life is proof of what lies beneath of time? no. messengers, engaged in godlike transformation upstairs, in a room upstairs, in a magic (mystic) space there, by the dunes sleek, orgiastic & frayed the first wild thrash of dawn he is young, not pretty, using words or sacrifice at last a light ascends how do we [...]
Tag: writing
Art of Evolution
now is air and being human speech and so it isn’t small (when at first delicate signs of life) we speak into being what doesn’t exist word, not bone thunder or magic seed but great blue-green sweltering miracle because all life is assembled as wreckage explodes first, then radiates its nearness like the sun mind [...]
Experiments in Monochrome
i. the serpent changes mad galactic fictions of seers and mystics and rock & roll shamans somewhere, a young man is alive and hears himself resisting neither stays nor leaves ii. aura tournament of silence artifacts of love hidden in an empty room with only vague notions of what must be saved iii. naked backstreet [...]
Mandala Effect
situation is parallel water to sleep on and water to wake you perspective is mystical elongated mind like recurrent water consciousness at terrapin high noon the present is the middle of this phrase on leaving tigers miss the mark
Sunday Morning Nirvana
another day under an unconditioned sun & we drift unthinkable fresh air (rising) invents another sun (not the same) a white wind blows over transitions away from time cold collective mind & the search for rapidly returning present gravity the distance between walking & a string not the same in lavender as in circles (pigments [...]
Midnight Lite
as if the future is falling behind me vast and uninhabited like a cool primitive moon a man, his skin is dry and upright like leather (they’ve killed the city; the city is dead) his voice is high and catatonic hands dangle like two blind prophets somewhere in a desert essence of reptiles scarlet sandcastles [...]
City of Salt
afloat. man and woman unfamiliar in time are lost in the swells of harvest eyes as steady as bulldozers a body within a body (is lighter than you think) mouth cries are murky and euphoric like smoke on glass and two bodies living as a single body are a sea in a city of salt [...]
There is no time for bones.
there is no time for bones. changing skins of sex fire and other enlightened things. each springtime, whether to erase time or bare ourselves to the sun. (some people wear out their elbows that way.) mouths like wine and knives in oranges. this is the stuff of naked poetry, sayable for unsayable things. it’s like [...]
Essence of Cosmic Poetry
a planet steps into its shadow another dangling by surprise a single thought that precedes thought and is reborn paradise.
Girl, Fairytale
if tomorrow was fit with fairytales (we would always walk as if on sunshine) lush and ethereal like smoke on water or a skeleton made of fireflies if grace was a body and our bodies were fairytales mammoth-like and wild (eyes are snails bellies full of sand) a thought like a body in a loud [...]
