those days when you do not want
to cast a shadow and incidentally
curse the sun
those days when you want not
to want and are lassoed to
noose thought
that demands no thought before it
and you comply as a lowly
lowly lowly lowly peon
that shines as bright
as the light reflects
we blame comatose feet
that wait for messiah
to point to anywhere
so we can march to
some charming being's
conviction
these days discretion weighs down
like a thousand gazes to oblivion
every decision weighted,
scaled, calculated,
gridded, girded, designed
quantified, and made practical--
so a yes is a concession to doomsday
and a no is a merely coy means of leverage
we, the first myth,
I, the second,
they, the third,
will destroy
(in such
sequence)
until i learn
to craft the forms
that form me
subtleswoon
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
dreams
i was taking a vocal class with a guy that looked like neil patrick harris
we were going to autotune twinkle twinkle little star
the class went outside and it looked like the mission in sf
the cops rolled up and someone in blue told us some spiel
about illegal immigrants in front of someone's dead wife
they asked me if i would be willing to carry her body
i froze and the husband carried her body to my car anyway
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
sensation
awaits our summoning
our arrival
our reference
our focus
to be christened
to the moment
anointed to what
we deem sacred
the holy matrimony
that holds this world
apart
the firmaments await our words
that follow divinated paths that
our ancestors did blaze wild eyed
upon horizons and dreamt of
planting the pure stake upon
pure vision and having riches
pour through them for generation
our fathers and mothers had fought
the good fight, the prolonged quest
to offer opportunity unbeknownst
to those below--to hold our children
unto the heavens and have them see
what we could never see and explain
to us, dearly, what lies ahead, beyond,
forever--the lush sensation that causes
us to rise, continue, in fortitude, having
ecstasy in the pursuit of ecstasy--
for we have within us methods of
the eternal life that does not exist
beyond thresholds
but within
our own walls
awaiting our summoning
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Friday, January 22, 2010
all we do is dance around our mistakes
until they grab us by the ankles
and begin to
speak for us
until they
speak of us
as some lesson
of some boundary
to never cross or
some direction
to always head
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Thursday, January 21, 2010
faith in your inhales
faith
underneath the tongue
rough ridges of sensation
the company of chemicals
that have words lose their swell
to ease the vision of blood that
drains through abyss
faith
in comforts pulses
through the timid flesh
that craves any force
that offers form
every moment unto itself
devoured by the next
detail that shout
inane things
carried by nothing
draining into the abyss
unrepentant worlds
forced into war
for your faith
anything as anchor
that prevents you
from falling into
yourself
your abyss of forgetfulness
and the shadow it weaves
you loom and mistake
for the world you despise
the world from which you run
starved for the eager things
that bring you to life
faith in your inhales
faith in your reassurance
that produces nothing
but your hunger
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
cave paintings
early prototypes of
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Friday, January 15, 2010
the earth of the heavens
that stirs the blood
that shares our steady breath
--we think only of our minds
with our minds
but forget our belly
that rules as sire
--of our thoughts but
with only thoughts,
of ourselves, with only ourselves
ah, such masters of oblivion!
our every vision
tirelessly conquered
with stakes of names
supplanted on entities
upon boundaries
rhythmatic that weave
harmonic intervals
that either build the walls
of paradise or enforce
the dissonance of hell
our thoughts forget their origin
as we forget our origin
as our heart beats steady
to our breath in cadence
upon the earth,
of the heavens
amen
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