perfect nectar. THUMBNAIL He was the direct image of talent without a master, genius without a victim, as he sat in the candle shifting room: ironic and ordinary, yet obscene and painfully psychological in his selfimposed intensity. But, through all the attachments of second-thought placed on him, was reincarnated the virtuous air of purpose, which seemed to gush from the gash-like smirk on his face & a telling look that coolly shouted out: “I am the greatest!” But living for living sake, is enough to piss any gambling man off. No, for him there had to be a reason, a winning reason why the mission to launch him into existence was not aborted by the gods. And so for the question that haunts many, who may have misgivings about their very own existence: Are we here for a special reason, or is it our duty to enforce our own special grounds on why we do exist & why we are indispensable. Yes! There is an undertaking to fulfil & we have to fight hard at making it a life, that is a scintillating find - a life worthy of research & reckoning - a bomb of big heart. And so ... B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 200 The night approached restlessness. Cats straggled over the roofs of houses. Stars chirruped unremittingly. Sex flung moans, from that of brutes and morsels. Dogs oafed to the subsonics. And well under the breaking shell of morning, he wrote frightfully in unison to the beckoning blood-pure song of the early bird. And to this, frantic like a vampire terrified of the ever-encroaching light, he threw down his pen; to sag in syrupy shuteye and black vomit dream ... LOBSTER Detestable Man is comprised of slick fiction. His mentality twirls with the invaluable compendium of decadence & deviance; conquest; terrible deaths; blind chasing lust; sexy women; heroes; sensational spectacles; egos and childish sentiment, While his thermometer penis forages the atmosphere for any kind of hotness. The detestable man in wedlock with risk and its perennial hemlock, is like a painted battle, Always in the place where war stands. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Devotion Exploratory c c c c  THE BIBLE PARADOS - NOTE ONE INTERPRETER OF NATURE: 202 Hand and wand over brains of discovery, mark-out your land and puff the cobra-hubbly-bubbly, to hit upon the mists of old tradition, in a fiery blast of comfort and admission. MARJORAM PLAGIARISM: And the percussion of flint and steel ignite the bubbling dung, ordering the oars of the dug out tree, to strike the seas sparkling lung. K I R S T E N INVESTIGATOR OF TRUTH: Reap the green blade and search for knowledge in colossal burgeons and witness the flame that plays about the head and hair of young boys and virgins. PARADOS - NOTE TWO BALLAST: The secrets of nature betray themselves further, when tormented by the open aperture, than when left to stray by their own fervour. PRINCIPLE OF ARTS AND THINGS: Ambassadors and Bastidos, Friends and Dividends, these summaries of prestigious token, are to swat away the errors of past ages, in a hope that the ink may be thickened, so as to stain without running down, these last pages. FOOL: The obvious I did not choose, and in this my ignorance did B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 203 I severely abuse, with the swelling of the good and the bad news; and in my headway, I lift to the sky the ethereal spark divine, editing the deeply rooted habits of my scorched & frayed mind. PARADOS - NOTE THREE INQUISITION PRATTLER: Visit the excellent treasure of your mind, and beset the strangeness and darkness of its tabernacle, to find the powerful tragic pleasure, of what is behind this comical, dramatic and horrific cocksure exposure. K I R S T E N PARADOS - NOTE FOUR OBSERVANT EYE: Innocence cannot hold a rich man who rides comets, for in a sense, he gives law unto himself, dependant on critical comment. LAST POINT: And as you go from place to place on your scholarly travel, remember my kid, that ambitious princes always turn into melancholy’s rabble and that monuments of wit and learning, are more durable than monuments built to honour The Rise of a kingdom; And one last point my kid; never forget as you pass, to dock daily sacrifices and freewill offerings to the president of the muses and the god of the flocks, in homage to your terrible freedom. FOOL: Be it that you love your friend as your closest enemy and B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 204 hate your enemy as your closest friend, but when worshipping, recognize that it is the fault of some gods, that in their feet are their ears, so be it that you shout at the gods, instead of having to bow down, like a grovelling dog. TRUMPET NARCISSUS: And fathomed in lifes naked scope, the subversive neck, reposes from a cursive rope. FROM HERE TO THE END OF MAKING BOOKS This is not a well-written tragedy by a tragic spectator - no - it is a natural explanation of independent nerves, or as a tragic prince once put it: w-o-r-d-s. Typing on a typewriter of dry ice, the poet a writer of unhealthy songs, in a life of wry vice, he extracts the fools gold between the hammer and the anvil, working on the payroll of the devil, publishing the rebellious rains of secret language. ‘Immoral immortal love, accompany the stranger in our midst, on his revels, that he may improve his education by taking part in the festivals of the Gods and with their help, may he attain the pleasurable sense of harmony, in his search for his cry’s song and rhythm in his search for his movement’s dance.’ And when the big pin drops in onto your silence and paranoia, when the pattern is unchanging and when the mind drags your soul into confusion - return into yourself, into the other world: the region of purity and immortality - into the state of wisdom & serenity. PROEM B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E He glided with languid and powerful strides, the silver coins in his pocket, making the sound of steel-spurs, illustrating the image of the Revenant Rider, well chosen by a past unborn.  THE BIBLE 205 In his hand he kept a note book, which within was written words wailing: love; a young man’s anger; the neon carvings of drugs; creed; masks of passport; excellent wishes and totem pictures, convoking the ethnic earth to oversee. Under the yawning of the night and the dawning of the light, the canopy pterodactyls would shelter him, circling the thermals high above. A poor cursed life, he walked the earth alone, mortgaging his soul, for several moments of freedom. What is a poem, but the signature of a name. K I R S T E N GOD SENDS MEAT, BUT THE DEVIL SENDS COOKS At last, on this one beautiful day, The boat is lowered and leased, As away go the skeleton crew, On their first practical share of The wide-open ocean feast. On the weather beaten deck, The ancient pot-pipe is kept in check, The flames of which are fed with cannabis-grip, Blazing brilliantly, throwing a big glare over all The ship. And dealing in pawnshop doctrine, the thirteen Corpses pass-on in mutilated jargon, Their comedy crowned in a tone shady & sullen. And in an unlimited indulgence of debauchery, Limply happy, the lovable lazy They convulse in their dying purity, As out of the primeval deep, They awaken to the blessed bewitching song of Sirens, Beckoning them into a world of dirt & sex-slavery B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 206 And stabbing the sails into the mazarine, off onto more exploits on the flat blue marine The Boat, rigged with impromptu On an ocean voyage Developing strange faculties In each jolly sailor, It is what has become to be A boy’s tailored experience, With his dead crewmen who salute him as their Captain Of the stout sober sea. LIFE LEVELS K I R S T E N The earliest known evidence of the Stone Age was in Autumn, when the poet wrote out his heart in open poems: scrawled down & crowned and well prescribed; high up in his signal tower. The earliest known evidence of the Bronze Age was in Spring, when the poet did sit in composition of the exit, which beat within the karmic thud. The earliest known evidence of the Golden Age, was when ahead of all other poets, whipping the road and forcing the end, a slave to freedom, the poet escaped the rut of love, off the highroad and onto the open road, diluted by the wilderness sun and the mad-cool heroics by the go-devil spun. AMBER WELL ONE Reading the little book, brought Life Before his eyes very clearly, Taking his remembrance back, to the day When he had seen it all, Dancing in the early morning sunshine, On the green, with its back against the wall. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE His Life had been so beautiful in its youth And innocence And so pathetic in its attempts That all he had wanted, Was to pick it up in his arms And take it into some bejewelled And spellbinding pit; Which he did. TWO 207 K I R S T E N And the Rebel Minister, with triggered-clutch, a kicked-downpedal and dust for tyre tracks, he revs his engine and speeds out of the church grounds and looks into his rear-view mirror at the steeple crucifix, which is nothing to him but a telephone pole, with its communication lines cut. And with its vertical grill grinning, the big metal car guns along the black streak, swaying with a heavy hipped momentum, like a hard-bodied dancer, leading one to the hole in the wall; and so through the hole with cool and focused steering, the Rebel Minister clock-wises the radio knob. An announcement juts out: ‘News flash - Today, a wild madman left a congregation dumb struck, when delivering a message entitled: “The One and Only Truth” - we now return to our regular transmission, of out of this world music.’ And the Rebel Minister, reaching into his glove compartment, he pulls out a rag to wipe the expression of shatter-proof resistance on his face, as he turns up the volume, and leans his elbow out the window, breathing in a fresh new air, as he pulls up into the church grounds, of the congregation next on his hit list. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE THREE NOMADIC INDEX - ONE CHANDOO: 208 From the yawns that dug up the dawns fierce words to rend, here is by the grandest Migrator and trail-worn Newsman, a fresh limb of legend. GUANO: Painfully we graze our throats on blunt-cigars, and fill in the blank prophesy, under the audacity of our rank scars, with our quartz tipped pens veined with gold ink, bleeding into the pages of our pioneering faux pas, NOMADIC INDEX - TWO LAUDANUM: Such an honoured fixture is the Backwoodsman, stoned erect, with not as much as a summation of fear, for the Headless-huntsman hot on his heels. LACONIC: To defy, or to deal jest with the fear of having to die, that is the quest. NOMADIC INDEX - THREE OPHITE: In the w h i t e fire of the sky-light, in their marinated walled abodes, the Fahrenheit mauled Troubadours' disrobe & drink pop skull, basking in the brisk circulation, of helium baskets that mull above their heads, dropping sand bags of life altering, scorching hallucination & inventive vision. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE PUR SANG: 209 And subsuming the simplicity and loftiness of nature, the doting Sun Bearer in gaudy ribbon and eagle plume, he pulls apart the earth’s suture, implanting a new lambent orb, to hearten the world with merriment and its long lost hope. