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….
Month: June 2020
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,…
narcissus
i might have torn my shirt off & said Shoot & you might have swooned because i was so handsome; or shot, & the red stain on my whites may not have been plum jam. if i strip now, i’m deprived of convictions – spread against the wall to look ridiculous. i have a…
therefore nothing
alcohol has made me soft, what i am – ulterior; clean but mawkish. let not thy judgment fall severely. the sober man, the responsible man knows too clearly how right he is, how objective his truth is & in the state i’m in i reckon. the poet beats the philosopher, til the latter submits that…
from Blank Notime Pre-Cortex Lands #2
3 ———————————————— A year I watched a woman disappear each week the light a little more unclear her eyes I saw a little more of Less each time; knew the husband-kind a stranger at her side, driving arm, the hand he put the ring upon her finger, with the coin to pay the tollbooth operator—which…
from Blank Notime Pre-Cortex Lands
2 ———————————————— tough & happy, crystal eyes ruled thirty years the public courts swooped across the competition ladder, lifted, in her power serve grunted out the backhand, the unflinching doubles net game hydraulic smooth pivot in her netball golfing well as men, driving Drinkers’ drinkers home in cold conditions as the Past dissolve, in the…
Mines of Reverie
a carting-horse. engraving minor morse from mines of reverie ____________________ I have little, for a man of 50 with his faculties intact, yet it is quite a lot. I leave the house unlocked and the heart— while opening smoothly like a red sunrise under clouds it closes pretty quick so watch your fingers climbing into…