Sunday, November 11, 2012

I too

I too, at various times, like to do Bavarian marine damage.

Monday, September 24, 2012

People Are Dividing

People are dividing what they know and they don't know into parts Traffic jams and telephone scams come to know us better than we know our selves It must be time to redress the old, the new , the now we hide from within Slowly entering the news from an unknown perspective to rattle from underneath Death's blanket folds over decay like undone garbage heaps reveals stench This is the new nature made perfectly old by its semblances to dance The light eternal is made of junk the imagination clouds beyond stars its food I blow past you and you past me as we enter another moment oh blankness It is carved carbon dating us back to the earth space we live upon

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Blind Dirt

The Blues man sits poised. No, that's not true. A woman wakes in the night and carves a pumpkin. It is Spring and the pumpkin is frozen like so many tears on a ghost's face.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

magic wing

the did not know thee when it said "this is no place for e"

Sunday, December 4, 2011

It is true that living water brings eternal life to those who drink it. I imbibe the present moment, some buzz I hear, sharp pain I have
thickness of mind
ambition to be pure in the collective mind of posterity. That's what I scanned in. I like how I type, this need be no better for you than for me. If I had a little violence, I have seized so much,I'd seize it all again.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Crisis of Death

a skull
with a snake
running through
it...

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Influence

A goat bleats
and a man says you can only make art
when you suffer

But we know this
is not at all true
painting our fences
into the ground

Then looking up
at the sky
I see a falling child

My pants are torn
like a cloud
in the winter sky
that is forever continuous

We go home and cry
and itch a little too
to get out

But light creeps in
the corners are filled
with it. Up 'til now
when we both leave

This is the mirror
and both of us
are in it

Looking up for the falling
who fall to us
from above
like those children

They pull the cord
on the last light bulb
in the sky