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E END KillerProtector c c c c  THE BIBLE SWITCHES You keep going through Switches, I never know who you are, or which day it is You keep me putting on brakes you make me funny in my head, uncertain in my skin, 211 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D goddamn-it man, how my heart aches to be me again. I am questioning silence, I am finding excitement under your lies, your eyes growing wild they would kill me to keep me to keep me in the dark. You are going through Switches, mine you turned off, having sat a long time with me on the bench in the park when I was to ashamed to go home, when the world spun a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 17 yrs drunk, because, all I did that year was write poetry & get up to junk & all my school did then, was stamp on my report card a big fat F for flunk! I will miss you when I can no longer pass out & the flames & the insanity & the eternity of hell keeps me up, though not like a child eager to visit his holiday & play. “How is it that grown-ups have to be such cunts. How is it that they don’t live in dreams with their imaginary friends. How is it that they are so petrified?” Why can’t I die, to see a child. Why can’t I die, to be me! 212 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end The Red Letter c c c c  THE BIBLE ONE ‘I doubt God will charge me with a misdemeanour, when I am guilty of something grand.’ 214 THROUGH INVENTION, IS THE DISCOVERY OF NEW EVILS A NECESSARY ABOMINATION Cool recess Dismal hours EDUCATED LUXURY: B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D In Felon libraries we slept, kept on edge with subterranean fires, the melody in our heads & the dictating lyric ... FIXATING & TERRIFIC Be the fire that penetrates the page the statue that permeates the bronze the vehicle of accurate communication Be the monument of the moment a masterpiece of life AND RAGE AGAINST THE DRAG Don’t want to be saved, Just want to be loved MOVE-ON BY THE OLD SIGN OF FRACTURED PAINT Scattered together we run as one ... OUR MINDS PLAYED UPON BY THE CHANGE OF WIND AND DIRECTION a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE TWO In my ambient ambulance I glide on track, Passed the fermenting Traffic lights on The wet black AND I QUENCH THE KILLING SMILE On my couch As deep as A velvet grave I close my eyes And soothe into The journeys repose 215 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D AND I SINGE MY WINGS ON THE SYRINGE OF MIDNIGHT Carried away On my High priced caravan, I draw the curtains In the sky And the sails On my abandoned ship THE ABYSS IS A MINE FILLED WITH PIRATE GOLD ... Where you can buy your ... MARVEL SOUL ... Your deed demonic whole AND I SAW & HELD THE NIGHT VISION THROUGH MY ANDROGYNOUS STARE UNDER HALLUCINATION a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE THREE And with a hit man stroll ... I ROLL I am the nipple emperor I am the grapeshot roarer ... AS DRUNK AS ZEAL ... And getting higher 216 K I R S T E N BETTER FILL THE BOY WITH IDEAS - BETTER FILL THE GIRL WITH THE MAN She’s the chill out queen HER MANSION IS EMPTY BUT IS EASY TO FILL With her ankles on your hips and her eyes wide with pills BREAK INTO THE ROOM - PLAY INTO THE ROAM B Poets Bible R I C H A R D See everything of what you heard ... a letchard inc odyssey LET FREEDOM BE A DAILY ERECTION TO THE SUN ... Keep the deep dream lit ... FUCK BOTH ASSHOLE & PUSSY-HOLE ... And live L E E LOVE IS THE STATUE CALLED PERFECT BLOOD ~ end The Epic c c c c  THE BIBLE PART ONE I On a blue oriental rug The big wheat field in the sky Rides & rides & rides With wings from the golden scarab bug. Off the Red Indian pipe Chronicles describe the blow & the hype Leaving signs & ensigns with opening passage ripe:Register yourself to the Hotel of Expanse, Where the meeting place is a cigar bar & the rooms are perfumed with Spermatozoon sozzled sheets & delectable poon-tang ever so sweet. Register your mind to the Safari of Lounge, Where the people are fully open & the mystique & physique is wanton, Here within, our unison is a salubrious font. 218 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N Deception of the senses, Is the pleasure of the senses. II And from a misty hill the silhouette voice patrols: ‘I have connived & plotted the events & the outcome of each empire to the world. I have wringed my hands & revelled in the pain & suffering I have caused the human race & have seen my infectious handy work grow, but I am still tired of nothing, except the revelation, that I am a doomed outcast, a defeated foe, a lightning bolt from God, whose game, is nearing its heady end.’ a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE And unlike this Dark priest, Sable prince, Raven angel, There is a man, A wise character, One with the character of the Everyman, Who turns the key and unlocks the zodiacs of The universe; He is out there, out there in love. Ill 219 K I R S T E N Out onto the Great Sand-Sea Under the blue obelisk & fresh disk, Men march off for war sworn into soldiery, Commandeered by The General into savage belief. War: an Exodus to escape boredom. A chance for warlike men to blow-up the crooked road: a distraction cultivated under times of inactive service, when the blood is domesticated by peace. And so in The General’s secret chamber, By act of a satanic & nightmarish mirth, The men drink to a good death in battle And to the blood of the enemy. Every man’s ransom lies in his own back yard. IV A thief of pleasant stash: A thief of new effects & bold experiment A thief inditing his own light, never imitating The Divine Achievement. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE A thief of simple natures, afforded access To the gears & the mystery. A thief of ancient investigation & miscellaneous discovery. V Letters have no mature But words, words detain nature, they make her into an island & root her with true and exquisite touches. 220 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D VI Deep green hieroglyphics in holographic motion Interpret strange customs & language, In this land of the super-sleep. With Turkish-stone belly dancers & Greek-stone concubines, At the surrender of The Ceremony of The Mind, Our stay here is very welcome. Partake from the thermogenic pipe-bowl and smoke the Insect raw, the sting from which eternal dreams, one can draw. Lucky crooks are a virtue. VII Entrances & exits of delight & blood like tea on a Moroccan patio. Views & experiments of the furnace & brains like egg on a Sahara rock. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE VIII See their dark ships, On the rowdy crowd of wet salt, Travellers moving home, Held back by the bell and the bolt. See them capsize off the decks, Into the wet flame of the Mediterranean black, Voyagers on trial, Proven by the weight of their Pilgrim-sack. See them pray thanks on the shores of sight, Men of muse once sheer Men of passion once clear, Now ready to receive the light. The observed day is the portal of the Peregrine. IX Men of The World, where ever they are, There their Home is. Drink the drink of The Incas, And know Civilisation. 221 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE PART TWO I Iridescent trip along the lane of summer’s spring, I by your opiated moon & sun In this destruction of origin, Own the riddling hormone of The Epic Passion: The The The The warmth is my audacity, cool is my intellect, hung jury is my genius great host is I. 222 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Obey the dream & be conscious of your own ignorance. II Fighting for a place in the bosom of the Atlas, The poet earned his Turban-crown, from the beaten Promethean prince of Asia. Lifting the cause of the fearless, The paragon poet shoulders the world And as an enlightened despot, He serves his God and his people well. The The The The Ill challenge is yourself. race is your growth. destination is your life. rest is your legacy. a letchard inc odyssey L E E Far from objecting, the poet gets close to his subject. A trusted stranger, he moves in On the new lives he wishes to partake of  THE BIBLE And by this encounter becomes The leading mascot of their beliefs & outset, As he with his newfound partner in crime, shines on once again as the Juvenile jewel of... The hunt. 223 PART THREE I A smouldering ashtray like a smoky ruin Stoops amid empty bottles, strewn like dead soldiers. This may be the result of warlike action, Or just the end of debauchery. He who burns in excess, burns the one Accompanied by him. II Listen to the World & know it is to become Heaven, Trapeze the gentle smoke of oblivion & know we are on top of Hell. A backfire of centuries has chased us here, Standing on the verge of God’s Second Coming. Ill B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E Pursued by grief, we blot out our troubles, Engaged by marvellous medicines & soft voices in our romantic ears.  THE BIBLE At our head lies an open vision. At our feet lies the closed earth. IV You cannot dissuade A man with a mission, or A man with a staff, For in his way He is excellent. And as all poets are princes, By birthright They are chosen By Real danger. 224 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D PART FOUR I Dynamic auras bristle around glorified expressions, Beneath the absinthe stars of the charged country, Where ordinary people: Switched on & rigged out, Are lit up like shops filled with vibrant provisions. Face them with a smile & prove the comfort within The erudite scarecrow. II To dance the dance of death, is to seize the power to burn. a letchard inc odyssey L E E To court the brotherhood of death, is to be both captive and lion. To swallow the hard truth, is to be a beast bound to bloodlust.  THE BIBLE 225 Under-go; and wear out the many bodies & minds of your craze. Ill Broad days & nights in clouds of Spain, Spent wild like seas that want a shore, Keep the blades chopping in the tornados core. The uprooted ruby rose, Pulled from the cheeks, of many dead-visionary-heroes, Is the heart under the bonnet, of the Quixotic machine. K I R S T E N PART FIVE I Soul kisses are nothing, compared to the feast of you. A luxurious lover of long-suffering climax, Woman I am so much in love with you, Your power & everything your heart lacks. II Confidants exposed in each other’s arms, In the dance with the performance to explode, Lovers clipped in the thirsty calm of kisses, Together they banquet on each other’s carnal blisses. Beauty is the destiny of the goddess. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end Ode To Hell c c c c  THE BIBLE A By your feet; My nympho Calypso, On the orange shores Of my Odyssean delay For seven years detained & deranged The charred remains of my many disguises Blatantly arrange. Heaven’s student, summer degree, De luxe aurora, too becoming to see. B 227 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Place of solace in solstice, Dungeon of the bride’s night fire, As delicacies of the sensuous tomb Lacking the imperfection of loud-guilt We lend our growing changes, to your secret quivering womb. Connection is to produce, or to be produced. C Having begun the conquest of air And having to be the first to rise from the earth, Is to be the last and only Glorious Flyer. To add life, is to add death. To subtract life, is to add legend. To make valuable excursions, is to taste the world’s benefit. D And in the Lost City, the Lost Child Offers a prayer: a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE When, When will the swan-winged-snow ever cover this Aurum heat, my Eucharist Trip & When, When will the abyss of pain ever look with soft eyes Again. And outside the Lost City’s walls the Poet replies to The Lost Child’s prayer: Never, never, As forever The sun has run aground Lost deep in the Devil’s prison cell, A place of sweet disorder And unfathomable hell. The explosion of spirit into time Turns round And all within it Into space and its bottomless well. 228 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END The Last Explanation Death Defined c c c c  THE BIBLE (1) Walking in a daze, I, a sentimentalist or just a sensualist, have found myself back in my famed region of raze. Pioneer to some contested-battle which holds meaning only to myself, I stand unflinchingly, like a gazed upon creature with lordly silence & a brilliant head. - Treasure begins with mistakes of discovery. (2) Wasted & wrestling the Pharaoh’s gem: a slow pain, no, a loss, carries my soul over to them: Incapacitated against my will like a rape drug victim, with pen at the fireside they grab my paw & make me write-up