Month: July 2014
Looking to the Edge
Looking to the edge
Of the dawn-tinged mountain
Tops’ cliffed flaming skyscape,
The ladder to the brow of the morning
Star leans against the wall between
The night and day of a new year.
I peak over the sky, blue as the part
Of a candle flame that entrances
A child in Easter Sunday’s Grace
Before what’s thanked for is consumed
For weight toward Earth’s center.
And I see it’s the same primordial pool
Of fire and flame and lust that does
Dervish whirls from a screen door
To a backyard. April is draining
Its pain of birth, thaw and rust
As though the hinges
Of soil opened to houses
In the enclosed bark of trees.
Poetics Statement: My writing invariably goes back to the basement apartment where I lived when I had a nervous breakdown over twenty years ago. The different parts of the apartment symbolize various parts of my psyche; for example, the door leading into the apartment is the location of the pineal gland in the center of my brain. And the window across the room, which is the title of one of my books: The 4D Window, is the sensorium screen where my worldly experiences, including poetry, take place. I consider myself to be a student of Charles Olson’s Projective Verse essay.
through the muzzle infused with lag
squawked counterclaims incorrect
assumption at bona fide onset
even marauding randoms were
shard birds beneath multi-track
sky i ushered in such provocation
spruced up allegiance to white hot
parallel triggered a languish
harsh negotiations helter-skelter
into union camouflage these sample
impressions spaced like obstinate yoke
envoy desire obtain neglect so many
hybrids barely elbow room fabrications at
their most copious urbane sift
through imprudent splatter deft
vitalization signing off as
undercooked throughout splice
influx pandemonium maintain
rhythm of complaint so steady
light don’t get translated as mend
my illuminated zone peers free thinking
& elongated switch to neutral background
the question who amongst us unmodifiable
low pitched entanglement ornamental
conceit profound barrier dismal permutations so
overzealous surveyor lords it indeterminate
distance where fools lurk babble doddle
subnormal framework their expectations of strange
happenings in meadowlands meanwhile
imprudent bootlick myriad in active
thrive beneath alienation heavy stresses
sex then fatigued stalemate addlebrained sprawl shit
hole no trigger masqueraded humble as
we approached casual metaphor luminous
this smear founded upon radiating blotch
skewered rampage meticulous
abandon skewered abandon deferred insipid recontextualised
essential i floated through convalescence exemplification
spin floated through ballistic moonshine contaminated
blossom hardly a biscuit trip at theatre of science
was out of joint mimetic representation didn’t know
wind picked up chlorine leak vagueries pulsed something about
future abundance remember me i tried to turn off chemical valve
either way turned this room bright oink it is today undercut
by some uncommitted double your worm eaten ships coming
apart so come on all you crazies ferry leaves in 10 that was luke warm with
ferals vs. imports one of my
favorite artists out of the short lived
cancelburg haze core scene his new
album pitched camp with swine is
out on frost surf & you can catch
him live on the 22nd at
g spot supporting i kind of
how to outflank the suburbs dvd bonus disk
moon glued top left wide of dwellings worked towards
passion circuit reroute accumulated gaps in the
narrative bastard flourish synced me up why
i came gauze eyelids detritus swirl snake
the road brittle accumulating beneath digital sky
well groomed scrawl unparalleled interrogation
did you facilitate mash-up cut ribbons
into shine? or was it based up bemoaning such
disengaged patterns holding a lantern up to pensive
background sweet abundance of
whistleblowers strained rapport i can see festooned
with climbing ivy me with co-workers team
building at alligator church each avenue
remorselessly turned towards production out
of red grey
zag try to
fashion collisions something
dropped by the hunt hangs on
I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that are bad for me do not tempt me.
That will make more sense when we’re actually doing it.
This kind of judgment emanates from a hot emotional space, not from a cool intellectual one.
To whoever tagged this “gonads and strife”: Excellent.
You know, vacuum, dust, mop and help me move the furniture so I can clean behind them as well.
Certain people I imagine naked every time I see them.
Ultimately this is the only thing that interests me.
Yeah, that’s right, I said it.
I’m so over school.
I got my own ideas.
I like to sleep a lot.
The ethic that is never relinquished is that which embraces exploration, experiment and play.
This sentence no verb.
Clean and set this wig.
You change life for me.
If the egg sinks to the bottom, but stands on its point, it’s still good but needs to be used soon.
Nothing is possible.
You left this at mine.
You have to make retarded podcasts to keep yourself entertained because porn is so boring.
I think it depends on how much you consider humanity to be an invasive species on the earth.
Meditation on scripture is like a cow chewing its cud.
That requires a tank, and something pneumatic to run.
My life is like a glacier.
Fate doesn’t give a fuck.
Any event, once it has occurred, can be made to appear inevitable by a competent historian.
As an unabashed shoe person, I gotta say that I love the blue satin pumps and am meh on the boots.
Piss off fuck face.
This is not a pipe.
We found a real gem.
I had my face done.
Get over yourselves.
You’ve eaten earwax.
Give him a blow job.
Enjoy the jewelry.
Look at her lips.
This is not rain.
A change in enunciative value is produced as a result of the new system of inscription, which because it is organized, has wide-ranging, yet regulated, effects.
Some people, though, simply do not ‘telegraph’ any information about their sexuality.
Here’s the kicker.
You should think of a lesson as a weapon in love.
This is my time.
In both directions at once.
I can only see the dead ends everywhere I look.
There is great disorder under heaven and the situation is excellent.
Blocking relationships are computed for local pairs of parts that are in contact with one another.
It’s a huge myth that unconditional love, or radical acceptance of someone you care about, requires you to accept them for who they are.
That’s the gist.
When in doubt, freak ’em out.
All the road signs have been pulled down.
Russian roulette isn’t the same without a gun.
There are stars up over the ocean
And I know because I have seen them.
Like words written mutely in the sky
And I know because I have read them.
Tiny sea beacons to guide all who between the waves still malinger,
Little dots shining bright
That the darkest of night
Cannot cleanly obscure.