Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

HUGH’S NIGHT IN SOLITARY
( at the Nevada Proving Grounds)

Performance notes:

( After some frolics with cowgirl prostitutes, a friend of mine went crazy and imagined he was Christ wearing the crown of thorns, in Reno, Nevada 1969.)


Hardrock miners in Washoe Valley
pull cotter pins from
a cart of ore
fisting the atomic nuggets

down the chute
bedrocking Ike’s

ice highway.

Cowgirl wraiths squeeze
black hash into dirty palms
drink
four coronas to wash it down
consider the last star
between the antenna’s ears;
the last test pattern
is a festival of wristwatches
in Seoul
and Korean smiles.

Donner Pass and the fondness
you felt for the holy ghost
thorns deep in your own brow--
this evening
a big brown mountain
where you stepped into
the ditch of your own Judas.


(originally printed in TURK #11 and DIRTY ROMANCE: New and Selected poems 1999-2006/ Two Continents Press)

ouch

no just joking

that was a stunning

I could almost relate to it

except the mountain was white

tree shadows on snow by the light of the moon

That reads fast, like going down donner in Georgia Over drive

Thank you Norman

Yup, now that's writin'!
Hey zlat...where you been at. Welcome back.

the ditch of your own judas

say it ain't so

but I know

it is





A wonderful read zlat

in fact

Ex Z llent!

Nice, Z.

Seems like I've been there....

been there

on the beach

in the ditch

betrayed myself

Second reading sound track

Daniel Daniel and the sacred harp

...and no shadow did he cast.

just a trucker's sensibility

ice highway.

it was a hell of a ride thank you again Herr Proffessor.

WOW!