look--
darkly scanning roadsides as to why --- this predatory disposition
illuminated by predilections -- thinking the flow won't go too far out of reach
well hell- our seldom keeping secrets is admirable made by distance
(time machines backandforthbackandforth)
sticking fists forth into the air and demanding clarity standstill brevity
grieve sieve and sift through the behavioral calamity
shams blanket anonymity ---------- and we our without our vises stooped over
mass graves written on papered expectations
flushed skin blushed organs --- where is sex in all this mess --------- scratch that
--------- where is love --bending backwards on the wayside a mutual agreement met
for in house service and partnership ------- --- who cares about roaming eyes -the bump and grind of daylight savings time
our ship is sinking fast and death doesn't wait
for green lights but teeters on the withered yellowed branches of weeping trees sunken in the sides of dry urban legends lost in gritty bars---a constellation of stars complex against the stage where noise stands and the decision of sound lives up to it's many names
my muse
where are you walking now - - - - -- - - - - - - - -- - what is this cruel city that tangles my feet in roots buried below the paved broken streets
what is this place i recognize so well against dark nature?
(great eternal couch)---
even published thoughts perish in the deep recesses of sleep
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
so full of shot (the body's mind rot)
this thing
this back is stitched up---
kneeling
d
o
w
now - - look
- - - we are space
held loose(ly to-get-her -gathered in the arms of another invisible
un-divisible force
- - - six feet under grounds
- - - -cold right down to skeletal mounds
do you hear fossils forming
this thing
this back is stitched up---
kneeling
d
o
w
now - - look
- - - we are space
held loose(ly to-get-her -gathered in the arms of another invisible
un-divisible force
- - - six feet under grounds
- - - -cold right down to skeletal mounds
do you hear fossils forming
Saturday, October 25, 2008
the books
heavy
blood beat (the hearts keep
shipping yards and sails----
---------------violins play cold steel sounds----
old books yellowed
pages of vision-------slender sight - ------------ - quiet looking
dripping conversation swallows reserve
smoky constructs ------- - - ---- inside -- the brick house burns
while soft insides sound afrika electric
understand----see---we are river skin and shepherds lost in a swollen walk of modern
blood beat (the hearts keep
shipping yards and sails----
---------------violins play cold steel sounds----
old books yellowed
pages of vision-------slender sight - ------------ - quiet looking
dripping conversation swallows reserve
smoky constructs ------- - - ---- inside -- the brick house burns
while soft insides sound afrika electric
understand----see---we are river skin and shepherds lost in a swollen walk of modern
Friday, October 24, 2008
written in the ground
fall crow eyes black
--------------- against ------- burial sounds
evening attire & footsteps
scraping stones-- the sounds echo off basin mouths-
---------- ------------ - chipped ageless
- - faceless ------------------ ------------ noise
--------------- against ------- burial sounds
evening attire & footsteps
scraping stones-- the sounds echo off basin mouths-
---------- ------------ - chipped ageless
- - faceless ------------------ ------------ noise
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
"trade in your hours for a handful of dimes, gonna make it baby if we try"
though it hasn't crossed
yellow lines -- ---- yet
i know ambush---
self implications contained
bar none against insider's spirit
be glad bread is on the table
be thankful for roof and the hours of nine to five
they say-----
our grind is worth it we say our grind is worth---- what?
pennydimes questioned
bitter pride questioned
raging bones clacking too tired for care questioned
still-------- we anchor our thoughts and clip on the mask--turn heads to senseless tasks
buy back life with shelved items (dust we carry home . . . and weight-by the road
for eternity's foul bus to hitch us a ride
married to our pride carried in a bag--fear that hides ----consequence and delay
what role do we play--while not doing to not say
giving up the day for weekly pay-checking out of slow slumber ways
where self
----
---------------- assurance once
------------- -------- ---------- --stood
yellow lines -- ---- yet
i know ambush---
self implications contained
bar none against insider's spirit
be glad bread is on the table
be thankful for roof and the hours of nine to five
they say-----
our grind is worth it we say our grind is worth---- what?
