November 17th, 2011

#6

damn it (hungering)

is there any end, to…

Whose bad dreams are these?

when far worse is bought?

Suns call, reach from the abyss

pierce, penetrate, and caress

He climbed the pole, ascended

with strong embraces and stronger lift and pull

unkempt and savage, with sweet tooth

nearly out of view, almost in the cloud

#7

a bird wails across the dream

the Moon is a gaping hole

we are a water molecule in a thunderstorm

lightning is the daughter

and the finale

“I cannot sing and know no stories.”

Added for the centaur or Minotaur

& what could not appear

Three innocent eyes,

the resurrection unseen

You cannot

Disengaged lost in space

Insomnia until the spade is lifted high above head

Rugged spreading form, unfoldable houseplant

And eye have and the glimmer of a prism when her makeup was smEaring on the dagger

The residue of Atrocity. Blinking in the long cold morning. Many mistakes in the promise and void.

Bipedal

As soon as he came down to what happened, murmuring

Weave, braid

Into a rope of aligning

The fur finds its way out eventually.

"...in a perfect creation,  nothing created was ever intended to disappear."

Hiding in a line

In the radiance of the fresh snow

to the North

Interregna, sagitta,  "I follow you, to the fossils, wherever you can go, I will walk..." said the burning sheet of paper

Owls in the bell tower,

Owls in the bells,

lose the ways to the past, trying to get through, in ashes since

Before reaching the hearth

Anima

Bricoleur and arcanum

The nymph fairy pining

Away into the rock wall of a cave, cursed by a jealous animal and disappointed by her love for the mirror.

Pines to skin and bone... The blood vanishes into the air, from veins...the voice remains

Flesh and tree are turned to stone.

which sweeps in all directions down the slopes

The scree

Primeval

#8

In Winter light, they made

No jokes about him, not even about his death

Above the crashing

Of stone and metal (lightning!)

"Get out of here

All the way!" she screamed

there is was or goes or will go eventually

bones beneath the dirt, the underground

the underground

who did that?

I did it my self.

did you Do that your self?

Yes I did it my self

Obsidian pointing, quoted, she brought the candles from the box, placing them upon the altar with eyes wide

initiate holes in the veil, get that medicine

on a Sabbath or secretly, in spells and incantations, nothing but the skull to protect them

Taken on the journey until lost in the blur, the forthright burden carried

she had been captive, suddenly feathered, after the jump many jewels and all of them pleased to see her, to stand beside her, for the hull was full,

"Kept under the table, why do you walk that way?" unseen through the smoke

"Naughty is necessarily naked?"

"I will be ancient!

I will be ancient!

I will be ancient!"

"Hold all prayers away from him!"

& then he was hurt

a black snake in the wound

upon the brown soil

the serpent a bowl inverted

omega finally

they all became sick to death

the longarm and the deep cut, clearcut

attempting to please, please with honey and berries

all over the television while she looked at him, "that way, that close to it"

her hands covered with feathers

cascade crystalline as it fell from the cliff or canyon on high

That thin, that wild mercury sound. It's metallic and bright gold.

psychedelic, kaleidoscopic, hallucinatory masterpiece. with a single master, authentic

"This is calamity."

They were telling them about everything

"Can you recognize this or not?"

With the spine and the heart there

Her voice at the festival, "Appreciate all the liberty."

31st, from Gashound

The name is not to be used

even when/if

Bug-eyed and

Green. (and the son's head right next to this)

From the hand to the wrist.

Her mother was sure that she was thinking about her body as she looked at her, as they sat down together

("Don't forget your body in

All those chemicals."

Unwed and wailing)

The end of the surface, able to penetrate deeply enough.

The storm destroying, the storm destroying.

Artificial and superficial

Scarlet

What is taken but never given

...an advent from the far reaches of nowhere that arrives unexpected and barely understood.

From all the way down the hall

a caveat seeking

the impression through always

 "Her dreams are everywhere."

She could assess because she possessed

So thoroughly

("In Advance of the Broken Arm," so thoroughly spoken.)

as apparatus wherewith

produced simultaneous

Horizontal parallelogram

"How copying must transcend the giant hunchback, his strange gait, his lack of prospect, his deformation," announced the Empyrean

Unbroken biological antiquity

Fanatical pleasure and the leg

Always displayed, "Yet as it turns out, this ancient forest sanctuary is more threatened under democracy and independence than it was during seven centuries of monarchs and dictators..."

everyone cares for beauty quickly...

Don't want what you aren't supposed to have.

Brilliant in honeycombs

Lemon yellow, such a long time ago.

