Friday, August 22, 2014

Girl in the Purple Dress

I find you in my bed
at night

dreaming

follow you
my arm tight
around
your
waist

maybe sometimes
words between
us are lost

you hare eyes like
opaque pools
of super novas

depthless

your legs are silk
thoughts
cool rivers
edge

your body against
mine is
my body

when you're not
looking I reach out
to
you

there is more I want to
say
in my
hands pulling back

there are memories
beyond my
memories

foolish little words
that aren't enough

Standing

Three days ago
                          there were whispers

many boulders
                           fall through time

often you'll catch them
                                      as feathers

in the corners
                        of your eye.

two days ago
                       you disappeared

along with the rest
                               of the human race

sucked through galactic straws
                                                at the very edge of time.

Yesterday I stood alone
                                       reaching into the void

all that's left now
                           stardust and empty seashells

echos of voices
                          faint sense of seeing eyes.

today I am nothing
                               but thick dark sky

fading comets
                       dying embers of universe

the final learned things
                                     shattered stone.

Some thing New

cut the tape
at the inch line
5.3 it is
weary wet weary
muggy buggy
balmy outside
windows fogged
so's it's guessing
on summer betting
on same ol' same
ol' sleek metal horns
and blue ribbon
shells falling robins
streak into sky
muster roll call taps

sequential images:

blackness
now dotted gray
a hammer
on the floor
a hand reaching
one touch
man or god
man dragging hold
a house
zooming up
shingles grayed and fading
gray eyes
sad gray eyes
raising hammer
sound explosion words
SMASH

music creeping in
sad torrent sound
but something else
sadder or just is
in is-ness of is-ing
or be-ing
a
re-spoil re-cut
effortlessly
now old is new
roles reversed

SMASH
sound explosion words
hand lifting hammer
happy blue eyes
blue syes
shingles new and gleaming
child lagging behind
boy or father
gentle touch
a hand reaching
to the floor
a hammer
now rusted gray
colorless

somewhere new.

Rejection Edits

I'm a stampede
of constant edits
on sentence won't
hold for my wrath
more black smooth
words hit floor
become red
bleed and disappear
forever
I am a guilty
executioner,
I ignore my mother
family friends
left in the dust of
history with only
words and burning
paper around me

I am cloaked in
half-dead dreams

I gasp for
air

asking,

"What is left to give?"

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Perhaps nobody is asking the right questions

this piece
of paper is
a tombstone
these words
are dead
slid onto screen
and pulsing
artificial light,

INTERSTELLER BROADCAST
INCOMING

no one reads it
printed in code
on old derelict
telegraph machines
at the end of time
bottomless ocean

REPEAT STOP REPEAT

Allow me to take you
                                  into the future

FREE FROM ALL THAT WIRING

--was a cryptic message--
how would we read into it?
              --END--

without borders
breaking margins

10x6
x11x8.5

THESE SYMBOLS
ARE SYMBOLS
NO LONGER MATTER
STOP

tapping on dead ears

what comes first?

teletype or telephone
telestrator tele-creator

so sure the images are sure
beaming off Jupiter
filmed on some Galactic stage

Allow me to take you
                                  into the past

wheel remains in static lock
you span universal time
life is set of dotted lines

FEED INTO THE MACHINE
STOP DO NOT REPEAT DO

last line of cable break
bronze age truth and taps

~the music plays~

power is a broken green
circle

you are the broken line

Starmaps

She's borne 
                        of
                        starlight
come 
to 
fill in all

             the gaps

strange sounds
heard
                      out
                      windows
in 
the 
too
cool
summer
night

a growing 
problem in the strain
between emergent 
worlds
                     very soon
                     she'll ask a 
                     question
what 
will 
your 
answer 
be?

I am chosen silence

words
on
page
                    I hope
                    very much
                    to be included
                    in your next book

whenever/
whoever 
they/I may need
to be

caulk on 
concrete walls
thick gray smells
banshee wails

it's all in images
formed into words
it's all gods
dying at once

                   she goes--

                   and it sounds--

                   sometimes 

                   like--

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

No One Suspects

Each morning
I slip into myself,
down beneath the
fragile pink skin
where I find pulsing
blue veins warm
and sinewy, muccus
smells and musty
aching flesh, muscle
membrane, thick
oozing blood, stench
like iron and sweat,
each morning I
operate the periscope
eyes, hit ignition,
watch myself go,
I am disembodied
moving within,
sounds and voices
are muffled and funneled
through listening devices
positioned on the head,
I turn toward BANG
and CRASH and
SIZZLE I pass all
the time each morning
move about through
the air and water world
protected, offer the
standard response, wait
and repeat, I cover my
scratches in gold and
fabric, touch sensors
dilineate smooth and
rough and silk, legs
arch and bend and turn,
each morning I
pilot this hulking mass
falling into itself
crushing meat and bone,
consume the capsules
of other souls, shifting
eyes, I speak in code
seeking others like myself.