my new moral & my new law: Freedom & power & worldly happiness in exchange for my ripped heart, 230 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE and the peace of that majestic moment: To sit on God’s good side, in Heaven one day & so for all of this without strength & sight, in their hands, I sign the word YES. (3) 231 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Now don’t ask me why, but to do & die, to live the living lie, that is what holds this man to the drunk rank of poet - it is not easy: - a pale battle lion writing its blood out, restoring its veins with drugs & wine. a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END The Yellow Pamphlet c c c c  THE BIBLE ONE An unseated eagle in the struck match of height, I repair the injured sky 233 ORACLE INCENSE - BIG BASTARDS TAME TRUTH INTO FICTION More than God, grows the emotions of a nation in me TOO MUCH SAID - SO LITTLE REMEMBERED Memories pass off into gutters, giving way to dream GATHER ALL We in a strange land lie in breathing tents, which in the wind exhaust WARM SOCKET VISIONS Everybody stares, finding the sin they never knew HORIZON PLOSION There’s freedom on your heels, jump and you’ll see WEALTH: The broken glass that kept the sun, moving us to the crackling sea IT NEVER RAINS WHERE WE SHINE B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE TWO 234 Free at last my soul relaxes in publication, to reside in the words and mouths of the hungry. Starve no more for I will fill bellies and minds alike THE WORN PAGE - THE PEN OF RAGING BLOOD Sacred criminals sympathize all the better when miserable with wine to dine their sorrow ... BRAGGING VULTURES ... These young men are from an ... B Poets Bible K I R S T E N AMAZON STAR - HOW GREAT AND POETIC WE ARE Lesson: The Lion with the beehive in its belly sleeps and is forever forgotten, but the Green Lion who devours the sun, is remembered and the gold it shits out is forever worshipped. WHERE EVER YOU GO - THERE YOU ARE It It It It is is is is not the prayer that counts it is the practice, the stance when one bears a walk on the extreme, to court destiny and to abort the fear of death, to live it! R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey LIFE IS A DARK ODE OF ROADS AND BORROWED TURN OFFS Darkened glasses Mournful eyes Dodging these Hallowed rays WHATEVER IS IN FRONT OF YOU IS BEHIND YOU L E E  THE BIBLE THREE I cruise the pavement with a large portion of fries: BAT-WING WICKED THE SHADOWS COME 235 Straining to pinpoint the feeling, but you can’t, as it really isn’t there LUCKY LUKE SINGS TRIBUTE TO EVERYTHING Teenage trippers, Ravers and Paranoid merchants, Deep dark druggies, Supermen, Artists and loving for a living CANDY-FLIPS & RIZZLA SHIPS Headlands of grace & stillness FOUR Pray-bird in parking-lot confessional ... I AM YOUR HALO OF WET LATEX - SEX SEX SEX I put marsupial money on the tough cookie with the bruised eyelashes and the fist sized jar HOT-HOLSTERED BODY Decoration of interest: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Undressing prostitute to girlfriend 236 SKIRT SERVES UP DESSERT - PROS.TI.TUTE: A LIFESUPPORT FOR A PUSSY Purrin’ puddin’ & phosphorous eyes; I love a wet panty LEMON JUICE AND TABASCO SAUCE - BABY YOU GOT IT HUNGRY My taxidermist eye fixed to the trademark price tag, on spicy pricey girlie-girls, the only 7th heaven to be found in this hell on earth, in these famous formidable times, when we so easily can be crushed-out like rebel ciggies, at any given time; so fuck a stranger & embrace the warm imminent danger, that we are running out of excuses, to ignore, God ... SO COME ON BABY OIL THIS TRAVELLERS PRICK BUTTERCUP CUNTS AND LA-LA NIPPLES Love me like the heathen of city streets that l am, make me forget why I am a fool ... AND GRIND PRECIOUS MEAT FIVE The tears piss from the pores in my eyelids ... CLEANSING OF MY EYES OR TOXINS FROM MY BRAIN ... B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E Bladder brain you may say - he is nothing but a pisser ... BUT I KNOW PAIN & IT RUNS YELLOWER THAN ACID RAIN  THE BIBLE Pen and paper stop the shivers 237 A COMPLEMENTARY TICKET TO HELL: ASSASSINATION THROUGH FASCINATION Yellow Tablet Syd Groovy Hair Lollipop Addict Mexican Shirt As High As A Whore & As Cool As White Sneakers B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D STROLL STROLL STROLL ... John Travolta with a ravolta BLOWING MENS MINDS Time sure flies when you’re jerking off THE TORN TRIP - THE THROWN PIT ... The beetle sadness of Hitler Acid drunk in a Waikiki shirt MOIRE PSYCHEDELICS Cobain head mince on a poster ... SUCKING FOR PHLEGM IN THE LOADED GROIN BLOOD-SHOT URGENT SOUL Bang! KODAK DARKNESS a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE SIX With my KIND-HEARTED STRANGER I drink tarot wine, SMOKE A BUBBLY Take a smooth slow ... CAT COOL WALK 238 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Look at the sun & TALK & TALK JUST TALKING In the sick green room TILL THE MOON IS DONE Yeah. SEVEN a letchard inc odyssey After-shave shots on a clean razor of thought TIMES ARE CHANGING MAGGOT Outpost: LUBRICATE THE SYSTEM WITH MIND-ALTERING DRUGS L E E Us as eye-strong as Chinese marksmen ERROR AND SPARK OF VARIETY:  THE BIBLE 239 Life is known but to a few, for we grow only by the things wrong, which we thought we knew CONTRADICTION IN STEADY INNOVATION IS COOLING HEADS IN HOODS ... He is sprinting the smoking woods ... THE MARVELLOUS APOSTLE: We need a vice of over-assured knowledge; one that seeks death yet is the originator of life. We need a start ... WE NEED TO FIND OURSELVES BACK IN THE BEGINNING B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Fun is the sacred light for all. Errorist knowledge: solo satisfaction. The gods love a young dying. Slow Boat Into The Sun The Intoxicated Poem c c c c The Lowliness of a Long Distance Traveller c c c c Follow your heart and you shall never be a stranger, in this land of friends.  THE BIBLE PART ONE 245 The road without repair, is a road of genius and lofty cruelty, a philosophy of vice stemming from pitiless observation. And within the brutish head the thoroughbred muscle pumps out the great road - the divine oblivion of total madness - that moonpoetic madness - the suffering temperament from which genius does its best work - this is what it means to be a pilgrimage for all those who love the Trip and who’ll sacrifice themselves for the destination. Let us now intervene into the heart of the Big Bang, tamed into a dream: - B Poets Bible K I R S T E N II Every little progress is the freedom from fear III The memory of the Fuck Queen. Her knowing eyes glazed with alcohol as we went into a toilet booth - her meaty mountainous calves around my waist - her well armoured back against the toilet door - her orchid in ecstasy gored by my bulls tendon. Such beautiful fuck-play - our act of lust a mimed death-scene, in which each steals the life of the other. IV Dare to know V We swim in clear-sighted trances dancing & popping & pilling & blazing weed, snorting & drinking & gushing down water R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE enjoying ourselves & our human companions. VI 246 Every generation has its superior distraction; a full engagement of the psyche and for it, music has always provided the needed sound, for deeds to be done to. The Soundtrack is King The Beat Detonates & Kicks the Shit K I R S T E N The Soundtrack is King The Rhythm Protracts & the Plasma Soul Reacts The Soundtrack is King. VII Cushioned in sedative comforts, relax your mind and the missing fact will find its way back to you. PART TWO I To be studied historically, this life in present is beautiful, but all what the photographs and words will only reveal, is that it was here: To die is to sigh an immortal relief To live is to give life your belief To love is to look to the world, Behind the sky, where sits Chief Rising Sun Together with his high-ranking warrior, The Thief. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE II This dusty body has led a multitude over itself, to get back to the innocence lost. All the drugs & sex & drink can never put me back together again. A lover a prisoner of Somnolent Realm, I span decades, from the cavalcade of love to the quintessential black heart. And I have loved both The chaste woman and the stinking slut, but I have loved nobody so much as I have loved you, my bloodless rancid foe. I am in my own hands now, God does not know what to do with me and has forgiven me for being blind I am in my own hand now, the pen & ink a blinding circumference, As I trip devour. 247 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Ill Think, breathe, speak-up & there-by exist IV I, a Sun Bird in deep thought, In the cockpit of my Rolls-Royce Merlin Brain, Desire nothing more Than nothing, To disturb my Drunken Raft, In my cage appraisal Of Tigerdom. 248 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Every man who falls in love, must eventually be shot down from the sky. PART THREE I What is night for others, is day for the one who sees. I am the Rebel, who cast the first stone. I am the howling demon, whose actions are witchcraft. I am the wicked and the most human. And on a chess-board-atlas Men carved out of stone They change the world And sometimes die trying, Embalmed in photographs & worshipped as Icons. II I cannot say When your life became mine, R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE But I lived it All the same; I dared to listen To the tell-tell heart And live out the Wrangling tale Of new bewilderment Lost from my own senses, I felt you more deeply. Lost from Jesus, I dowsed my own will & flicked the switch: 249 K I R S T E N III And running Through the pyrotechnics, That is the Boom in the blood Of the poet’s southern trail, I am lifted with rich new cause, Wishful and in full sight Of the Liquid cool distillery Of night. IV A man devoured By his own dream, I quest for An authentic existence Of true selfhood, In this alienation this estrangement, Hit by the inscription from The Dark Side: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE Our rising is inseparable From our falling. PART FOUR I 250 The colours of free-sex wash off, but paint great pictures for the mind to later exhibit. The swelling heart; the curdling testicle; the sigh; the squeeze; the nauseous penis ready to gut and the heady vagina ready to choke up, all cope to build the finest of roads to gallop & brush-in the animal-ritual-flesh, with a tantra-erotic-mantra. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N II Another Big Night Out: The wicked-sherbet numbing my throat like powder-burns on a gunfighters soul. The phosphorous eyes Lining the public domain Like a cat-road Sneering out territorial looks & then there she was, her hair like fat fuel billowing out curls of orange, burning there for me to see myself through her fire. Ahmad was his name R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE an Egyptian friend for the night, he took the both of us me & my new found love back to his place. I talked the whole night into the morning with him, while she slept with her head on my chest. Seeing that we needed to be alone together, he gave up his bed for me & her. I fucked her, she fucked me hard, we slept warm. The next day we left Ahmad in a long greeting of good-bye. I followed her the whole day in my deadhead scenario of a come-down, Then at the end, I kissed her on her mouth & she took-off; away. 251 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE PART FIVE (Dedication To A Great Lover) I You are the face of God & your body a lustrous gem is my slow, straddling, night sky harem. You are a poem written by God & when you move you cause my heart to murmur & my mouth to thirst for you. II 252 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Sensual without sin, A creature of instinct You arrange you hair, Your polished curves of flesh An ideal beauty divorced From mortal context. A plum of monumental decoration, Opulent as only deep lovemaking Can be, you allow me to feel As if I were at the end Of my life: Feeling the beautiful stain of your Dark serious heart, cloud & Impassion my own. a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Treaty of Falls c c c c  THE BIBLE FIRST PART And the drug A reassuring disease, it sloth’s over my body, the compounds of the motorized pill purring nine lives and a confident boredom into my soul. SECOND PART In foreign drip-echoing sub-corridors, the so-called no-man’s-land of the starving night, I gain access to my dark-side & begin to feel a dementia cocktail of anger & a calculating hatred by osmosis seep, from a deep dark drop in my heart, to my ever-thinking mind. To love oneself, is to respect ones own power. To feel ones own change, is to know the pain paid-off. To be shocked by ones own actions, Is a thrilling thing. THIRD PART ‘No entry has a return & no one seeks the light by that which they find through gates that burn.’ Far from touch In a desert as emptying this, 254 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE It is not so much of a sweat But the flight of time Through mummified bliss, In a blue mirage that is Dripping wet. My skin sips the sun & My blood sips the wine But most of all From this scenery That does make me rise, Is the unforgettable Beauty that dies. 255 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N FOURTH PART Age 17: the journey with the poet, turned the child into a man Age 17: the sunny sin with drugs and drink, took the man back to the child when ever he needed to meet the poet & experimenter of blood and delicacy. Age-old story: angry young man takes all down in his path - eating up the road and its cargo, on a crazed crusade that has only one end in sight: final peace. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE FIFTH PART Hanging around the trance & dance rooms of today, where broken knowledge & idle chit-chat is rife, I wonder & find out very easily by what’s up & goin’ on that God is still dead, but His soul lives on through love & the lasting beauty in this world that He left behind. 256 K I R S T E N SIXTH PART Bring me to the ships edge And let me drink to the fishes Sweet ponder The message from the Sun Emperor over and out Land of the open sky I am coming HOME. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E end The Paper c c c c  THE BIBLE A He lit his inspiration & spat down his beer THE HONESTY TOUGH - THE LIES IMPROVED Motive of torture cancels out the reality felt 258 HIS MIND RAZOR-BACKED - HIS VULGARITY A WORSHIP IN ITS HEIGHT His many tournaments with fellow journeymen, an infinite gesture of trophy hunting K I R S T E N READER OF THE PLANETS In strange eviction filling everyone with shaken head clarity, he is the diagram of a ... NEW FORMULA ... Adding experience to the immature voice of excitement ROARRR! B Poets Bible R I C H A R D B Private pictures: BLOW DRIED PANTY HAIR OR RED SHAVE MARKS: AN ITCHY CLOUD OF BERRIES Smell the dip - eat out PERVERT MOUSTACHE - HEAVY TONGUE Work that clit boy, suck it like a toffee & let that fuckin’ idiot girl scream out hyperventilating flesh-eating mumbo-jumbo a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 259 taunts, pining for your sweet cock to pull in & rinse her stumpclever ugly-valve & mash it up - mash it up, brainless LIPSTICK SMOOTH - ORGASM SWEET Upholstery body - good enough for a slouch, with an itchy fireball of pure white-hot godsend PINK IMITATION LEATHER Perfect fuck material! C The girl’s saliva on your lips ... B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D SMELL IT Student perfume SHE’S EMBARRASSED Your kissing making her hot little palpitating pussy wet GIRL THE BOY SURE KNOWS THE PARK - ALWAYS SIZERIGHT AT HOME - SHOVE IT IN THERE And press her break glass to sound out ... RED VIRGIN FIRE BELLS In love: SHE HAS THE LOOK OF FUCK IN HER EYES Saxophone speaks to trumpet ... a letchard inc odyssey L E E IN MOUTHFULS OF WET HEAT BLUES Take a straw & slurp the love off her brow  THE BIBLE 260 AND MAKE HER KNOW YOU MEAN TO TOUCH HER THOUGHTS Your song sending shivers through her new body RECALL: A foetus-poet as a young as a grazed knee YOU WERE JUST 15 AND A POET WITH AN AXE ONLY 17 Our children were you & I all over again. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END The Chromantic c c c c  THE BIBLE 262 Maybe we run away & keep on running - that has always been my dream - I think love should always be on the run. Impaled on a juggernaut fence, I hang like a scarecrow in the setting sun’s immense, while the sower over my left shoulder, feeds to the mocking birds on a distant field, the seeds of my last & only defence. Every minor detail is the birth of the atom & every atom controlled is the heat wave of ignition. The abnormal road is a casino; risked at every green table. Life runs from a girl on fire, wanting to be put out of her misery, to bring you down to earth & make you see, her poor human desire; if only she knew that to walk with the gods, is really what searchers do & die-hards Those soap stone wings, from a washed up angel, jettisoned onto this shore of ours, I came across on my long patrol hours, of the night & the day. Oh isn’t it a crying black bell, how a once singing angels song, became a laughing devils yell & how an angel of light became all meteorite, fired in the furnace of its fall. Amber eyes, fossil reverie, this demolished land has left enough for us behind, to mind our way & to stay dust weary. And rightly so, the sun emperor waits on your ejected sky, to jumbo-pack your campaign with clever head-ammo: In the cinema house well at the end of noon, a magick movie plays, on the big screen of the moon: A circle twists a Hades mandala, in the sorcery of beguile. With my assailant, sucking the orchid from the spider, I slump B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE 263 into the shade to hide & concur, that the mass proposal of a Man-made god, be delved into, from the salt desert pan to the miracle water welled. Nothing so well worked out, is the ear that listens without critical justice. The book of the road, has bought and brought me over, from my break-up with the Holy Ghost; for the world And the synchronized idiot in seismic force, in recognition by the elements; a soulless head of whispers and a vision full of infatuation, he conjures up a giant storm ten years long, in the thunder & the perfect mind. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Journal of A Hunter c c c c  THE BIBLE FLICKERING TORCH LIGHT (1) This drug, a Time Capsule to ancient practices: smoking; dancing; singing; storytelling; walkabouts, heals the myth embodying its persona. FLICKERING TORCH LIGHT (2) 265 K I R S T E N Taking the flesh of the gods, I prepare to head-off along the soul-vine, to the Great Fire of the Other World. A fever! A magical-malaria heaves & flushes a thermal water through my body: And now it appears: Gorgeous butterfly forms & glorious fields of jewels, such wonderful insects & precious stone. end B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E Home c c I c c  THE BIBLE A cigar in the distance from my ship I did see, The bonfire on the beach saving me, Throwing up orange arms to the silver keys, That jingled from the belt black flyover, That was my uncharted sky. I worship your body. I study your mind. I steal your heart & within this, is the love I find. I am the man, who forgot to die. I am the man, who can’t handle the truth. I am the man, who has to lie, To keep alive the rebellion of youth. 267 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D II And a gunshot lazes over the sunset of the final day, meanwhile in secret a young girl & boy graze at each others hearts And within this, a burst of crows is raised; meanwhile, in covert-calm a newborn life is praised. To out space the entire human race, is the chance for the trapped to fly; all is got through the lot & all is saved through clarity of purpose. a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end Diffuse the world & create heaven Blue Ticket c c c c  THE BIBLE PART ONE Back to the score of compressed darkness 270 ONE MAN IS A MADMAN - BUT AN ARMY A MADMAN’S VISION It’s time to be warm with synthesizer breath, fat with experience & grand in taste BE SEATED ON ASSHOLE FLAVOURED SEATS ... K I R S T E N To the marvellous entertainment and far-out-conference B Poets Bible PART TWO The menstrual glow of car meat flourishes on the causeway of high wires and short-sleeved cops, in the sweaty-heat of the speed-chase AS WARM AS HELLS MYTHOLOGY OF FIRE ... We pass jungle blowguns, but this is not the surprise, as we fever upon cold gems and peach-thick pouches of ... SUSPENSE: Burgundy hot wax Gold columns The sky The stars ... STONE DENTED NIGHTS Feet firm on the ground Heads heading the planets R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE BIBLE PART THREE We wear our hearts underneath our fingernails 271 SPIDER-CROW MEDITATIONS & SUNBURNT FOREHEADS We use ourselves as foundations, laying up senses, philosophies, parallels, pains, loves, strengths deaths & remembrance GREAT DUNES OF INSPIRATION ARE GARGLED IN OUR DREAMY BURIALS B Poets Bible K I R S T E N We sleep & we prey We sleep & we prey the muse has no getaway as we hunt for our privilege & say our say PART FOUR And I am grateful for dreaming & my ... PARA-NORMAL WORKSTATION THAT LED TO THE TRUTH THAT ... Each new earth begins, after its destruction through brilliance SO I SHUT EYE ANOTHER LESSON & SMILE ... As strange episodes of drumming my fingers on the hymen of thought are over. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E THE END Closing Quote o Blow now out The Street Light Smoker, he, so calm at the glow of that. Blow now out The Street Light Smoker, the turned up collar on his leather shoulder, predatorial: a listening ear for news of good evil. Blow now out c c The Street Light Smoker. c c Poets Bible Vol 2 B  a letchard inc odyssey The Poet The Poets Sermon c c c c  THE POET 275 As musky as brothel velvet, the air of this new spectacle makes me stay, made to see through the night and live through another day And down the end of an unearthly corridor, a hissing flame sucks bubbling fuel from a screaming wick, panting above a wide open door ... The last mission, is a solemn ritual; and this only the exulted heart knows - look - the glad-warrior there he goes. You better believe - no man is a clear winner, only the illusion of what is needed to satisfy the mark The recovery of freedom is the will to surpass. You’ve got to pull the ripcord from the navel of the life-pack foetus if you want to live. Extend the boundaries of bliss. Start The New Mind Event; this you better believe. