A clichéd sunrise’s overtures from the harbour heeds and breathes conspiracies while I sip through the jostle and pitch of the onslaught-hours, bowed unto the lip of silencing the external sounds.
the staues
the statues are dumb, struck into silence. when i saw Dante for instance posing on a street in florence i knew, in a flash, what god doesn’t know, what there’s no word for. i took a photo, & after that there was nothing but stone & imitation of stone.
faith
faith in the hands of a weak intellect is dangerous. if in doubt, burn the house & its ministers down &, let it be taught: it’s but air that divides us from God, conducts like wire the divine & ties it to flesh & fires it. might fit: to cut the head…
Phone call from The Moon
My footprints on the blue towel in the bathroom – Rain keeps falling – Surround sound… Ziggy snuggles behind the curtain – He likes to keep a close connection – New space for him – Still under lock down – Rain keeps falling – Surround sound… Ziggy running around – Checking out the hallway –…
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what’s a spirit w/out body? worth i ask because i don’t know, versify my question make it poetical, conscious now of being conscious when i ought not to be. it’s – what’s the word? one can’t break free of. i want to say Vicious but it isn’t. that bad my question, mark, reminds…
fortissimo
the metal taste of a barrel makes me reach for the sky a longing so fine i can’t cut it. not only me but what i feel is redundant, more than you need & worse, defunct. a pale Self – unstrip(p)ed un- glorified, on fire & for the best, the greater good & anyways…
Important Work To Pretend To #2
caution : erotic content . I shouldn’t drive I shouldn’t even look toward the van across the fcuk it’s warm in here, and nothing matters much more than c’mon, man and there I am fleeing from the vast consumptive emptiness. freed from what a mirror must like stars and like the heart-beat arriving in her…
the mind wanders
the radio dj, that modern day oracle, never saw it coming; nor did the blithe arse celebrity commentator, articulator of nothing, who talks talks & us, we’re under attack & what are you doing about it? there’s death-like joy when i trip trot across the little wooden bridge & my balls hold; wave my stick…
Important Work To Pretend To
caution: erotic content that great consuming emptiness how vague this mortal spree never more those drugs I took the floor unswept, the pee in jars— employable, butt-lazy, the alkaline, the acid dashes, daring naked corridors of shared communal thought with splashy jars of urine, caught in common thinking like a harness, hinged, a hammock in…
discharge
this is the way the world ends. me in tears & you wiping the snot on your sleeve. it isn’t the look we’re going for but it’s hard core when we’re doomed i tells ya. not now but soon. it’s inauspicious when sparrows flip their wings & sing, out like it’s dawn….
moon fish
moon fish for a saddened one moon fish, do not swim in tears, don’t wane toward the dark, the shore of stranded pools, wax toward the ocean sun that skims on your eye, the golden ring of your eye, burst, moon fish, burst from the sea like the swell that rolls the boat under sail,…
from 1 Billion Billion Billionth of a Second
The ambivalence of the major (Nature) to the bit parts is interesting, a religious type contemplation I feel, right action in the moment while ‘do what thou wilt be the whole of the law’ echos through everything; exaggerated, kind, abstract, platonic; static, of Water, the thought of it, before an entry-form is born…kinetic, of Steam,…