The sunrise as seen

By the broken-armed gardener of Eden (& him the guardian of that light)

"What does one do in paradise?" asks the gardener, a heretic of powerful belief. "Or is there some other way of existence?" was her response. The snake became an arrow and she claimed her arrow for her heart.

The number of heresies at this juncture is legion. If even or ever the wind blows (it is never accidental)

He was no longer

a pilgrim waiting for the sunset.

No one can afford

Anything, there is no more bread in the breadbox.

even hairy legs and beards,

no sharp metals

Sequel! Sequel! Sequel!

Encore!

2.

Ancient black magician

Touches geometrically and traces algebraically across a few years, through known and unknown vortex

All knowledge comes too late. She is at the center and they kill in her name.

Pointed toward the bottom

Well balanced at the top

&a cherry on top, always a cherry on top.

Radical ghost copy,

Hid in the forest dark (& low)

Until the clouds pass

The bag he carried, dark mouthed

Through the desert

Super sister grand magi;

The Firestarter...that tadpole died right before he did, to himself, when he was a boy.

burning down the wall...

Discovering or finding beautiful and wild women who know the earth, the ground, the soil.

In this way

The light &the dark

are mirrors, are a mirror

Reversals occur, in rhythm rhythmically

3.

made the One real to the Many...

perhaps more real, because

cleaner, brighter, newly reliable

Fountains

(& shovels, spades)

Last-minute changes were a statement of facts "which could never mislead anyone"

"It shows a wide, endless expanse of sky, under it a stormy sea, and in the foreground a strip of white sand, along which the darkly shrouded figure of a hermit is seen... The sky is clear and indifferently calm. There is no storm, no sun, no moon and no thunder. Yes, even a thunderstorm would be a consolation and pleasure, for then one would see some kind of movement and life. There is not even a sea monster to be seen on the endless sea. And on the shore in the sand there is not even one blade of grass, Nothing. Which makes the loneliness of the scene all the more grim and desolate."

- The Romantic

Referring to the uniform color of the sky, which does not apply to the present State*.

"The waves sparkling gently in the light of the waxing moon & the faint glitter of the morning star

In the night...

How long will they survive?"

Was more the truth

Of the matter

Of survival

"Indeed, if one were

To paint this landscape

with its own chalk and water

I believe one could reduce the foxes and wolves to tears, which is without a doubt

The highest form of praise!"

"My body could have been made better by a bad artist drawing in the dark."

4.

Mortal vulnerabilities which could doom our entire infrastructure

Once-inconceivable calamity

Then the calamity immortalized in bronze, on horseback,

One inch every ten years

(in the long room

Of the temple/gallery:)

Descriptive circles

Conspiring to undermine and destabilize immense masses

Against a primitive and unrelenting foe

Whose ultimate strength is its ability to endurefrom the Winter void

the wall eater

approaches since he’s been gone

(the snow made higher than the wall,

a ramp, a wedge,

and then walked up,

snow broke

the fall on the other side)

door with no handle and mask with no face

beneath the window, night passes with two suns

embedding themselves in the canyon

protected against loss by deep placement

Looking behind the mirror.

…and as much as it could hurt it did.

THE END

P.S.

let's leave that over there.

the extra wheat where it belongs

(corn and grain and bread and meat and eggs and roots and...)

not even $2.11 or 21 months

30th

...or had the palace moment already existed?
Ruin on veins of marble
"it's the site of a baptism you know, the universal marvel."
plastered with feathers, the volume of her laugh
Increased drastically with familiarity,
Somewhere ripe in tease,
She formulates, taken up into the domes of baroque begs to be entered for its depth and touched
for its bodiliness
She moves between the borders,
Upon feasts and misfortune
"just as much, if not more."
Skeleton of topography, a vivid space
Looking there too
 to nor even know the extent of their glances, but how the hips do come together, in maturation
The feathers joined

Sustained desire, endless hunger, confidence and enthusiasm

Information - Feedback
Interpretation - Participation -Attention - Experience
(swift invisible glance
Toward desire)
lived on the future
Laughed too much
Though they were
Far more complex than who they may have desired or listed after & toward


Confronted by eagles,
and then fossils, ornamented by time (heat and pressure)
the diamond won.
Hands clasped, not in prayer; but to conceal erect nipples.
Which was a kind of prayer
She watched them, and wondered, wondering
"But how much is fantasy worth?" asked the Watcher
"doing his thing," that he's a winner. Otherwise who needs him?