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D With the King of the Road we get drunk, smoke some weed, partake from the beauty & youth of women & jeopardize our lives, with what we get away with. Life is more than play: it is worship in the summer sun Wide open, like the greatest legs in town, I wandered down the mausoleums of the deepest worlds, where I became the urn for the ashes of the most important & most celebrated legends, gods & kings, who once fell on the world and made it burn. The task is hard, here you can die, but you never do - so better to be doing something guilty, than being guilty of doing nothing at all; your life a blast of living celluloid, run over a basking light of something original and avant-garde. Brew this night & caution it HOT, we shall do good things against the plot & sacrifice ourselves on the altar of brain damage: for TALES brought back from MAGICAL cities visited: And may the gates open ... (The Last Poet). a letchard inc odyssey L E E The 24 hr Freak-out c c c c  THE POET FORWARD 277 Dawn’s early rays: withdrawing from the clubs and after-parties tired and wired, I made my lost ways to a distant corner cafe, to heal on tobacco and coffee, longing to find what can bind a broken soul and secretly lament what it means to be brave and free: sinking sinking sinking sinking sin king Sin King ... Born to be made-up of better things, to ride wild horses and slow down time by gunning toward a glorious death, is to depict something heart-rendering, something never to be forgotten, something to raise the spirits of mankind - that is the buzz. But again - the madness it sneaks up slow and surreal, and one day you think you’ve survived it, only to find it has barely begun. I am divided when I cannot close what I have opened up: this time stolen from God and put into the Devil’s hands, time offered as a burnt offering to the gates of hell ... At the dear age of 17 I was culled and my mind broken for their purpose: my whole being made to rig-out their Shadow Plan: a walking-breathing-poetic-bomb that exploded and killed the voice of God. Now I am the irreverent poet, the shot dead gunslinger, the kid who outgrew the town of his upbringing, who limped away from heart, mind and soul in search of the tool forged in the fires of the dragons den, to express what truly happened back then: “In my soul peddling-act I took the tabernacle pill. In my rite of passage I cheeked the kiss of the Devil and in my affirmation I saw it, the most magnificent concept of a hallucination wielded by my warlock-eye ... I saw it, my eyes feasting on its brilliance and the unbelievable tangible appearance, for there before me in all its satanic glory, B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET 278 glowed the magic circle; the sign; the seal; the dream symbol and window to the Self ... In my new enhanced dimension I felt reborn by my accursed anointment, disturbed and overwhelmed by the wizardry and craft that the pill had drove me to witness ... The drug had rounded up all my inspired powers, offering a kind of demonic survival-pack, the ideal asset for the typical artistbeast-man, soon to be hurled into a long and hideous poetry campaign: a bottled backwater no other man should have to stomach ... And so this was the selling point ... B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D The Devil took my soul and I used his words. The poems: an infernal madness and secret ally: the real muster behind my leading protagonist tough-guy-poet alter ego, a full-on reason to be held back by this ball-buster, this sin.” a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET CHAPTER FIRST ONE 279 Ready to go to work and defend his mind’s eye against the world’s crime of: over exposure, Doc lights a hard-hearted cigarette off his television set ... Welcome to the show ... T.V. PRESENTER: Let it rule, this foolish love note straight from the heart, shot like a bullet into the brain. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N (Doc sits in the head-lights of the devil’s Technicolor dream box; transfixed) T.V. PRESENTER: Dream on! Once you know, you cannot go back. Dream on! AD FLASH: If you’re afraid of it, walk toward it. R I C H A R D Go for it ... TWO DEATHS HEAD IN A VELVET SACK: The mileage is a guzzler of mind-fucking thoughts and yes The Rambler who drives on blood walled tires, he has already bought into this. The Rambler, a modern collectiveness of all that people try to be, puzzles ordinary Man’s common survival. The Rambler is a freak-bound-devil-heart of secret rants & raves kept in a little black box, only to be opened up after the final crash & burn. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET THE RAMBLER: 280 Be true to type through the rite of passage - travel back the same, as the way in which you came & honour natural born respect. DEATHS HEAD IN A VELVET SACK: Let it rule this rude rendition of cacophony - still planet earth but another world - still you but another meaning - still your soul but another spirit. THE RAMBLER (To Himself): K I R S T E N Nobody is to blame for making you all that you are and for leaving you on your own, to test out their wheels on your monster truck - you Big Eater - you Mother Fuck. Let ‘s go get lost ... CHAPTER SECOND ONE A pleasure-Mecca, the City is open to everything, like a crystal ball staring out from an eye socket in the Soul-Raider’s skull. THE GUIDER: Be warned - not all magic is magical. Smashed like a virgin on the rocks, many good heads have cracked & their thoughts now enshrined inside the black-stone-heart of the city, lay in eternal nightmare. MAN OF THE CITY: The Sinner rides cool. The Good Samaritan becomes road kill. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET THE GUIDER: 281 Here the streets are paved with the dust of bones, grinded down under the steamroller of the Soul-Raider who buys and owns. DEVIL: And in the attempt to help you to loose your head: try-out, write-off & move-on. POET: These are the scenes to live over the limits for - HAVE IT ALL UNDER THE VAST OPEN SKY & pass the envelope - the absence of memory recorded by guilt, death & destruction. DEVIL: Keep the mission a strength of code. To hands of play, great works come ... B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E The end in black  THE POET CHAPTER THIRD ONE 282 Choose your path & bruise your blood on the experience - Ride with the Devil & let the incarnate dust blow like a loaded memory through the turgid mind, emptying the soul: raised by pleasure & stoked by the very degree of the sin. The detective to all crimes is inside your mind, leading you to the scene - the clue to the mystery-case on the surface of your skin, the doors of imagination open & unkind A thick skin to break your fall; a blood-ink pen to claw back the hole; a spiteful delight on the head of death; a lie to preserve the dream & the need to no longer go back home - this is the core. In drummer days beaten & struck by summer rays, he lost his way to school & never stopped for direction ... ... as he carried on down the demon alley. And with satchel & a heavy heart, the Scholar like God, reached inside to the part in himself, unknown to scientific science: Creation. TWO They’ll never understand why you do it and what it is you really get up to, because what you do is all heart ... part madness - part eternity. They’ll never really understand what you gave up and whom you never forgave; this kind of dedication only exists in martyrs & legends ripe from the grave. And so, maybe your only friends should still only be the cigarettes you breathe, the bottles you break & the dope you B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET take - why change for anyone else, if not for God. 283 Embrace mystical pagodas in the garden of rich undertones, the rain on our bodies to blend us with what surrounds: a force at work that never sleeps & which falls about in roaring laughter; the lion is on the prowl. (Jesus Saves). THREE I would never have let my heart roast & my body float & my mind sacrifice its moral sense, if I never thought that you weren’t strong enough, to take on my idolatry of hedonistic evidence. Porno kitsch and the sonic photograph of rock & roll. The obligatory tough guy & his generation inventing bitch. (The Devil has the best Pastimes). B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E The end in black  THE POET CHAPTER FOURTH ONE 284 Capture the proper eruption of this twilight world in one photograph. What ought to remain hidden, flowers from a secret space - a terrifying inevitability of people’s everyday private obsessions & compulsions brought to light. Primitive life lacking touch with present reality. People doing ghastly deeds, behind closed doors. A snapshot of turbulence, a flashgun going off in the brain at the point of climax, exposing calm. K I R S T E N Excuse me, abuse me & choose me as your mind behind this World’s face of fear. Fear of the unknown; fear of progress alone. An apprentice on a wide open crossing to the sniper’s tower, let me kneel with one knee on the bible & my finger on the trigger, aiming at the little child in the bedroom window saying his prayers: ‘Dear Jesus meek & mild, look upon every child, & God bless mommy & daddy - amen’. No more a safe distance from anything, what I see I want & what I get I destroy - the contours of deduction adding to my army of darkness, ready to amass when my time comes to attack the gates of joy - I am an evil man. TWO A prescription of a plain-spoken storm in a bottle; a pill: a chemical cuisine; a velvet fire & the voice of the devil interpreted as your own thoughts - I no longer see but feel the pain, because I have become the Diseased-One, the carrier of meaning; nerves & the sick possibility that a human can joke about eternal-death, whilst still warm in this borrowed life. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET 285 Let this insanity end - I am laughing so hard, that all I want to do is just to blow my fucking head off! All my ideas have been inherited from being lost in space: a global thought - never local, which has forced me to love the rapture in fornication, that formula that comes from being wanted for something only you possess - that graffiti of cool. Hand over the absinthe, flip a gaggler & blast a roach - warped with energy on a luved-up road to a flatliner, I am ready to meet my maker & approach my damning labyrinth; take me down, shake me down, break me down. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E The end in black  THE POET CHAPTER FIFTH ONE 286 You can’t take your eyes off it. Laying on your back, on the bonnet of fast cars, like a dead doe, your heart doesn’t it freeze every time you open your knees to strangers my queen, or do you display it, because it’s the best art piece anyone has ever seen. Well I’ll tell you, everyone's a fucking critic! My night of living fire, the smell of fermented genius is the mania-lifestyle you have chosen: Frantic action in a contemporary soul. The perfume of electricity all over your dead skin; the howl of your mouth in ecstatic suffocation, agape from your deeply rammed fuck flesh being meat packed & scrotum slapped - the hot flush in your cheeks the beauty in your false surrender & my bad taste the life of my art. TWO A photograph in a murderer’s pocket, the murder scene a lustful still life stuck in time & behind closed doors; kept as an erotic memory. T.V. blue fills the motel room. Lipstick from lips now cold, pout on crushed-out cigarette butts. Glasses of dead whiskey, the same hue as the excrement that leaks between the victims voluptuous & waning buttocks sit half enjoyed. And shut curtains, a sound-show that hides the occasional echo of footsteps that pass by & sirens that fade off into uncovered crimes, close air tight. The room is warm, but with a cold corner to it. The room is dreamily lit, but with a nightmare collapsed in its shadows. God save us from ourselves, we are capable of anything. THREE Awoken and seated at a table reserved for mass murderers; B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET 287 serial killers; perverts & thieves, I question why I am amongst this banquet of monsters, listed on the guest register, under the occupation of poet. Should I damn myself & be held accounted for as one of these sick human beings, if all I have done is to look with the same intensity & curiosity of life, seen through their eyes; and to lick their lips with the thirst of my interest, for atrocities performed that awaken society, to the world we are leaving behind, for our children to play in. FOUR To capture her, was like trying to caress a shadow and the hour spent with her, felt only like a second of woozy euphoria. I wanted more. I wanted to see her & I know that all she was gagging for, was to be pounded again. God! To prise open her swollen-eyelids & fuck her brains out, I would sell my soul for that. To catch her like a panicking, screeching chicken & slap loose her naughty school girl ass & ram home my number one right up her bones & into her tit roofed mosque, I would sell my soul for that. My ministry is sweet. My fuck is hot off the street; B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey that of a dirty assed minister, spending God’s money down on Wild Ordinance Lane, where the accidental harlots with their egos the size of poster meat, like carcasses done up in make-up line up like sunset junk, under the setting thermo toy, in a softening cathedral sky. My ministry is sweet. My fuck is hot off the street. L E E The end in black  THE POET CHAPTER SIXTH ONE 288 As citizen of the world & a member of the brotherhood of all races - let’s ride ... Back in real time with the road ahead of us, let’s keep on being a part of this eternally eloquent journey & fall off into the blood red sunset ... The intake of volumes of mind benders, the edge on our take of this planet & the colourful exaggeration of our wild real-life adventures. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N TWO Enter the inner circle of leading artists in exile & drink hot blood from the cactus that pricks out from the immortal desert. Shape your beautiful burden, the one that separates you from the masses & let the plot to assassinate thicken. Us artists, if everything were alright, we would not create. Searching the backyards of our rebellion for wicked heavy treasure, trying to getaway with a lover, or a fellow criminal into the night. Have you no trees to bury your dead in. Have you no sky that falls short of heaven. Have you not anything to break your head in with ... Like the power of a god: Too mad to be fearful and too sane to survive unscarred. THREE R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E Some things are best left undiscovered. But it’s hard not to be seduced by the sick wonder of it all, the  THE POET 289 knowledge that there is something that beckons us. You can feel it, the deranged energy, the flood of feelings and emotions let loose with an unforgivable and stubborn hunger. So grab what you can now, if you feel you cannot do without it and if it presents itself as irresistible. And as desperate souls, I know we will always be burning for each other - as dangerous friends and passionate lovers. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E The end in black  THE POET CHAPTER SIXTH ONE TRUE: Productive rebellion - that is our job description. TWO 290 Into the inferno and the smoky throne rooms of fugitive romance, ravenous and innocuous we carry out ghastly challenges. Our dilated pupils, swimming in the degeneration of brain-tissue. With real insanity & real discipline, lies the sacrificial threshold. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N THREE That house on the hill. That gangsters den and hellish brothel, over run with insect-people and heavily made-up whores, is the hive of dark rooms where we are heading, to kick-start this joy ride and bring our lethal aggressive potency, to a brief brilliant bloom. FOUR What are we, but a monstrous, malignant construct, living in an invented world of our own design. We are all predators of a compulsive ritualistic behaviour, borne out of an ancient guilt. A guilt that we have, because we are unable to decipher the deep answer, that lies dormant in our hearts, the void, which we all have inside of our souls and minds. We are totally overcome, the good-self encroached upon and devoured by the bad-self, so that we no longer know what it means to be human, as we rapaciously prey upon each other, to satisfy a craving and shameless appetite. R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET 291 Huddled around a seemingly harmless fire, men make plans to rule and destroy the known world. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E The end in black  THE POET CHAPTER SEVENTH ONE 292 What an immediate, massive, shock like picture - to toil wholeheartedly in the vineyards of the 24 hour midnight climax, trippin’ & all abuzz - the mind in various states of undress, in an expansion beyond dream. Oh beautiful loss. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E The end Manifesto c c c c  THE POET ONE GODS OATH: 294 Set your heart to my untimely clock, because when I snap I am going to crash down with my flock of wild angels - so choose if you are made for life or suited to death, for I am going to strike with a wide blade of vengeance & fall on you hard like a burning rock. HUMANITIES RESPONSE: Scattered we run under the sky’s tattered curtain, pathetic & disobedient ... POETS MANIFESTATION: With Christ’s blood on my hands, I stand naked & terrible: a cold skin pestilent reliant on a dirty woman’s kiss, to jump-start this (tryst) body of mine, with: Lucifer’s gaze in my poetic enterprise ... MANIFESTED IN MULTIPLE ORGASMS OF DISGUISE And I’ll stick my finger in my own eye to point the way through the forest of attack - here we accept nothing but hard earned luck & a keen judgement ... BETWEEN DEPRESSIVE ILLNESS & CREATIVITY THE POETS PRAYER RESTS: “Dear Great Source, grant a sin without remorse, a death without decision, a life without regret - so passionate; headstrong; bold; resolute; defiant, almost insolent that I may become a dangerous breed.” B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET 295 THIS IS YOUR TRIP - SO IT’S FOR YOU TO DECIDE WHAT IT IS TO YOU TWO And yet another book has opened a chance, to make this lonely heart ache for the book of life and ... THE INVENTIVENESS OF FUN So let us create reality in the realm of curiosity. Distinction is granted only to the pure specimen, the one who has the nerve to double-dare & suffer the mysterious breakdown of the mind (in the middle of a beautiful tragedy) and carry-on with grace and the bright look of mental & spiritual arrival on the face. OH THE HAPPY COMBINATION OF ACCIDENT & WILL ... A kind of cryptic chemistry, a mixing of substances to bring forth new substances, all in one burst of magical reverberation ... THREE EMPTY MAN FULL OF SHOW AND NEVER ANY SOUL ... B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N Dogged by the reoccurring nightmare & blanked out with an ever-increasing wish for the ground to open up & swallow him whole (AND WHEN YOUR SOUL BACKFIRES ON YOU & YOU BEGIN TO SLIDE DOWN THE FIRING WALL OF YOUR OWN HEART) ... Find yourself a killing spree ordained by God & become a voice for the downtrodden - an icon for the ages - a true hero with an axe to grid on this catastrophic society turned loose AND THE SUN SMOKES ON THE EDGE OF REALITY - a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET 296 All the things we ought to have lost & all the things we ought to have returned, are all but now a disillusioned merchandise, a tricky platform for reaching those shameless habits, which might as well be set on fire & burned. FOUR Just a plaintive cute old love song to drive the forceful weed Just a brash sad messiah to decorate my killing tree Just a little speck of dirt I need to keep me very filthy Just a bit of something passionate to keep my broken barrier lit THIS MISFIT LIFE: The map of a radical-anachronistic-preacher-poet’s survival ... IS A WRESTLING MATCH BILLED BETWEEN: The Fit versus His Dirtiest Rival: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N HIS WEAK AND OTHER SELF a letchard inc odyssey FIVE OLD MAN CHAMELEON: “I am used-up, but nice. With my prime long gone and vanished into the meantime, I spend memories waving to a parade that has long since passed me by, existing in a blind-dream. And like a senile old drag queen, I have conquered all of the fake shows and have portrayed all of the put-on’s, as always true to my bleeding heart, I owe it to my unpaid debt to stir up L E E  THE POET 297 the dregs & tears from this bottomless amphitheatre of tragedy & laughs, in a sealed devil-pact for the performance of a life time, to set-up the foundation & Amendments for the Manifesto of The Free Way.” B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E The End Assignment o c c c c  THE POET 299 My favourite house has the jaw-line of a handsome pugilist, beaten but never counted out, roughed-up but always counted on, to hide me from the storms of the passing passions & pressures of life: Bursts of yellow stars with centres of white fizz & shimmer among the leaves that trickle in the wind of a steady warm mid afternoon. Beside me like scratched iridescent glass, my cat she sparkles outstretched, baking on the hot jasper bricks of my back door patio, while my slow-burning brain crackles in its own soupy juices, on top of the clever embers that throb like useless thumbs, chopped off and tossed together with salad, into a poets skull of cool cemetery stone ... Headstrong on the long-run, on the wrong side of the law, I pick the lock and break free from Man’s brainless daily chores and set out on a leopard moon, in search for planets to apprehend and send back home the message inspired by the Roving Gambler, my new, space friend. And it echoes from the tomb, the voice of that young guy who died, leaving room for an accomplice; a brainwave, a follower accomplished in The Front Line of Dreams ... And roaming empty car lots under a bottle of sun, smoking religious cigarettes, we pester our girlfriend with the skinny scabby legs & flat breasts for some piece of fresh-pink-wound to stab at & puke milky-yellow-procreative-carnage into; a necessary act if us bums are going to prevail, in this urgent barren valley of concrete, rape & tar ... But easy now - with mind & body the food to my senses, the sun frying my skin & the wind caught in my hair like a heavy kicking locust, I have nothing to worry about, for I love this life, with a knife to my throat. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end c c I Have a Fiery Vision to Promote a Sensory Inferno the end c c  THE POET I Have A Fiery Vision To Promote A Sensory Inferno Of ... I have a fiery vision To Promote A sensory inferno Of Permeable dimensions: To pay homage to the perennial inciter To be intensely transported. 301 K I R S T E N I have a fiery vision To promote A sensory inferno Of blurred boundaries: To walk along a trajectory towards the sun To be tranced-out and ambiguously hemispheric. I have a fiery vision To promote A sensory inferno Of no fixed identity: To have an inability to conform To be a metamorphic freak a metabolic mutant. I have a fiery vision To promote A sensory inferno Of untameable power: B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE POET To be a profound black rising sun To be a nuclear god a crowned Antichrist. I have a fiery vision To promote A sensory inferno Of huge spectacular pyres: To flame around the world To turn night into day. I have a fiery vision To promote A sensory inferno Of total decimation: To be out of sight To be unreachably unreal. 302 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end Closing Quote o To the ends of the World, to out of place locations, trek the inferno of purification, with both chances of death & reward. c c c c Poets Bible Vol 3 B  a letchard inc odyssey The Shrine Opening Quote l The things we do, do us. c c c c Strychnine Biscuit c c c c  THE SHRINE CREATION MACHINE Tired of living it out, when instead I’d rather just suffer the bout, Dying to be replaced with a new contender, to execute in my name the coolest tribute to vice. Emotionally fucked up I roam a demolished community, I am an extinguished soul oppressed by an insane social order, depressed by it & inflicted by it, a soul-less machine in a world of the wage-slave & the self-help victim, all clones of a rampant & coerced new social order where the hard worker, the good student, the model citizen are kings and where the social deviant, chuckling to himself in a candle lit room with comic book walls, curled up on a mattress stuffed with newspaper clippings of his capital crime & influence, is idolized; An individual perfect in its function, holy 307 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE in its own task, an ambassador for those still to come, a downward soul heroically trashed, tired, hunched & gaunt drawn like a moth to a fiery haunt, keeping the game in business before it all goes bust, Turning predicament into license. 