Heaven means

There is a secret
stair in my grandfather's
closet one tucked away
behind his clothes
I think maybe he didn't
even know about it,
mainly, because it seems
accessible only in dreams.

I walk up those
steps some nights, having
parted his slacks and
jackets, air getting thin,
sight diminishing,
brain suffocating,
but I never make it
to the top.

I believe it leads
to the roof, or
some other equally
magical place.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Worthwhile

You type
what comes first,
then you print
labels, pull those out
of printer smelling of
heated glue and paper,
smelling like newspapers
and running belts and wheels,
smelling like childhood memories
you can't quite recapture
with the smell gone so
suddenly leaving.
Afterwards you remove
labels, place on folders
and stamp times new roman
red letters once
for stampings sake.
Place the folder
in it's categorized,
alphabetized place
between other folders
placed in their
categorized,
alphabetized place.
Then you leave it
alone, knowing
that you may
never go back to it,
knowing, maybe,
it's possible that
no one else ever will,
knowing that this folder
will outlast you,
and your children,
and your children's children,
knowing that what is in
that folder is less than
worthless,
knowing that all of
your effort is meaningless,
knowing that eventually
everything but those
folders will die.

Idiot

I felt a merge
dimensional shift

watch you can
see myself
take the glass
ease a sip

but I am one
head tumbling
forward in time
left back
leaving
himself on
my own

my seed takes
its place in
parricidal agonizing
necessity or it
is nothing--but is it, and
can it be nothing?--
a wonder of the spacial
age, consequential
tumescence and
Asexual breeding,

we have the perfect boy

he is a time machine
quatum spermal generator
he stretches

big bang to entropy

has seen ever toilet
in the galaxy

is a right shithead
and genius of the stars

I am the beginning and
end of line
a lifetime dreamstate
functioning on borrowed
mass--

stand at edge
3 D space
laid out kulling wind
lead shift into place
eyes rewind click
clack click snap

moving again now
one minute one second
at perfect intervals
he tries to remember
what it was like
watches clocks
without hands.

Monday, August 18, 2014

So Hot You Won't Find Her in the Same Place Twice

rusty lock on
swinging gate
gray sand old
time photo of squinting
cowboy gun rasied--
BANG--thumbs in
belt hook
spits tobacco on
memory I haven't
even been born
yet and he's gone
and buried himself--
six feet of dirt--in
the ground,

she winks through
glass hued glass
transparently as I
pass--

the slug catches me
in the chest

blood and gore--

I'm clutching my
insides

all out bleeding out

no breath,

she lights a candle
blows out the match

red lipstick kiss

the curtain falls
like the sun sets
like my eyes shut

like the wind
ever goes--

The Seventh Ring of Hell is a Tough Act to Follow

Class starts on
adult time
clouds wander
past window
dressing
chin-on-elbow
there's dreary
professor at head
of porcelain desked
aisle murmur of students
didactic voices
pedantic lies [wait
a [sic] second]
starting over
like pull-chain-on-
lawnmower
drilling scheduled--

now listen up
front row,

now fall back
silent,

swaying professor
sways right to left
bites apple on chalk
board SCRATCH

felt image in brain

nails like peeling
off--

this was a dream
like I had sailing
in mother's
womb

this was all
I remembered.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Word Wrap Ruby

like children
play with words
teal red purple
words eek and
dribble on white
off-white scratch
paper who and how
whole all while with
writ howling ever
after into distant
vistas far away
expanse fields
gray maroon melt
under foreign star
no claim like sun
star seer setting
somehow at sunset
on ancient unknown
planetoid, how many
of our earth days gone?
not many and years aren't
translated correctly
there's decimal point
differences unmatched
in Poor Richard's almanac
book on white rapids
twist turn and tear
and fall fall like
spinning spinwheel jenny
gettin' there, going where
restless restless whining
drunk and hollow
ruby like thought through
a wine glass colors
the world.

Ferry Boat

Ferry boat
white caps
tiny snails
borne upside-
down on
brown waves
thick slushy
Potomac current
drift wood
sink hands
torture eyes
green banks
twist trees
Ferry boat
weave wobble
horn honk
whistle blow
sun bakes
tan skin
summer day
ebb flow
and wake
Ferry boat

Monday, August 11, 2014

Ladders

Aross another
step
       'cross
                  the
Bridge
Bridge another
life
      quietly
                  leaps
falling
down ever
ever
       knowing
                    this
end
and going
with
       nothing
                   lost
harmony
sweet sounds
splash
          feel
                 icy
waters
deep breathes
sink
       letting
                  go
acceptance
Across another
plane
         body
                  decay
temporary
leaving sunlight
tree
      animal
                  grass
sky
circle completes