pennydimes questioned
bitter pride questioned
raging bones clacking too tired for care questioned
still-------- we anchor our thoughts and clip on the mask--turn heads to senseless tasks
buy back life with shelved items (dust we carry home . . . and weight-by the road
for eternity's foul bus to hitch us a ride
married to our pride carried in a bag--fear that hides ----consequence and delay
what role do we play--while not doing to not say
giving up the day for weekly pay-checking out of slow slumber ways
where self
----
---------------- assurance once
------------- -------- ---------- --stood
Monday, October 20, 2008
the street has two sides
make splatter against the sidewalk
mind trot---forgot to look right before left wing took flight
the lure of two lives
oppose the lure of two lives parallel objection
-----------devotion to space---------this is now
and k(no)w one will say otherwise
choice is thrown to circumstance
two winds// one slender pick and a story to go along:
this one tells of comfort and green-it says the work that is hard
will well earn extra years to upturned palms and calloused history
the other speaks of short lived love and sense
sound
the walls of night and empty glass laughter// time well spent and a death well earned
too choose--renounce this
- - - - - - renounce that
our giving up and out of decisive moments
forging currents--our hands too weak to damn
our hearts too shallow to name
tethered calculations made careful
slow descent and divide
- - - - - the keepsake moment left to wither into a sigh
mind trot---forgot to look right before left wing took flight
the lure of two lives
oppose the lure of two lives parallel objection
-----------devotion to space---------this is now
and k(no)w one will say otherwise
choice is thrown to circumstance
two winds// one slender pick and a story to go along:
this one tells of comfort and green-it says the work that is hard
will well earn extra years to upturned palms and calloused history
the other speaks of short lived love and sense
sound
the walls of night and empty glass laughter// time well spent and a death well earned
too choose--renounce this
- - - - - - renounce that
our giving up and out of decisive moments
forging currents--our hands too weak to damn
our hearts too shallow to name
tethered calculations made careful
slow descent and divide
- - - - - the keepsake moment left to wither into a sigh
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
pro-lifers holding signs on union again
selected outings as body leaves mind
a follow up ad - - - - and a brief reply
random contributions------------frustrations fester
our mounting greed for justice --- the foolish scheme
leave it at the door --- per says ------ and something equal will come this way
--------- --------- ---------- - - - - tithing's of old thought and old church
------- a hint ---- of how people trip each other up
slip the slide ---hanging out ------- the fatty windows of false vision --- anti-revision
------- - - --- they stand on the street corner with their signs
thinking --they know--what a woman's body is for-- as they recline with lemonade and exhaust from the many cars that just pass on by
as they stand - -- - with the many signs --- that sing of chipped hope - - - alley way votes
--semantics
anti-life? or is it choice and choose to be -- - choose again for rights choice is not option
-------- ----- it is given
and destruction comes in pink packages labeled
-------- --------------------------------- - scapegoat
a follow up ad - - - - and a brief reply
random contributions------------frustrations fester
our mounting greed for justice --- the foolish scheme
leave it at the door --- per says ------ and something equal will come this way
--------- --------- ---------- - - - - tithing's of old thought and old church
------- a hint ---- of how people trip each other up
slip the slide ---hanging out ------- the fatty windows of false vision --- anti-revision
------- - - --- they stand on the street corner with their signs
thinking --they know--what a woman's body is for-- as they recline with lemonade and exhaust from the many cars that just pass on by
as they stand - -- - with the many signs --- that sing of chipped hope - - - alley way votes
--semantics
anti-life? or is it choice and choose to be -- - choose again for rights choice is not option
-------- ----- it is given
and destruction comes in pink packages labeled
-------- --------------------------------- - scapegoat
Friday, October 10, 2008
we are bad parents to the earth's children
Birth. Breath. Influx, absorption, growth. Curiosity. Searching, seeking, discovering. An organic expansion of the mind, child sight and wonder, wander through the folds of this fantastic, color filled world.
