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…
Month: July 2020
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…