Within the tapestry of life
goes the Mind:
the rest of flesh and bone
remain cat-like;
a sleeping prostitute
of time.
And within heaven all of the
interesting people are missing,
or so says Nietzsche.
But within hell most everyone
says the intersection of Canal
& Mott Streets in Manhattan are
a killer.
And a chorus of drunks fooled
by numbness and unencumbered
by care drown out the naked lunch
of fear and rejection.
That’s the mind singing, you
know.
So few sensuous souls and
so many meaty mannequins!
:: 04-07-2018 ::
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I have become the exiled
in sleep i have become
not the disappeared
but one who shrinks into
a height of awareness.
An awareness as sharp as
fractured obsidian.
And within the silky-touch
moments of suffering inner
journeys my soul rejects
all coherent reason –
leave!
Exiled consciousness slips
from subjectivity into a
gaping eternal void
of abstract form; The First
Land where numbers, thoughts,
and intangibles are born
and return to rest when over-
used.
And tonight as in all previous
nights it is sleep which has
exiled me from body.
To shrink into pure consciousness.
Freedom.
:: 04-02-2018 ::
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A tongue like Excalibur melts into mythically steeled words
and ends up tearing hearts with all its magical properties.
Then the universe collapses into a final ending with nothing
left but the, “no thing.” It continues to breath and all words
move forward as zombied penguins with many semicolons standing
whimsically awaiting the next coherent thought.
And the deep dreamer asks, “So let me get this straight Jack”
to the Police Doctor on hand. “You want me to take my pencil
and right every wrong for those patients in the mechanical
ward of broken minds?” Just then a portal opens at the foot
of the deep dreamer’s mouth and the little blue clothed
munchkins drag him out of the ward and into a bread truck
and say, “You’re coming with us to settle a bet.”
The bread smells a wonderful Jesus-like body but there’s
no blood-wine to go with the screams.
:: 03-10-2018 ::
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It’s a sun-drenched thought
riding in a dream like me
in the backseat of a
Buick rumble seat
We love our kicks
it’s our treat
being crazy ain’t enough
unless your tough
we love our kicks
There’s a question
on the plastic streets
one that drives me hazy
am I or the others crazy?
We gobblefunk in the trunk
licking the razor’s edge
all in the backseat of my
Buick rumble seat
And we lust for our kicks
a psychedelic moment
in a psychiatric ward
where the monkeys smoke
it ain’t no joke
We lust for our kicks
:: 02-12-2018 ::
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THE opening to the mouth cave
is a jungle skyscraper
of enameled wild beasts
that eats upon a human power
of intense fragility – a feast.
//\\a devil’s cloven
DownSHOULD
B. stop || hoof while
(should i stop)? risen vampires
by the golden blood of fallen
Angels \\// UPSHOULD b. go ||
flutterby wings.
IS IMPONDERABLY DECADENT
:: 02-11-2018 ::
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My feet
dangling by the mind’s edge
such splendor and sadness
as the tears of my madness
break away from a night’s
prosperity
And sink
within the cave bone
of millions who have lost
their souls and minds
A severity hotter than
the boiling sun
is this place where
there is no love
:: 02-11-2018 ::
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will-be was
always driving
the nail
into the wood
crashing light into
the void
less voice
you’ve always got
to do what they say
And no one’s going
to give it away
they’re always making
it hard for everyone
even today breaking it
will-be was
always striving
when your head’s
within the ground
always making it
and they’re taking it
so no need to keep on
faking it
They’re going to take it
They’re going to break it
Even when you’re dead
Even when you’re gone
So no need to fake it
As it’s always
it’s always
the will-be was
:: 02-11-2018 ::
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Into the splendor
of the day’s sunlight
Into the tender fray
of love’s sight
I kiss you
I kiss you
I kiss you
We wander along
together ~
singing our song
So much stronger
falling in love
while dancing
to birdsong
And I don’t care
what the day may bring
as long as the bird’s
sing and the moon
brings me to you
I’ll always take
~ a chance
I’ll always sigh
~ a little sigh
while stealing
a little kiss
from my Love
While dancing with
my love within the
dreamy moonlight
And singing along
with the birdsong
all night long
:: 02-08-2018 ::
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Oh, Lovely
my lovely
gentle light
across the vastness
i can see
all of you
All my eyes can see
And all my heart
can feel of you
Mu cephei!
Mu cephei!
Across the vastness
of this universe
Watching all the
sparkling rays falling
Speechless for you
Greater than a cow
that jumps across the moon
moo, see? Free eyes!
Mu cephei
Mu cephei
All lost
within you
All lost
within me
And Such beauty
all of you
My Mu Cephei
:: 02-06-2018 ::
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THE home a zero mark
laughs and cries
between thoughts
so i held a line
surviving to meet you
Time pasts as pawns
across a board of blood
to meet you
And how people grow up
i am surprised so much
That you do not need me
As a storm grew within
your crystal eyes
And a bed of nails —
waiting without you.
All without you.
i see through a storm
wanting and waiting
for more all without you
— if i can live without
you i cannot love
all without you oh oh
no one lives __
Oh ah oh oh ah oh
oh ah oooh all with out you
living without you
i give my angel my trust
i give my life to all
i give my love to you
And you take it all away
And you take it with you
And you take me with you
All unto the snow and ice
All unto the world of cold
All unto the underneath
of the greatest warmth
and all my world’s pain
twisting as a thorn
within my side.
:: 091-23-2018 ::
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