Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

52nd

wax on the lip of the glass
(cooled, dry)
quite a situation to overcome
it all adds up
in so many questions
then, bisecting the thunder bone
it is a fun weapon
food stolen by animals
"He is truly and actually wild and you have seen it displayed before your very eyes, never question his wildernesses again."

a predilection for
crystalline latitudes
what a declaration, throughout,
when it seems like, at times, hangs on a single strand, showing affection, in the caress of...
at night I wait for her, I wait for her, I wait, for her to come, to come

all together
gathering the harvest (determining the sacrifice(s))
lamp attached to the ceiling
your silhouette in each door
the ear measuring space
naked before the sea, span after span,
Death might just reward your quick puzzling with exclusive benefits.

"everything will continue, intensifying day-by-day
we will have to remain here for a long time, staring at the wall"
a yanqui mother fucker amateur clown do you want the truth or do you want a good story?

(wild) child (full of grace) establishes rapport with raptors, speaks to plants, (breaks free) avoids humans
gradually coming to the conviction of
(...wherefore, in despair, formed for and dedicated to its destruction) returned triumphant, returning from the chase more happy because their victory had been a difficult one, puzzling
 Of all life's cataclysms

perplexing questions about ethics,
choppy, inexplicable movies
historical inequities,
didn't happen anymore
1.5% just a skin within
under glassaltogether
sense of depth opening up very near, let there be no more

bridge for nothing (extinct ghosts), no roads or paths or trails leading to or away
from
get the Classic Ghost,
lightweight, milky smoke pouring out the end

pregnant with every kind of embryo,
where the mountains have ended
esprit?
a starling hitting a closed window
enantiomorphic?
strong use of the orbit, and the order of the orbit,
all the way up to time, this is the scale
Space as a prime component "try being slow"
nuance, cyclic, continual (continuation of an idea, a spiral)
large-scale time & space
harmonic patience, fertile

the dogs have found her sniffed her out, in the snow, her secret scent, she with the ultimate plan, defining
when the dogs, they have found her,
"We don't believe in that anymore. What need have we now for  a place with that name?"
They have come to fear her she stares through them
from fire circles
running at night
guided by a single strand
she enters, she answers

when the idea is a welcome guest
she enters now, she stares right through me. I trust in her, I have to, I swear to, She answers
she answers
she answers
yes

Monday, July 29, 2013

shadows advancing... for gh

shadows advancing from the Rocky Mountains
...despite being fateful agents
lower portions painted
Well before the snowfall (their curves are glazed), with (the most beautiful, elaborate, intricate, ornate) frost
from so close up
to discover its totality, and the new arrangements of its mass

the barking dogs introduce the possibility of awakening
Fourteen identical gods, moving outward in the fourteen directions.
from the center remaining there as they continue

topped by long poles
which ended
in waving black flags
atop an ancient musical instrument
superimposed onto a vessel/ship made of stone

penance of forever darkened
"...then you can get both, or pulled apart."
can't completely overcome the worry, phantom talons
Grand Owl's habitat

"Any mistake I ever made was an accident. Every mistake I ever make is an accident. Every mistake I ever make will be an accident."
she had a pretty beard
her first scream (remains, still) the white-hot blade of a lightning bolt right in front of the eyes of all the birds in the woods.
"It really hurts and it never stops."

on again the night before,
hail, heavy rain rings all metal as a bell, home is right behind

teeth all green, all red, all white
all this milk. one in red, singing song of the day's measure
one in black, mostly, singing in the dark history of the night, if we are right here

becoming feverish
Blood faded by the sun from red to gold
gradient through and including fruit colors, faced with such a spectacle

"Her belly is the whole harvest,
her torso bursts into fireworks from her arched back, (modeled on a swallow's two wings)
sing and float perfumes...Her hair"

subtle terrain,
black dome (of night)
From some earlier point
two points nearer one another
subtly from the scale of themselves
and dramatic from the scale of the surface of said sphere
from here the reach of the celestial hunter extends,
This Arrow
on the Painter's imaginary window
which opened up endlessly repeating vistas, baffling at first glance

whose large flowers fascinated her
on waking
there's a star that quivers
and then immediately and ferociously avoids all that seeks
hunger for the love that she lusts for, knowing each aspiration