308 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D FESTIVAL FOOL Everyday - and every moment of everyday - is the beginning of an event that is already burning out, so greet it honourably as if you’ll never come across its likes again And take pride in the important fleeting presence that it paid you. Track the sun’s passage through the heavens & keep a Gulliver a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE lump in your throat. There are things to be seen now & there are things to wait for - as we travel through this boundless estate of God. JABBER The children’s cruelty is the only purity left on this fed up terrain. To fondle it, lick it & make it is to die for it! To swear upon the snag of a dumb trick A dimming headlight on a crash heap of Cadillacs. There is energy out there that you cannot basket or branch, it needs flowing ... The path is love & good sense. 309 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE GOING TO THE GRAVE When my friend wakes up he will realise I didn’t exist but was only a figment of his ups & downs, a friendly spirit who was always there & who always wrote. When my friend wakes up & takes a good look at the inside of his skull he will notice it looks like the lining of a toilet bowl, which within I enjoyed taking a huge important shit. When my friend wakes up hopefully he will want to die at least, as all this time spent with me he would have realised he was all on his ace; an idealistic fool chasing unreachable goals, high in everything he did. When my friend wakes up he is going to be great. UNTITLED A drugged animals senses are dull, 310 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE but A wounded animals senses are alert. A Grand Master of a stark wicked plan cooked over a match, a cupboard hoarded with toys he was surmount, a stumbling block for strays and in himself a stolen count of rays of sun broken into colour And he played it well, man could that dude sax a crowd with his tall brass shiny phone talking big like a Strutter in charge of his own god-office in the sky, a cool-down-daddy cocking along swinging that princely thing & heaving out his scrutiny through that heavy balled phone like a bird on fire hitting it high 311 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE warm in lament, butchered on a thorn His earth a signal a sacrificial offering. DE FLOWER Circumcision violet Jesus, Alchemist Christ, 312 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Saint of the red blood paint that embodies this Town, Step off your Wonderland go-around & wipe this smirk off my face And melt me down in a boiler & pour me over the stars to fill in the gaps between them with an emulsion called Eternal Evening. As naked as a prostitute punched in at work I end up in stitches every time the places I lurk teach me about myself: A rag doll with rusty voodoo pins in its eaten-out soul, curious about most things, armed with nothing but a poets knife & a whim & a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE a jar of formaldehyde to keep things crude. To suck off my own cock is beyond peace but in truth it is the closest I have ever come, to sucking on my mother’s tit ... 313 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N Crazy blind & beautiful I know, but so is sex & death & elephants. Where no word has been, there I want to be ... Where no footprint has been posted there I want to live ... A Holdout for me and my lady ... A writing paradise to blow back & dig my heels R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE into the remains of life. the end MAGICA ANIA (1) We both have this experience that we are nuts about, we love each other like true friends in a relationship, a greeting upon chance set up by God for two of the loneliest souls alive life has been good, since you opened the door for me: no. 25 MAGICA ANIA (2) She opened the door for me the most 314 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE elegant beauty in front of me she raised the sky for me a blanket pulled up into my neck with just my head sticking out like the sun: a heat shrine to the love & kindness she gives me. UNTITLED We wheel-spun outta there, clutching a book bound in humanoid skin It contained all of the self-taught black art & enthused devilry expected to be conjured in youthful bedrooms: The dens & shrines of young ballsy lives And so for this we left it all: the old-going-nowhere-fast-neighbourhood in a cloud of jaw-dropping awe, cremated in the red-hot tail lights of our power machine, shooting off to the next big thing. 315 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE MAJOR ARMOUR This rainbow is going through me like piss over a diamond my disgusting repertoire of burping & dragging my heels a sign of the weight I am under Caught in the crossfire to reach in-between Stuck with this kinky shit on my funky mind The tongue & groove key the only way to unlock this paradox And I swear by a heretic’s honour to conclude my life in the sail of this ship to the heartland of the fight: (enter) Broken Wing: I am in spite, a cruise-by set alight. 316 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE A WITS DISPOSAL Tell the truth even when it’s not the truth, give them what they need, print legend and offer them what they want to hear There is no better liar than the Historian, Because he knows the future is already dead & the past the active present is the only host to a gang bang of rich dime stories, Tearing & haemorrhaging the cervix of passive time into iconic histrionics. GOOD PIG What can I do but do what I do I am a fucking brainless squire, a mass-produced anomaly 317 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE suffering a Christ hangover, (a persecution complex), that nails my ass everyday to the fucking loose floorboards of a condemned magic castle in some eerie back lashed dimension ... What can I do but do what I do - 318 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D FLAMING DICKS Satan’s cock as hot as a coal, shoved up your ass, that will teach you for leaving the fold, For here in this old halfway house anything is boss that passes for a good old roasting. I’ve been on many poetry assignments, but I am still counting on my fingers But any way who gives a toss about all of that - never liked numbers, only wanted to curse, not work things out, only wanted to ride a hearse, never a convertible Born to lose - made to last - bred to take it hard. a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end Calibrated Sunshine c c c c  THE SHRINE UNTITLED Let me sleep for you & let me dream for you & live a life sentence on your super street. Let me dust out the thick head of 13 yrs hoarded with canned dreams Hoarded with just the right amount of passion to do the thing I need to finish. UNTITLED In a world of the blind, I would have the closest of shaves, but for once I would just like for something really bad to actually happen ... Victims of gravity ... Once you are ready to blame yourself for a lot, you are ready to taste your life: Knowing you’ve over stretched your welcome when you’ve broken silence to 320 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE save your own ass, that’s when it’s time to be shot dead on the spot finished & over. I’ve worked for my grey matter. All that matters is how people remember you & what you leave behind: The slip of our core Am I great or perfect. UNTITLED My street is a spaceship, a country on its own where beings beamed down light years away from a recognisable corner shop enhance this busy little strip: a weird exit on my doorstep. 321 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE UNTITLED Arms fumble for more teeth to put into their pockets, as dumb founded they are barraged by fresh fangs, beset on them from all sides, ripping their toothless grins off their white sheet faces: flapping over the dead wind, like a flag with bullet holes in. WE 322 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D We had no bad trips or ill confidence to weaken us, We knew we were different & chosen & that was the edge, We were always prepared & like politicians of the universe, We always had a stinging answer to every onlooker’s seemingly trivial question, We saw through the whole lot We felt mighty & trusted ourselves & one another to destiny, with truth shaped confidence Living life beyond death Beyond the prize Beyond beyond Beyond make believe. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE UNTITLED The concrete paving slabs are still warm. The grass between them grow like long standing miniature jungles, that wild city ants use for cover, under which their nests go very deep. In the 5 o’clock summer warm down, the coca-cola sign above the little shop, run by its distant owner, is no more apart of the landscape, than it is an advert for big ideas ... 323 as far as we know it has always been there and the same goes for Jesus Christ or durex condoms or T.V. - or hell even the blue sky - just another label sewn onto a product, be it man’s product or God’s product or who the fuck cares. B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D In a gutter, the slow roll of a car’s tires as they go over the loose asphalt, sound similar to when sour-gum-poppers explode on ones tongue: that absorbing deep crackling therapy of the ears, that makes the pimp, the mobster & just the plain old creepo, the drive-by artists for a menacingly cool advert, of dark street life, added to our midst. Now, a colourful candy wrapper is thrown-away to the ground, as a child exits the little shop, chewing & drinking on a sweet in thick saliva mouthfuls, happy like an insect who will be dead soon, if he is good, but if he is bad, he will be reborn into a preacher & if he is impartial he will be a poet, a satanic saint, funny & crazy & loved by all who love, the sin. the end a letchard inc odyssey L E E Superior Squalor c c c c  THE SHRINE UNIVERSAL POET A neon barbed-wire halo crowns an extinct king roaming the wilderness of the human psyche And tell me is there, if you think as I do, another real-man left on the face of this fire-sphere who will die for his friends MONSTER DOG 325 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D On glistening desert-gold-black bull haunches, my fury rises from my earthing bile, cursing a wizardonian spell-strata spatting on the knuckle heads of those who slouch disrespective to my adverse Philosofee. UNTITLED Too many assholes climbing short ladders, too afraid of falling too hard on the facts of existence. The birth of the endless direction must be something high - a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE like dawns elevator, something like handsome blood spilt on hot sand, something like unclean ink on virgin skin. VIEW BACK 326 K I R S T E N Just know: I am not some clit-bag that you can expect to flick & turn-on like some neon signboard, above a Vegas fuck house no, I am easier than that: I am difficult, I am from a different cult of sunshine - always arising, always arousing - always arisen, always aroused, cultivated in defection & strongly in ulterior motive housed ... I am the cruise missile-cowboy; Mr Rodeo Junkie & I drum impact with my blunt fact that is a zero cool ploy, to steal back the prize, as I act the fool & sting back wise ... In languid low-pressured hellion razzle, I sell-surrender & resuscitate star-powered - well over my fear of dying and living. There are worlds to conquer & create! TOWERING RECLUSE 1. The knockout punch line, is the bulge in our trousers, a command spearheaded by reasons for treason, against the old country of warped forerunners. I don’t want anything. I only want what is not taken ... B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E so fuck yur idiotic dreams, ya cheap-ass fuckers, ya only puff, ya never inhale pros swallow, they get used to the taste & guzzle.  