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The Absolute Everything.Tender eye sockets burn out of
Power surging brainiacs
Spiderweb streetlight blackout
Out back bug zapper purple
Pops the breaker, crackling thunder
Fizzes out of every vessel
The tugboat bullies it all together
To puncture the silvery river
Wherever water flows the compass,
The context, the towers of mental breakdowns
Scream into pillows, steering wheels, seashells;
Scream out of turbines, the eyes, misplaced aggression
Transgress again and again and again
In the night in the original plan in our minds again
When splayed sparks sputter disjointedly
Akimbo is the absolute everything
The only security is cyber
The only logic city grid
The only known, the only known
Systems malfunct and all breath withheld
The stoplight winks awkwardly at the audience.
VacationCull it up in your one-piece
While seagulls click at sandy cheetos
The kids aren't looking
(Too busy with the brown waves)
Husband's asleep from the morning beer
Just one huff, puff, blow it all down
The shitty airplane ride,
How hard it was to score some weed
(The maid was mexican)
Low on sleep, yeah, there it is
Pulled up against your hip,
You felt it's rectangle in your skin
With every step on the hot grit sand dunes
Your hips hurt from it
Turning away from the salt-dry breeze
You pull out your cigarette box
And the lighter and rolled joint inside
The thing won't light
The thing won't light
The thing won't light
(Worthless but you won't leave it on the ground)
Break a Vase.The density that hums inside every chest
The pressure bloomed from inhaled disbelief
I want to crawl your skin like sidewinders on the sand
I want to rub you red, to rub you red
Embarrass us both with your spouting
We'll both let out a sigh, our heads pounding
We'll both be as lush as red wine
The reality of winter, cracking elbows and ankles
The fruit of our labor rotting in a stomach pit
You are naughty and you must be punished.
The Ten Tenets of Thought.1. Feed your Brain more than your Body.
A starved brain does not live, it survives
A starved brain does not grow, even if it thrives
A starved brain does not think, it is told
A starved brain does not have any control.
2. Cherish the new and challenge the old.
Give your mind a larger pallette
A repertoire, if you will,
For the new stretches all perceptions
And the old gives cheap thrills.
3. Hold selflessness as perfection.
Perfection can never be reached
And so it is the perfect goal
Selfishness cannot be bleached
That is the nature of the soul
But since we are not alone
We can all take an active role.
4. Be comfortable with the impossible.
The value of life is not in destinations
But in the journey's sensations
Let go of the need to know your location
The Rock Thrown.the glass broke in every direction
fanned out, a road map
leading to Rome, a sharp-edged hole
where glimmering shards gave way
to the rock thrown, the rock thrown
i clip a butterfly's wings off
and sob as it flails about;
means less than nothing.
sophism of god, the first capitalism
stock exchange fault lines lead back to the throne,
the rock thrown.
eternity eats its own tail
and ties a knot in infinite cross-hairs
ready aim fire
crescent moons slide under the shadow of death
in the valley of space and time
continua are these pesky split-ends.
what ever could we begin? rolling a stone
like that, cascading through the levels of reality
as if we were mighty! flightless, without tooth or nail
we patter like the leak of faucets,
echoed in a sink with dishes, ceramic, color of bone,
the rock thrown.
Cascading Precipice.I'd describe it as a mountain of escalators
you can't see the top, only the suggestion
the outline in the cloudy heights
the grated staircase appearing before you
You rise and rise, comforted or anxious
perhaps some friends behind you
or perhaps on an adjacent flight
or even perhaps alone in every direction
And it gets cold when the sun is hidden
but the path keeps moving you upward
its been awhile, you might be tired of standing
or you might be running up the steps looking for the end
As you begin to give up, your body tired
upset that other people are moving faster
or other people have room to sit
you think you see an end
Your mood improves and you kiss your lover
or you look down at the watch your father gave you
and you smile because you know it was worth it
or you fear the end and try to run back down
Heartifacts.I wrote this awhile back
And it'll burn when it becomes false
For now it sits in the pit of my gut
Simmering in the acids.
The fumes give me heartache
A heart attack, an artifact
Of some belief held like a bible
I tell myself it is still real.
I wrote this on my hand
And it sunk in and waits,
Waits for my lips to spill it forth
Toxic, fermented on your blouse.
It'll burn through even your cross necklace
Heartburn, actually burning on fire
At the stake, upside down
Mother of mine, religiously.
Your white bones will catch the eye
On my forehead, and it's tears will fill my mouth
The saltwater dousing the angry fire
When it becomes false and I've gone too far.
You said it was good to think for myself,
You said it was okay to be gay,
You said you'd come to terms with my atheism,
You cried, you cried, you cried, you cried.
I wrote to say sorry, but I would be lying
If I said it would change
What you fed me in the pews
Didnt sit well, His fresh blood and meat.
What child isn't this.Infant joy
Songs of fire
Amusing, high heaven
I want to reach within
And bring forth infinitesimal phoenixes
Borne into the plumage of decembers
Collicky with glue fingers
The shine of time
Diamond eyes, tips of teeth
Kissing over gums little tongues
The face of nascency
Gurgles forth the clean sound of forever
Ma ma ma; eenunna na hurmma mam am ahhh
How could poetry destroy the language of innocence,
The blush of true happiness,
a baby stares intently
Comprehending my eyes
Shaking pupils dilate and cannot lie
I thought about killing myself
But I cannot remember why
I swoop my voice high and low
And kiss toes and feel tacky fingers
Wrap my trigger finger
how losers win.daytona, iditarod
passing through the broken ribbon
dug into the skin of palms
from the kick off.
regatta, world cup
lines finish with a dot.
the loss, the competitive drive, forgot.
now, all is weightless
both teams score the same
overtime is a smile and a kiss
taking turns on the timeline
the timeline, the constant
the eternal you no longer
flee, the finish is start
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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