Clouds Clinging To Us 'N' The Sun Looking Right Through Us
The Magic Band as seen by Don Van Vliet. Paintings and poems
from the CD reissue of Spotlight Kid / Clear Spot
Rockette Morton
The head catatonic from the roller rink... rank 'n' rambunctious are employed
in this pleasant pussy... his crabby whiskers above his feet in glass house sleepers...
drinks yellow milk from cocker-spaniel still life number paintings... just another
nose in this fine leather coat cat howling on green gravel tar paper... the whole
world is his walk.
Ed Marimba
Marlin's trot yacht's wave... billiard's cue white polas... night ribs day...
sacroiliacs jab heaven's chuckling back... relax armadillo xylophone in zodiac
'n' back... marimba's back... Ed Marimba's back.
Winged Eel Fingerling
No B.O. for this boy... it's like a winged eel fingerling crawling thru lime
jello... it's like a chrome black eyebrow rolled out real long... a paper brow
magnifying glass fried brown, edge scorched, yoked like a squeak from a speaker
behing forhead of the time, licorice schtick open tube of valuable JuJuBees.
Zoot Horn Rollo
A triangle fed on a wool table and the velvet home of seven closets chewed
zees... mended 'n' moved junk 'n' caught fur combs over hair caravans... carnivals
klans 'n' cracked a clay crimped horn on calico cloister.