07062011-t / 25th

Between the Sun and the strong, Godspeed
Pestilential miasma, a bell covered entirely or possibly made from fishscales coiled, ravaged gathered,
(a darker she, she carrying necronomicon and grimoire, threnody and graystone into smoky disappearance of bane and unforgiving any of the wrongs of this world.
This world and the next.)
Barren warmth, who had arrived was unknown
Conceived or convinced or deceived or received (not yet though) Alone, can be found in the foreground
Liminal Hero of liminal conflicts, symbolic relevance, in scale with trees, Onthe main axis of entry, undeniable if unforeseeable, unforeseen and unobserved,  to avoid encroachment on the reality at hand, before crucified,
"Get you another beer, Youngblood," from the backroom, where the freedom lies, milky and vespine
Half holding his breath in the gloom that glows faintly
Moths crossing the mouth of the flame

"whoever heard of a newspaper with no date!?" he said, tearing in haLf the sheets.
A plague of incomprehensible events; he could put none of their parts together, he could put no part of it together,
A flood fell, falling
"blue blue blue" andthen outraged sky, vailing his weapon, going every day.
"I don't dine at the King's table..." he finally replied
Sprawling mica constellations
On the hardwood, worm-writ
"There's going to be misery, a history exhaustively researched remaining far from complete."
Aims to faithfully replicate the original, yet is at best a lackluster semblance, shorter and duller than the original
Great Divide, never letdown, the passage of time making possible
the goal of conquering illusion, the corpse that never (& cannot) rots
It stood for many years, one is prowling (stalking) and one is defiant
lithe beeline, never asking why...
Wishing all on to a worse Hell yet

Since they sat in darkness there was not even the drone of swarming insects.

She hadn't learned yet, or yet learned how to look invisibly, "yes, secretly, as we speak." she said, making it obvious to all within earshot
Trying to give him the same medicines she had wanted to give her father and which were appropriate for the latter and anathema to the former.
"to not fail when they try, eternally, their considerations are warped, they don't even know what is important, life sustaining, survival, ..."

The wild horse still runs,
over microscopic precious metals, possessed through flood or magnetism or satellites or "act of god"
An assurance about the knot and the dagger
A bitter curse hurled at the sanitation here, sanitization and the poisonous blight elsewhere.
told em all to go to hell he never done it
Inthe grandfather of time, a ballad transpired here, some love gone wrong,
Older dawns and nothing will ever be as it Was. No news is good.
Gone from these days none knew where.

A blurry Atlantis from the corner of her eye
A quaking egg, the third zygote dividing itself into oblivions, in the insects' shadows.
Salvaged from the weathers, and the graveyard downriver. to the subtle obsession
And uniqueness, ran darkly down, patinaed scars
He lowered the stone with care.

(cornucopia placed and same thus admired, "brown gray alabaster," bone-colored)
Dedication ceremony in honor of...
The core of the Earth sucking their bones and turning & turning without oil...unfathomable impetus,
On the mating habits, inverted in silver shown, shiny tombstone teeth, a longdrink down his dark throat.
Old dead revelers reminiscing in the night.
...float over the cold gray void like transient artifacts from an arctic dream...
He brimmed the cup with cream, revolver
(anorexic)
He came upon the bones ofa horse
I'm sorry eye was too late, and the monster and the black stage, eye cried
Sun to sun across oblique hemispheres forever,
"the same where it was last year," she said 'neath the monoliths

24th

Inevitably into the sky
hid the vessel, between, and everything changed color, opening, opened outward, awakening & salivating. Singing without limits. And there were no limits to anything.
"you're not god or a monster"" the Shaman taunted
They stood, wandering
"I'll burn your goddamn house down!"

the green lasted long through until near august, before even a year had passed they claimed to know, but no flag could be plantedthere,
The young man planned in the dark, deep red designs, and from beneath the root, nothing light about him or them
She understood the basics, and from there the immeasurable, she came here too,
"don't speak, put your head on my shoulder
Worry, fireworks goingoff allover the planet, effecting the weather, the clouds and precipitation, kerosene heaters, even in California, grabbing a hummingbird out of the honey.
Astronomical and cosmic conditions incorporated into them,