...looking as though the flame has swept over all of them...
(Orange)
the word symphony has been used
it will always remain essential to an emotional appreciation of the monument

many animals caught in the same net at the same time; birds and fish and ...
an unknown light
curious contrasts, antiquarian research, in high snowy mountains  (tar, lava, chalk, larva)
umbrella spire and inner axis

snails gorging themselves on fruit
Hares & bells
"I don't know why I feel this way.
Is that okay?"
one must discover its causes
pointing the finger
an advertisement?
inadvertent cacophonies,
impossible to recognize, the emotion one would imagine such news would evoke
Reaction on the scale of the event, vague and increasing with time
the uproar mounting with an abundance of contortions, in the corners

held between what we should and what we will
When the wind blows uphill
an the river flows down hill, rapidly
what profane interpretation confines itself to, after all.

"don't move"
branch bears their weight, graciously stripped of the more delicate foliage, twigs and this years growth
reaching low and long, bowed by being pulled to the ground

Friday, March 29, 2013

Milky Way Standing Upright

Milky Way standing upright
Under Heaven
Underground
(piercing through to another sky)
a way to measure my height
a gemstone concealed beneath the hem, behind the eyes
A few days later it was announced by the herald that
This was so long before now
A now previous to this one, these ones
the Earth with Antarctica facing us
running in a rising sea of dust, as the days warmed, as they continue to
(Her eyes were warm and wet and there was no fear in them)

He may be the active Bear
(Wicked sweet million)
I must remain in the hole
"Would you be willing to act the bear for me?"
(Whispering all he intended to do, announcing his intentions.)
"I stand waiting for I know not what."
Passed to her with both hands, ceremonially.

Threnody for monsters,
all wearing terrible masks
In hindsight, with hindsight
Children eating precious metals
On some conspicuous plain
Consequences of a gravity not excluding bloodshed
courageous young musicians
Thunderer
geometrical, abstract

Buttresses all along the outer walls
Hawk soars far above, the small orchestra rehearsing beneath filigree of paper crepe
I cannot describe just how I was attired or painted
walk off with my eyes on the ground to a new vantage point
Kept looking, even after
"He can see beyond the horizon."
making a dramatic entry

(The theater or the ballet;
Cannon) legs outstretched
Arc forward and arc back, every arc convex, she herself, full-length
Round shape of breath around curved glass
(...beauty yet remains in intimate situations)

"Anyway, she says that I will change my mind."
"About here or her?"
"About everything..."
Movies shown in a building where moths endlessly dove headlong into the screen, wherever brightest
Glint of an eye or starkly illuminated cheekbone (Summer thunderheads)

The air( & space) between two pieces of paper, silk or velvet


out of orbit
when it hits the ground
the damage it could do
(away & into)
“I don’t see the sense in stampeding into a course of action we may all regret.”

every train driven off the cliff, we removed the bridge
or into the river, or into the sea
or we redirected the tracks to lead into the ocean
drive them all at full speed, fill them to the brim with people

& all that is lost, & all that is lost
Lost
the wheat rots, is rotten, or the mice get into it, or the weevils (can still be eaten, has been, we were poor and it was pancakes and the butter and syrup made them delicious and mom made them special) or it gets wet, someone spills something on it
water or whatever they’re drinking, and it’s no good after it gets wet
the measurements are all off and it can’t be kept long
Lock the door, no apologies
the blue boy screamed, “There’s no bread in the breadbox!”
God-damn history, all the sugar comes from slaves anyway
“Whose mess is this?!”
need to get my shit together

(a great mind)
absolutely; a precise position, if it is within a frame
Rare earth element
When the heat of my mind
was enough to keep us warm
beneath the clear sky,
melted gems
What are the roots that hold?
(can’t even remember the word to be kept) no longer

