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SOUL INSIDE SPACE-TIME

Why did you leave me naked in this cold wasteland?
You were gone for light years so go away go away

But don’t leave me alone i cannot take this
my body has grown small in singularity

i am a Soul inside time-space

you are like a molecule and i a leaf
i have spread my fragrance through every apple and every bloom

We were in love with Paris
We were in love with Bluebeard
We are so close but dilated by light

And now We are dead in form

We were in love with the moonlight
we were in love with the salty sea
you know how some things stay with us
but not all things

i am a Soul caught in space-time ah!

we were in love with the sun and the moon
i was in love with You but it wasn’t enough

We were in love with the green ground
We were in love with the blue seas
We were in love with the black side
of night

we were so close but now dead
we are dead.

We were in love with every spice
i am in love with You
but it isn’t enough

We are dead
we are dead

we were in love with every flower
life in love with You
but it wasn’t enough

i am in love with every scent
i am in love with you
but it isn’t enough
in love with every sound
in love with every smoke

but caught in a terrible space-time web
of life and thoughts fighting myself away.

:: 05.26.2021 ::


WHEN THE SKY CAME DOWN

WHEN the sky came down // when the wind left and the
oceans drained \ when the righteous sang, “by god.”
WE saw the creatures of life running to and fro
and saw how the machine held our hearts and eyes —
in chains.

When the sky came down.
when the night wept,
when the eyes of all creatures cried:
they hid from a perfect storm.

Everyone ran fron the wars and left the
desloation of Nations — when the purple
color and red became day when love screamed
we cried…for a god that never came.

Now, afterward we live life in the drifting horror
of dust and sand.

From the cruelty that defines
the small mouths of what humans are: let it be known
when the sky came down when the sun went away
and the Earth screamed and those who claimed
in God’s name he’ll save our skin; the light
burned our sight and killed our kin.

When the sky came down/ when the sun went dark\
and the universe wept and the righteous sang
to a dead god — we survived. Again.

:: 10.11.2020 ::


ANGOSTURA BITTERS — NO SUN NO LIGHT

i can stir you with a swizzle stick     //make a thin neck break: make you
a Manhattan that takes you to Jupiter now \   through the heart rye or Canadian whisky and red vermouth :: we travel the stars buying all the real estate like a bloody Mary and turn your coals into ice or make your spine climb up your back — Maraschino cherry
(swizzle stick) a truce for life up in my room and pull
the world from under you /analyze any faith through the brain
with no antidote — we all know blow-back sometimes for a thrill
but nothings like Earth’s air (we are searching for a place
like Earth to ruin again) light years to go.

Bought a planet called HD 209458 b (nickname “Osiris”)
all they wanted was a few beads and an axe called the “lady.”
reminded me of my ancestors and Chicago.  Now I am soiled by
soul; interplanetary officers joke and say, “he would sell
his mother if she was a rock.”
  So now i set my sights on a region called Empty God.
No planets, stars, or gases.  
  Under my console i keep an ancient alien document
no one knows of — therein lies the mercy of God.
After thrusters here i go.

:: 10.10.2020 ::


AGGRESSION

first the sun then the planets
then the Earth and of course
the dead dinosaurs we forget
to remember:

     i remember when i met you
millions of years ago when our
substance reached Earth;  its
within the memory of all DNA
  \shhh….secret!/  i love to
titillate powers of AGGRESSION–
     it is my Nature.

:: 07.31.2020 >: 


I AM HUMAN I AM MACHINE

    i   am    human
i am  machine
    i am biologically
INSANE___
   i    can  dance now
watch my dance:
    between
   00000000’s & t h o s e
11111111’s
    —-i can flip over
superpositions & hear my
girlfriends moan & some-
times Scream___.
   i am  human
i am machine
   i am biologically
 sane #

:: 06.30.2020 ::


THE Will-Be WAS

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 ::


THE QUIET ASSAULT

IT was a quiet assault like a brain pinprick;
when they came.

A void without emotion, feeling and humanity.
INTO MY MIND and SOUL.

Like a brain freeze and the ugly grimace
while wishing it to quit. But more. Severe.

LIKE trillions of bugs eating my mind
; a billion crashing waves ebbing away
the shore of my humanity!

THEN IT WAS DONE.

I wrote to Margaret Bourke-White, a photographer
who wrote and photographed WAR in the 1930s
although now dead but not then as I am not dead
here but will be-was.

Within a Multi-verse there are an infinite
number of parallel worlds and an infinite number
of you’s and me’s.
Each multi-verse self-contained; some without
me’s and you’s; some with us all and some
cocoon universes without anything.

LIKE MY MIND at this moment.

But, not now; ‘they’ come from everything.
Insidious and hungry for light.

:: 01-14-2018 ::


EVERY POINT OVERLAPPING EVERY POINT

AND the pot of gold was resting
there by the  contraption of another world
so baby cry, cry, cry and are we old enough
as a world to know baby
  we can cry and laugh holding
planets and stars within our hands
  yes, we are old enough my smiling
baby Jesus’ with a message at the
train station of life and death.
Especially the voices of crying
children who remember to know better
so cry baby we all try to hold on
to the future of our best wishes
and mostly we’re all programmed
by that way-station on the other side;
our hands holding unknown things
our minds almost remembering them
historical amnesia is our diagnosis
so baby cry
            so baby try
                        so my oh my
greed is an infection
muted voices a reflection
and all the tears like metal
the smell of static like space
lost astronauts in twisted steel
and the pot of gold resting there
by the contraption of another world
making my mind scream.
:: 09-28-2017 ::

WHAT FUTURE TOMORROWS

There past the before of today the heart and soul tenderly aches
for the simpler times
of bygone era
where feet once were
to horseback and hoof
as wheels to silver steel wings
— travel much a quickeroo
but less to see!
months to weeks
from days to minutes
dizzy-spinning mind in me!
What future tomorrows
shall less sanity bring
where wings away fall
to conquer nature’s pull
blink-less stellar travel
and time-river reversal!
Such command and power
— but we lose it all,
human-less are we
a mere reflection
of what was-be
such horrid tragedy!

:: ~~ ::


A MAN AND HIS MACHINE

EACH step a decade
each sight a century
inside my machinery
i watch the world
go by | bye
all i ever knew
into a stew
of light and
dizzyingly time
lessly struggles
i see a snail trace
as bolt of lightning!
a fetus flowered into
an elder
and the sun grew blue
as the skies melted –too
and some THING moved
not of flesh or born
by birth –>a new
someWHAT-thing beyond
imagination
as the clock ticked-
tocked a year of
255093 AD says the
last human!

:: 08-01-2015 ::