&thus he was named a "dangerous enemy" of the establishment
An enthusiastic gospel following the inviting and encounter
Of a feeling
(veiled with vestiges of the past)
The tongue is tone-sure
Later they will restore it, it lives by it's legend, not by anything else.
Require Features

She waited but he did not arrive
She was reminded of her father's departure and enquired about his destination.
She true to conceal one of her eyes.
Majestic proportions and classic objects
Put in a frame, so as not to cause any interference or distortion. Eventually, anyway despite, they were dancing in the museum's ruins
Naked in the rotunda
Exalted space of first delight, between huge columns
Supporting the collapsed
Ceiling, why it had to happen, Forge of unmistakable expectation
(Four walls, light coming in from above, two doors, one for those (fortunes)coming in, the other for those going out.)
Earthy sounds from marble chords
& the sky's revelation a chorus!
"Therefore we have finally built real walls."

"Can you declare that your longings have found permanent embodiment?"
Cravings without apologies, transformation through matter and will. Spiraling as though toward
The center of a labyrinth
the monumental frame for ineffable rituals

"Was it like burnt candy? Or like rotten cake?" getting on the train
Sleeping on the wild grass
Through binoculars, acquire
Instinct from time immemorial, at the equinox.
There is red in the eyes and a reddening of sensitive fleshes, at the equinox. Feeding and feeding, raw and tender...
Heard through the walls and savages drinking blood from the center-pole, at the equinox.
Imperial invading armies
& sleeping on the ground, in the dirt.

...and many of them are dancers ("Well you may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer!")
Aren't they? "Aren't they just."
Revealed simply the back
Or mass with momentum, or suddenly until a bounce
(and he, continually looking away
and for good reason)

...did not live to see the fulfillment of his darkest predictions...

tunneled completely through

the apple, what have you

and left wanting,

a sky above and below

through a microscope into the cells, into the atoms even,

so what?

“the ten children,” she said

“and another one on the way, that makes eleven.”

“Are you two studying?”

dirty & hairy, thank you

a door opened suddenly, let the young girls scream

muddy saliva

until the hourglass is broken

Long Ritual

not fallen, but disappeared

and observed, through the water

to the bottom.

Their hair was poorly cut and they were very angry

so they lit it on fire. (whatever)

“Are they the same in both locations?

The same device? There.”

horned beast, tear the silver into sheets

as long as the arm or as long as the body, as long as the being

asmany years

as many hairs

each one a sheet, a plane, not a line

the dream of the roaming herd, the field dreaming

the nets must be larger until

the face and the obscuration, twice as large

cooked twice

the most she had ever been told by another man

to associate the right things correctly.

The wolves were in the church, or the castle

great snarling beasts, teeth gnashing,

tangle wood, the bracken and the briar

long tongues dangling, hanging. And they panting with effort of destruction and devouring

blood, saliva, inconsiderate, all thrones toppled

corners broken, torn paper, grand carnivores!

with a fist and claws

“Does something move? Is there actually something that moves, from here to there? Like a paper airplane?”

lessons of sphinx cliffs

contact,

end the

end the

bless you angry desperate children

courageous and honorable you are

(with breast torn and eyes burning,

with bandanas and flags and banners

idealism and hope,

captured in the street, captured in the night,

broadcast full of eggs and grabbed

& the flag raised

& the flag raised

& the flag rose, victory rose

“Coordinate as many things at once as possible at all times!”

reveille for radicals

09292011 untitled (for The Beast)

1.

Opening a heart toward Heaven

All of the people in The city

Who you touch accidentally

to Heaven from

Unravel

The cheerful night song

Bounce (& shake) it around unveiled, darling ( hidden on the inside of the arm, bicep)

The shield remains concealed.

Too, there is no question that

a longer part of the world

Sweet treasures, tall treasures, held high

Overnight work,

black&white houndstooth

above red

Reveille masquerade, from his woman on a horse, Valkyrie

Please help me!

Wet wind, find her

Cheek or earlobe or shin

Or bare-chested, finally.

Wondrous quality of the waters running rushing over the exploded dam

Landscape changing the world

(if he had been given a military assignment from which he could easily have got lost)

No odors from your mouth or armpits

The shiny broken object in the dark puddle in the burnt out house.

Then recedes into the forest deeps...

Seen and fecund potentials grasped

From observations across the precipice

Bottomless, Tar pits

Substance enough to grasp

(from the time when the beast of highest worship had a long nose)

Not long afterward, not long forward, recounted

With new eyes

Ever-new variations, without finding a fixed ideal

No ones gaze bold enough to sustain

Became hermetic and difficult

Migrating into the aftermath, owl wings at thefall of dusk.

(collapse of coherence)

When the tape (cassette or video) was completed, they mourned

Utter contrast, unknowingly condensed,

onto the interior of the window, clear glass, their warm breath (tongue found)

Faithfully recountingthe narrative of; their otherness, their isolation, their desperation, their inevitable descent and death.