THE SHRINE 327 2. Sweetheart, you are too much to take-in, you look better as a reflection, an impression, ‘cause you are full-on Novelty brown - opium rock 3. But it is all relative, the rocking chair never rocks, ‘cause nobody ever knocks on my door and time ticks a motherfucker around the sun, fucking off down the track, passing once never ever to say, Jack (shit!) ... like rolling headway numbers pumping over the airwaves, into the damp outskirts, of mossy solitary under caverns, of the fluorescent green tropical sea. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end Stagger and Blend c c c c  THE SHRINE BROTHER NORTH I have to bring something about ... My brother, don’t forget and don’t run away either - the things we had were the good things and all we have now is just a consolation for the goodness we thought we’d always have so don’t forget & I will always remember the good ... 329 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D So good was it that I never want to hear the cries of others & so I’ll save my death for something meaningful, it’s my choice, in a straight world led by the crooked who have taught me to know when to go to war & when to exact a kill & to accept only a righteous death ... because even the a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE crooked know what it means to die on time. I am The Poet - The Spell Doctor The Down Clown kicked in the balls for a laugh - I am The World that you so much wanted for me to give you that I left the best place to be, my home, for good. 330 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D LOVES A squadron of questions & too little care, I am poor, but I am elated, as long as I am where it is overt. I am a man with no invention, I am a discoverer of other men’s dreams & I feel happy for them, I don’t know why maybe it’s because I trust myself to find the greatest of dreams deep inside myself for them, but ... a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE I am poor ... I I I I am am am am a a a a poet, preacher, pipe smoker, mind bleacher ~ 331 &I owe it to humanity for giving me my gift of discovery. I love my wife, I provide all I can bleed for her & I still want her more because she is the best thing that has ever happened to me I love myself, because I will never change I am a fuckin’ rock I love God because he allowed me to see what he made & how he wants me to use it up ... (no matter how reckless I become) ... no matter what, B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE I love life! The freedom & the possibilities are one. I love all three of my loves, because my parents gave me the best childhood any man can ever ask for I love my parents before everything, because they loved one another first & started it all. 332 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end The Pursuit of Life in a Ram s Skull Swimming in Slum Soup c c c c  THE SHRINE KING GROW I am King Grow & I work my roots toward tunnelled sewer streets in the belly of the city, where the mighty Shit Sea breaches from this acid incandescent flow. I am King Grow for whom trippin’ minds ablaze, gather posthumous news from flashback residues of yesterdays stalling of a white squall hope, ghost riding like a ship doctor amid a mass array of clean gills, diving down in a bubbled precious pressured bell. I am King Grow dictating like a nictating spirit as to where fortune & glory lay & where lost tempting treasures should remain to stay, lost & remembered. I am King Grow. 334 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE WALKING BREATHING BOMB (Hail! The Sun God) I am the walking breathing bomb I detonate under my Almighty’s thumb I am the walking breathing bomb I know not fear or end for I blow all doubt away in the burning message I send I am the walking breathing bomb I am the walking breathing bomb, I wear a sacred breastplate bomb I am a walking breathing bomb your coffins fill-up with blood & meat & heaven is fast becoming a martyr’s retreat I am a walking breathing bomb Remember my name when the newspapers get it wrong: I am the walking breathing bomb, the one that took without knowing exactly what it would take, Because I was just a walking breathing bomb. 335 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey BOYS TRY - MEN ACHIEVE To be what ever the generation he is in wants him to be, the poet/researcher in a rush of mad ecstasy, he delves into a residuous gulf like a madcap monk, ransacking a submerged continent at the bottom of the South China Sea. And so it is to be that all my vantage points are preoccupied by my poetry-reconnaissance-machine, L E E  THE SHRINE Holding a prosperous look-out for those heading toward the Land of The Secret Knowledge ... 336 They know the answer & they believe that knowing is the same as defying death ... & so all you followers, be both of man & beast with a deep etched Bushman consciousness, And go with shock-waves in a sonic spiral burning into your respected heart ... because disappointment & rejection is only the start ... & to be nothing, but to feel for everything & to be nobody, but to understand everybody, is the only key to freedom. ODE TO A TOY The sky is blue & you are brown, the sun is gold & I can hear the sound of summer ... Jump on the bus & ride the beautiful solution ... Our journey drips blood & petrol, our lives are thrilling but short & our stories like B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE photogenic love, hurtling from a deeply apparent void are larger-than-life, poured out in bucket loads of vibrant psychedelic blood, on electric eccentric chucked-up flames, wild-alive & buck-heap crazy ... It is beautiful to bleed & show fantastic pain, to writhe & suffer in front of a crowd, to hold exclusive rights to pine for divine intervention, to be a crack-shot at sending out the scheme of things on one big fuck-off billboard of pure cock & balls, a juggernaut rallying flyer with kill-clever pointers on, cleaving a new runway to the punch-size-hole in that coffin-lid-sky. I feel like Superman when I travel down your sweet Lois Lane Suck me - Fuck me & Chuck me out ... 337 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the end Under the Tanning Ball c c c c  THE SHRINE IN THE FLASH OF LIGHTNING I Something is trying to give itself form, something in the air, something dying to fall back in concrete form, something inhabiting men solid, with kingdom hearts & planet minds: a primitive & forbidden whirlwind. There is chaos in the abyss, darkness in the thunder And so, to the boy dreaming of living, who is yet not living it out as he had dreamed, the twist in the tale is that nothing can make you one of the rest of mankind, because you are the flip-side, 339 B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E the illumined & the outrageous.  THE SHRINE II Up above in the touchstone sky, creatures with fleshy wings, as ragged as the sails on a ghost ship, wheel screeching: “Oh vampirism, occultism, alchemy, necromancy, oh ancient black magic, fruits of bohemian life: 340 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D special powers! Oh snakes alive! Dragons, sphinxes, unicorns ... oh Boy! Do you remember, when you took this poison from us? Do you remember, that shooting star? Do you remember, your promise to us? Do you remember, where you were & how you have come to go so far? Do you remember, your wish & that burning need? a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE Do you remember now, why you are so different & easy to bleed?” ASH-SHAYTAN I can still see things now, things projected on the skull wall of my brain, things I saw then that I could never reveal to a good citizen. 341 K I R S T E N I would tell you about these things but would I be the same person to you, after you saw me through what I see myself through everyday I am a rugged flying Persian carpet. Would you love to be me, would you kill to be free, would you like to look inside & see. The doctrine is prepped. The rebellion be kept And still I am not saying anything. A bottle of pages! B Poets Bible R I C H A R D a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE I don’t need rescuing I need understanding & criticism to fuel my wit: a readership of ravens, so that one day groundbreaking heads shall be havens for my words ... ‘Cause one day you all will have to alight at the stepping-stone, when The Burning of The Books happen ... & my Lawless Doctrine is a smouldering stockpile of flaking embers - 342 B Poets Bible K I R S T E N R I C H A R D Then will be the time to speak your minds, my words coming straight out. I smoke in darkened doorways looking movie poster cool & flick away my cigarette butt with a napalm splash when my lungs are filled finished with gruel ... My gods are all dead, my heroes severly twisted, my family lost, my saviour addictive, my lover all over me, my cock an obelisk tattooed with veins, my study all around, my kites all spent, my body odour a thrifty smell, my knees a ration of baby flesh And I am still not saying anything. a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE OCCULT MOTEL 343 The Originals, are those who are 6 feet under. “It is both an honour and a sacrifice that I stand amongst my esteemed bad influences, people who sped up the evolution of mankind - people who left impact craters, because they dropped hard reality like fallen angels.” The Originals incite people to hear, incite people to see, but it is up to the people to believe. The Originals incite not with guns, but creative power and the way to get a generation open-minded to your ideology, is to draw them in young. The young are soldiers. The young are truth - let the young prosper into perfect weapons - this is the gun, this is the fun, this is the way how to run the human race into the arms of The New World. The young are Culture Gas: The tribe of The Panic, the restless-impatient-solution, tried and tested by The Relic-Angel - The Dragon Child ... And so as a true heart of wisdom, be a builder of people. Evolvers is what we are. Moving in droves of two with my Bitchess at my side, the fantasy be true: “My self-destructive streak my defining moment.” And I think it’s cute, when everyday people tell me, that I am as dangerous as a pack of cigarettes. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E  THE SHRINE 344 Be an unraveling being, an evolving wild thing, be one of The Originals and dance at the funeral of past culture and religion. To be one of The Originals ... To be aware, to be alert, to be confident, to be deceptive, to be decisive, to be ready and if death comes, take comfort in the knowledge that you are not alone, or the first to cross this bridge, for above all, don’t give up and you will make it inside ... there are a few ways to get inside ... but this guide will take you through the door: The dream is all about killing yourself, for the dream. B Poets Bible R I C H A R D K I R S T E N a letchard inc odyssey L E E Be An Outstanding Individual Dithyramb:  Dear earnest beguile of unconscious peril rhythmic sentence deep glitter on your modest murder we learn from what we seek. The Moon is a Pirate Skull & it looks out over me, riding on a Black Sky. a letchard inc odyssey Poets Bible  B   COPYRIGHT © LEE RICHARD KIRSTEN 2005 isbn 0-9548420-0-6 isbn-13 978-0954842000 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. PROTECTED BY UK COPYRIGHT SERVICE REGISTRATION ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS -----------------Mr and Krs Kirsten for all those golden years and that edge * Mrs Anna Kirsten (Lunary) for being my love & foundation through the making of this book * Mr Gavin John Kerrigan (Pillgram) for being my fellow traveller * Mr Bill Kerrigan (Uncle Bill) for being such an inspiration * Neil Jangle (The Man) for being my guardian: saving my life on that fateful night in 1991 * Mr Craig Michael Pitcher (M r Cigar) for showing me the other side oOOo ® creative rebellion since 1991 Letchard Inc® Verbose Fire a Letchard Inc®blog Letchard Inc®Archive Letchard Inc®Kuhlahzh Letchard Inc®Legend Suspension Streets a Letchard Inc®photo album