Minus more a few inches, shaken in the fever and the glow
Pulled tightly, rhythmically and flush to the curve. Aside the stretch
Nothing to cover the legs ennobled by the Sun
The breeze moves her bright hair all the waydown the valley, a very special river
Deeply withinto the black water
The raging seas will always sleep, even in the rain, for a century or more, standing in the dark deep black
Shrieking across the firework phenomenon, she told him how close he was, and how to remedy, when astray
The dog was not to return
where it could continue, they entered momentarily, then out again from the abandoned structure, snake's spine
Through the long street, ever-present, long enough to always be there, moving fast enough to never gather dust, later this serpent will meet the unmovable stone...
Unsurpassed and unrivaled, occupying all the western miles

bestowed and gifted, insofar as was ever possible to form a sphere in the square
By reaching her hand through and letting herself out, having not met him when he first came, or the second,
exhale while watching time, minimum of five minutes
Beyond (the woman woman watched twice, traveling south then traveling north, "nobody saw the things we do") ...slept in a tent beside the work, running messages hoMe
Oasis zones bordering, there were no boundaries to time...
Damp walls and tectonic shifts, warbling of the background, "it would be great to get aid of different ethnic groups, different races and ladders, roots of Teeth and shards"
Opened and deepened with understanding, obsidian cloud don't watch it too close, up close, the gate is guarded! "dont forget."
how was the valley then?
Hand in the thick dust, "she ever births and ever destroys," in totality said the hand in the dust, "Time and space fall abandoned!"
Street preachers reporting from beyond the pale,
Then ascends above her head but herfingers remain in knots beneath it, And the moonMoon above all of that even
"flesh all amesh"
"Do the signs of the End Times become more & more obscure? More complex and specific? More personalized and symbolic? Esoteric or less? Violent and vicious and appropriate to the sin?"
She replied in haste, " May or October dr.?" with the black wolf at the backdoor and the luminous kite in the night sky...

Who was it that reminded them of everyone? The water that exists in milk
He kept on forgetting, and consequently remembering the
Immemorial
He carried a sword,
A golden window, dawn, trampled upon arrival

b.
The separation of observation from preconception, not the mirror or the hologram, a pack of wolves rather, with all of you in their mouths, opened toward the sun
a cure for what ails ya, even the strangers, even in haste and disregard
The mother made him who she had to be.
a draGon killer who had dreamed if sainthood, unfound, even now, suspicious of the colosseum his hands flexed, she was fantasizing
She learned not to look again, even if looked and even if banners waving, flickering in a strong wind

Hands clasped in shelter, measurement of the arch,
"man's dream is civilization & gods dream of wildness and what of women's dreams?"
"neither can know"
Defeated by his dog, barking intohis ear
One then the other, with force
The change she knew must come sometime
Unfastened, "would you like some?"

The yarn had looked better as yarn than it had as a scarf, wrapped
Wrapped around to conceal, a vital organ carried in a handkerchief
Ore (metal silver iron steel copper gold platinum titanium lead...)
Surrounded by a tree-tall forest of enemies, "suddenly I noticed it wasn't Spring anymore."
At night in the dark dressed all in black

05022011 (t)

Spat into copper vessel
Poor man in love with the world
Free food
his cheeks were red, but no one accused
"it was his eyes
That were red"
Nothing to be accused of, no guilt, no attempt to prophesy therefrom either, even if wrapped
In bright and colorful papers
wobbling in knots, Confused in reference to
Even what might be of benefit to you.
Many tasks leAve no choice, difficulties no time
The openings revealed the most about, and thus itwae there where it was brought in andreleased. Sanctity kept or refuge abandoned, hovering at the edges
"you'll do almost anything."
"He looked vulnerable...then. He looked vulnerable to me. And I told myself it was only because he was going to sleep, that we all look that way then."


Eaten for him in his honor
Found the oldest daughter down by the river swimmin' with the Catfish in the mud
"Build the church to burn."
Thank you kindly
In front if me, offering. I see it open,
Beargrass and resonating strings approach from far off
Far off animation relaxes eyes to glittering Valhallas of the great west, "onward then!"
but what now
Saint of horror trying to make good down on jaybird street
She returned just three years ago
A lizard or a bird? "as a lizard or a bird?
Serpent or snake?"
Not so much an argument as a declaration
The king in the corner, the interlopers were trespassers, ejected from the castle
Street action or universals (he remembered the protests)
"The problem is epistemological not political, but a problem it remains."
"...but who can know? It had been made for that moment...and not for a time when one might think: This is how it was."

eye
Punctuations accompany us
No train station in this town,
She watched a framed picture of a nuclear explosion, mushroom cloud and all
In an unknown and undisclosed location
for a long time on the sitting room wall
"I return with the greatest discovery
Concert zero, disgusted by the third war
Overlaid by a quarter-century
Chorus "Here i am deadman love me!"
How deep and of what depth
often descending she would explain, untethered, all her hair sheared, to the scalp, a prize
Fresh salt and particles of minerals, nutritious fragments of fermented history, history teaches
Lion's claw
Less the number of hours in the week

