Monday, May 29, 2017

Just for good measure

Facts dangle
in my face,
as if
swaying
from a meat hook
hung from a wishbone
composed of light particles,
once shone
from the bowels of a star,
that was caught
sight of one
misty, rain dabbled night,
in between a couple
clouds,
which had
spit in each eye.

Steady breeze around an unsteady leaf

Staying calm amid the fall
of measured slats,
holding up everything
except
the dirt & the trees;
sitting still thru
the decomposition of dream,
hope & wonder___
even
the associated horror for contrast
got smashed;
sleeping peacefully w/
one eye always open on the off chance
there may be a reason
for the intrigue
of sight,
while supposedly in dream.

Up in smoke

Memorized hours, clocked
by the beat of a heart,
w/ rice paper walls protecting
the existence of vital
instruments,
saved
for later, when the world
backfires & destroys those hours
&
that heart.

A true issue

Understanding
the architecture
of a heart’s
beat.

A consumer's issue

How do you eat
the beat of
a heart?

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Sanguine sky

It’s always
been
like this, give
or take

parts of the foundation
seem whole
& others aren’t so
simple to put a solid step on
w/out fearing falling thru
an endless sky

That wince & grin

What happened on that day
when light turned into only a prism
w/ a dingy tinge turning around
inside___
& it laughed back
at us___

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Just at the bone

Keep attempting to
cut out my soul, you know
to set it free

at times I think I might just succeed

past
tendon once paired w/ muscle
& practically drowning
in the blood of
what once seemed
so substantial,
it may have been mistook
for indestructible

&
what wild glee
gurgles amid
atoms

when
I can’t
cut
past
the bone.

Later baby, later

Some
of the shit
I say doesn’t mean a thing
to me
either, & I like it that way.

Freefall

No place
for anything, but
somewhere
for all & everything.

As possible

Living in a wreak
which cannot be corrected,
means as much must make sense.

Of simple & participle

It
began before
we
understood
it
had begun

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Or not

When
this purple petal
will float on its breeze, its
make can turn
it while
easier, whether to its end___

Don't push

I do not have
time to be
rushed___.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Wire walking Blindfolded

Imminent immanence
w/ death & no safety net
surrounding
in
a drop
to not a breath left,
yet
just as good of a view to
behold.

If only

When I close my eyes
I automatically
drop into unconsciousness.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

A creator in circles


If
he were
an insect, it
would only display
a single, immaculate
wing
down the center
of its thorax,
w/
no damage
to imply that
another ever existed.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

For the sake of proof

Life
is
a
magnifying glass
of hours, assisted
by days.

What may feel like a stumble

Not sure
how long I’ve tried
to appropriately analogize
mind over matter,
for better grasp in the future,
but all I can manage
to say is Mai over Mae.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Warm fractals

The pupil
is
the black hole
of
the eye

Consistency

Being awake has become further
disappointment, but more so
just empty enough
to echo back
my own dissatisfaction.

Thru each season

Living in
the subtropics is
akin
to having termites
in your bones
thru summer, &
in winter
the wind then
blows brittle whistles
thru what holes
are
left behind.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Cold morning in May

Encourages
resting the skull
against the bosom
of oblivion

Another age of this

You talk about me more than you talk to me,
& It’s not like I’m going anywhere

Hanging around a sloppy foundation
w/ a more than rattled structure,
not even a good set of bones

Walking barefoot on broken teeth, it was always
an inevitability & now
to take to new stakes for a better show, but what
trouble does not rest so easy in approach

Still a split lip

Not always exact about what I’m doing,
I just know there’s plenty of certainty
& indifference to uncertainty.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Friction between feelings

Earned peace
can get annoyed
by the feeling
of external
misery