No matter the cost?
No matter the cost.
like some ancient god
time-displaced regeneration device from an apocalyptic future

people are hearing,
ask me for help, don’t go to the doctor
you grew it all out
you grew all out, came into it, gripping me
so tight held in the museum
both hands holding, we were going to part, for some time
not by any real choice, merely necessary,
with all my hair on top of your head, on top of your hair, you grew it all out
look hard for a reason

mated for life, Spring opens the game
we surround the whole thing with flowers, the whole continent.
tiger tongue, tiger tongue,
see her reflected in his glasses,
golden bird lands in the middle of a bouquet

Saturday, August 25, 2012

There are Three Around the Fire

introduction:


not enough, never enough never be enough
out in the back, alone
an excuse and a stage. a throne,
Could be tucked ‘neath the wing, the last meal
of blood left there in the square
always just now awakening (I am naked before you as I have ever been.)

start:
There are three around the fire, a triangle, evenly spaced

She is looking into a hole
She has slowly been digging the hole
Two handfuls each day, until now
Or she found this very deep hole
she keeps looking into it
Reaching a hand into the hole
She is trying to find something there.
It is a form of divination

Reenacted the coagulation of stone birth
The ghost turned on that light (this memory recalled afterward)
Darker horse arrives

Very deep joke
Atone, atoning,
Forgiveness, forgiving,
Justice,

Bestiary of lizards, screech-owls, serpents, bats, speckled frogs & toads, lithe foxes, ragged dogs,
Holding high revel, Dionysian
Bacchanalian,
Blood red pleasure, dancing
Those who can
Sing
Glory
Rose and (lonely) Fennel blossoming

Some thing ought to be concealed as to be invisible) or done without
mysterious architecture, continuous world, nonetheless
Statues tumbled from their niches
Last light of day at the great exhibitions of the world
("how many times each day do these people walk up and down, up and down, this street?"
"she was always trying to fatten up her sister so that she might remain the thin one, the skinny sister.")
a blonde girl, hit with a rock
Swore she would never let them into her secret hideout ever again

Her obscure reference was missed by her mother, appreciated by distant stranger.
In the background of continuity

Giant creatures
Teeth of gold
Singing for her on one side
a bedlam of prayers
If deities are listening they are deafened by the noise
"And it was nothing of all this."
obscure regret?
curious panoramas?
nourishing obsession?
denser revisions?
complex charisma?
permanent depletion?
Dust (gray) upon scarlet (red)
Suddenly becoming more difficult to find
Worshipping lost electricity
"The answer in new religions, we must take care of each other. We can awaken at any time."
Drought and
earthquakes!
this area may become the new tropics, tropical jungles
Tropical virgin princess(es)
Move toward the lakes and rivers
Liberate the reservoirs
No more dams. All rivers blessed with freedom
("I am afraid for the women. Afraid for my friends, especially the women. Wayfaring and far from the well." - Goethe)
"He didn't trust me. I could tell. "
Circumstantial reality, "Where are the blueprints?"

Not holding
Together. rather
Giving everything away
"Attuned to the fate of the aura, she says, dreams are part of concrete experience, tangible and near."
No blue distance, witnessing the green ray


dust on blood
She walked through, carrying her clean white dress aloft
Shadowed spinal column,
Prehensile, remaining quiet

No record, at all, of our greatest achievements
Our Penultimate gift
The minds of the future generations
They never failed to amaze and entertain

for travel and mathematics,
both because and with (the wherewithal) without duration and with supreme duration
"How to build a UFO"
If one wanted to
Those schematics are long out-of-date


Eating poison to avoid cannibalism
(being cannibalized)
Brutal disintegration (and sleeplessness, always alarms, sirens) stabbing
It should come as no surprise
Decomposition, forensics
Dust at the Oceans bottom
Last breath of tradition, the owls' talons
Shattered moments, frenzy of multiplication, replication
nano, opaque shadows

Straining for air
Mother, "Why?"
Impossible totality (any and all impossibility)
"There are just some things you don't do..."

They are not fighting, bombs continue to reign down upon their heads despite in spite
Bizarre
Black pyramid stones, (savage) crystal skulls;
The storm grows stronger the farther it leaves paradise behind.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

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."