The grind. The halt. Force fed, cram. Concrete walls, metal doors and closed posture. educate order realize no thing importance reason why undefined
belly full filled billed taken to streets beat with heat double down back around unsound conclusion conclusive death derived higher order thinking mind
left
behind
in the cellar a mountain pillar dug from the ground let loose the hounds
on child brides eye navigate away from certain
doom
destruction
progressive
recessive
instruction
The grind. The halt. Force fed, cram. Concrete walls, metal doors and closed posture. educate order realize no thing importance reason why undefined
belly full filled billed taken to streets beat with heat double down back around unsound conclusion conclusive death derived higher order thinking mind
left
behind
in the cellar a mountain pillar dug from the ground let loose the hounds
on child brides eye navigate away from certain
doom
destruction
progressive
recessive
instruction
Sunday, October 5, 2008
(tant) sea crets real(alize)
h eav y light ss
sm o o th talk--
es speci ally when they thought
k no w on e was l o o k ing
sm o o th talk--
es speci ally when they thought
k no w on e was l o o k ing
Saturday, October 4, 2008
sound energy vibrates brow
anger darts the night laden with broken glass and slipped calls
to ships(relations now far removed) and missing numbers
echo space
this weird thing called time
beats down new Things like shopping for compatibility
broken naked night
seeming this that is not
until
finally
sin prevails
shoring even grounds misstep stuck in soils too soft too deep made mad by
irreverent desire
collar bones
white light night and our dark sight
doesn't even stand a chance love
when so many faces are looking
right
swinging left--
too many fingertips to touch
and sounds to make
anger darts the night laden with broken glass and slipped calls
to ships(relations now far removed) and missing numbers
echo space
this weird thing called time
beats down new Things like shopping for compatibility
broken naked night
seeming this that is not
until
finally
sin prevails
shoring even grounds misstep stuck in soils too soft too deep made mad by
irreverent desire
collar bones
white light night and our dark sight
doesn't even stand a chance love
when so many faces are looking
right
swinging left--
too many fingertips to touch
and sounds to make
Friday, October 3, 2008
64 degrees outside
swallowing breath on breeze
moving swift on wind invisible divisible only by summation of time and place
reticent to immobility --the armature of predicament and static stance
stuck in lands with naked trees baring white teeth
white bones--
crisp air delivers boarders restrained edge--
the long light staggers heart --breaking ribs as it leaves
viable memory in tact and sullen lingering thought pressing breasts
moving swift on wind invisible divisible only by summation of time and place
reticent to immobility --the armature of predicament and static stance
stuck in lands with naked trees baring white teeth
white bones--
crisp air delivers boarders restrained edge--
the long light staggers heart --breaking ribs as it leaves
viable memory in tact and sullen lingering thought pressing breasts
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
loose thought on the number 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
our voices
made big--by single-mind(ed thought
existential hands flung into future thought
string jazz and breaking glass
pregnant shadows abort light-
notions
while handing out bread baskets
to the poor
broken banks resting
on the backs of silence (milkmaid servants & candy eyed farmers
our voices left be(hides tanned against the smoke house wall
etched into sidewalks--small hand print signatures spread out against time immemorial
immoral-
self-righteous escalation
applause
retreat
cynical beat
broken curb
and stand still slurs
made big--by single-mind(ed thought
existential hands flung into future thought
string jazz and breaking glass
pregnant shadows abort light-
notions
while handing out bread baskets
to the poor
broken banks resting
on the backs of silence (milkmaid servants & candy eyed farmers
our voices left be(hides tanned against the smoke house wall
etched into sidewalks--small hand print signatures spread out against time immemorial
immoral-
self-righteous escalation
applause
retreat
cynical beat
broken curb
and stand still slurs
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