The old man's skin was falling off,
Kept his arms folded, across across stoMach and chest
so the boy put uneven jagged edged squares in his scrapbook
(need food
Good food.)
Hammer
Placed upon the shelf
Take it down, take it down
lifted first, threshold of imperceptible but not dragged across the soft wood, claws
"I applaud the universe if we are to be destroyed"
the scrapbook was burned, the decades of newspapers, print media, in immense mouthfuls
However it was laid out, zig-zag
to bite a perfect, or ideal(ized) and leave
A sharp octagon
Seductive sphinx, salivating in the luxury and success, "you must remain ever-vigilant..."
"the world is always proving it"
"Or your good fat meat will be gone, reserves"
wilder rumors began, ugly on purpose
Thanks to the previous abuses, she passed out in the bed with himthere, she had done it many times before
Before he lived there she had fumbled into that room, the short door and pointed ceiling she could find it in the dark an she spun
He wouldn't sleep on the floor
Not when he was alreaDy in his own bed, not his fault despite blame from the breeze
This was a thunderstorm at night entering, he could sleep through it
Many assume that many have had, and this is truer of him than the storm, and truer of the storm than the sphinx, "though I'm not as certain of the latter, I'd rather not mis-speak"

Miss speak, to sweet eve, the calendar
the battery, one-hundred pounds
Carried, up the ladder
at the northern end it was no longer visible,
"move the museum, remove all it's walls, Museum without walls. Even if one went Out to see it, all the way out. The lake had swallowed it."
As she would everything.

law of
chorus "Here i am wild man love me!"
And then loved in circulation, oxygen
She arrived with melody and drugs, careening
Don't worry after where her neck is or is not, orthogonal
There is one person who hopes, in the sanctuary, the sword left at the door, wooden arch, keystone
We need to leave right after, inadvertently tonight, "What I was watching, I think, was that hesitancy you find in people, even yourself, before any huge difficult task, provided the task itself allows for it."
Made absolute by the impending Flood
"they are incapable of reproducing or depicting any aspect of a past or future.."

04122011 (t)

together, 
a monstrous sexual imagination, gone wild
can it be seen through?
Thoroughly seen 
It comes after pictures emerged showing overheating fuel rods exposed to the elements through a huge hole in the wall of a reactor building at the destroyed blank nuclear plant.
the bush beneath the lace
flowers even behind glass, the glass castle
neon orange sunrise arrives, “…dark space instead of light space?”
many infinities, divided infinities, spontaneous fragments
on the cosmic stage human and virus engage in universal conflict
“Human free will acts out in ways that cybernetics cannot anticipate, predict or comprehend.”


ultimate monumentality, in the rain,
young white horse
in a pretty flowered field
sun blindness arrives, from an earthquake, thank god(s)
the most spectacular success phenomenon
in an airplane, in an airplane, with an airplane,
out of the blackhole
within
“He still could be dangerous.”

nuclear ocean prayer & interstices
a more discursive infection, knotted organs, going up and down the church wall
outside to the roof,
“…assuming anything goes, dispersed fields, everything is true, a lot of actors, and floating ideologies. Can one pretend that the master narratives are gone?”
he continued,
“there remain various latitudes, underground passageways, to interrupt events, burn the newspaper, save themselves (if they’re lucky).
they learn to maximize independence and frustrate control…”
you put the science fiction world fantasized projected
frightening or utopian
extrapolates, fright, out of reach within grasp
fear of the future, the mad scientist
he’s unleashing unanticipatable dramas and forces he cannot control
the great fear and hope, the great hope and fear
from the mouth of
The rebel that sanctifies extant freedoms.

Primitive twilight
Primitive memories, primitive energies
Sleeping owl death moon
A waterfall through the city
Eggs in the bed and a wall covered with butterflies
Ascent of the cosmic serpent into death, then memory, unsuccessful mnemonic devices, all of them are after so many years and fascists.

Everyone is speculating, "this is complicated" in turn
Are there three reasons or five or
is your mother still proud? Still burnin'?

The king was thrown from the top of his castle
Then the castle was no one's Nobody the castle fell abandoned as the king had fallen to his death, they all left. A mythic feat
"with the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love, lord above..."
The words won't fit the facts, the language, the political terminology, the implied references are not proportionate to the ideas exemplified by the artifacts or the presumed intent
Anger appears amidst imperfection
There are ants all over the gun
A twilight show of primitive energies
A primitive show of twilight energies

"of course I won't tell you where I got it from. As far as you go I don't know what the hell you're talking about. You'll know nothing about me save that I hate you."

howling entrance
"destroy what destroys you"
"I never was aware of any other option but to question everything."