Messengers

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]