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.
Monday, May 29, 2017
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.
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.
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.
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
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___
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.
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.
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___
this purple petal
will float on its breeze, its
make can turn
it while
easier, whether to its end___
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.
w/ death & no safety net
surrounding
in
a drop
to not a breath left,
yet
just as good of a view to
behold.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
A creator in circles
If
he were
an insect, it
would only display
a single, immaculate
wing
down the center
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.
w/
no damage
to imply that
another ever existed.
Saturday, May 13, 2017
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.
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
Consistency
Being awake has become further
disappointment, but more so
just empty enough
to echo back
my own dissatisfaction.
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.
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
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
& 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.
I just know there’s plenty of certainty
& indifference to uncertainty.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
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