"Once there was a little boy and everything turned out alright. The end."

Beyond the horizon of repetition

To continuity

precisely scribbled

Forward held bosom venerated in passing

The fluid a mile deep.

About to come through the other side.

"Do you believe that all men are truly evil, but remain eternally unaware of it?"

& she continued, "...then why do you treat them that way?"

"That old man should've cleaned between his teeth before ever looking her way."

Throw the bird, too

Young to fly, high into the air.

Taken to task...

visions square and hermetic

Foreboding as the song in a dream

Fatal geography, constructing the hours that have been & have been had

"The loneliness of the oracle, the sadness of departure, the enigma of the hour."

Embarking on a nostalgic production?

"Death comes, obviously." (x3)

Heaven rose,

Lace backdrop, it's patterned wallpaper, and illustrated newspaper

all visible from down below

Hole of tooth or hole of eye, "...a wry metaphor."

but what for?

expertise uncredited within this imagined discipline

Then; a bouquet of flowers and some reflection on a shiny stage floor.

Posed as a classical Greek torso,

she spied from the kitchen

Romantic passengers

Dark dark mirror in the harsh glare of a bright Sun

Sunday, no sex in the museum

no bodily fluids and no mirrors, no blankets

Accumulated and organized, as a rupture of horticulture

Within the archive, oblivious to the darkness, She was pleased to see, the maverick approach at dawn

Fiction of coherence, watching through binoculars, including the visiting sister (or sibling)

Since dawn Monday a single strand of Spider web crossed five lanes of high-speed traffic.  Hanging above... Until she walked through it, perpendicular to the fine line (transparent, translucent) it drew through space, above roadblack tar and asphalt. Caught on one of her hairs, then pressed against her forehead by her velocity, all in the moment of one stride

Snapped then drifting, plummeting, through rotation and into destruction

"Following the news reporters and taking their photograph."

Providing the exhilarating revelation that we are free afterall.

"I believe in growing things & things which have grown and died magnificently!"

2.

thrumming

The great machinery of ideals

pursues the daughter of the west

laying, hanging her head on a book

The Smoke

along the back fence

becomes a figure

entering

thrumming keepable

she said, “mountainous space(s)”

he said, “the mountain, the place”

vast overlapping series of scenes, became a totem

and vanished before his last birthday

Silent even, unto the crow was she, (not remembering) even as the crow flew

across the crossroads,
All passions betrayed,

ugly and scabs, soon they will be made to fear

it’s a vision, maybe an illusionary,

tell the story of a man who time travels into the future of the world, and sees the apocalypse. In the process of returning to the present, he is turned into steel by a magnetic field. He is rendered mute, unable verbally to warn people of his time of the impending destruction. His attempts to communicate are ignored and mocked.

the thing it is

the canyon itself is a space

carved by a river, leaving a scar

     do you have a misses, and if you don’t then where’d she go and if you do then where’s she at?

tolling bell, enchanted and devoted realms

journeyed

the manifestation of

landmarks are supposed to be outstanding

asofyet Untitled, just barely, where were you then? who knows?  where the time goes?

thank god for the gentlemen and the fat women, milky secretions

wanted and deep secrets necessary in the alone and the dark

delicately crossed and double crossed reverberating acrosst the entire river.

received delivery, too busy fucking to worry about any kind of rocket ships, or satellites,

for that matter there was nothing else, lusts and being caught unawares, underwater, does the Serpent survive the flood? and why, so despised, did they save his life then, for his continual suffering at the hands of evil boys and the machine, inventing sin together,

dreaming the tractor and the jet engine, warm milk and turquoise, dimmed at the wingtip,

invisible in this dim, dim dawn

“I worry that everyone around me is a spy for something I hate…”

blue is still going on & on

strumming

They found the mystic treasure and a pair of pants changed ownership twice

once the American flag, thus

3.

a.

- arises directly from the spatial ramifications of raw numbers and patterns of logistics.

she hides her camouflage face in the moon

get the lookout and ensign together,

world destroyed, (his here, his heart) by her, on the lines

that empty space survives

undressing for the long black cloud

why try?

"if you say you will, I will love you still"

romantic grapes on the roses' lips

just anywhere at all, pressed against flesh

any reason at all? the secret shared in a place too public

he consults his atlas before leaving

receive and protect,

place the seeds below

to the doubt, Down

There will be only one finale.

"son I need your help with these pests"

all are cheap and dear, but some, the ones, still hold their heads high

chest out

“…don’t worry I won’t bother you now.

The sun is setting

my head is on fire

&

finally, you look so warm, my sisters!”