a transcription of something i recorded when i was very sad.

it seems like such a strange thing
but it really isn't
i've fallen through a wormhole
into potential space
it seems like a strange song
we haven't learned the words
and so we curse and curse
in hopes there's something worse
a reason to bring everything
to connections never found
a reasoning through all of things
procedure good and sound
an echoed moment in time space
brought here to the human race
to arrange a deadly deal
that they would like to steal
one of the prime jewels
from the emporors cabinet
and talking about wars
which they dare not to forget
a reason to bring all things
together now as one
we'll sit them down and talk around
the meaning of the one
and then we know when we just go
pressing into space
another cosmic leader for another human race
so when this is all said and done
and all accountants thrashed
we have a reason to go back
we have it put in trash

midlevel

fragments of a disenchanted faery world
arms hung low to guard the tide,
blood and tears
how simple her plot
hair wound 'round the pedestal,
legs and cloth
a dance
to become

although without anything else
she wouldn't have made it.
not the bayer's sweet call
as he hauled the shipload in

and as eternity bleeds
mortal lives sill can be
something more

in eventuality
care will come to those
who care.
and there will be
some room in there.

where she keeps it hidden
calling rat catchers on their business.

exit 3 0 9

lady goes down on you at work
forms of flesh pauses
worked, empty
dated valid question
missing ancestry hidden simian tone
lady leaves a pink note, elastic
and musical
functioning although
the inside parts don't mean shit...
it's all about converting up to down
the flies near the clock on the wall,
your sitting frame,
a room of blameless unity
how could it be the same?

around the start, before the illusion

programmed linear
shot-put photograph
endless reminders
connected differently
formed blast-space
endless lost embrace
coordinate slave-mate
visual congregate
of all shades from the sides
brilliance spouting out
reaching about
water finds its way,
and we all pause and stay
to find out where it sprays
ranged out in our summer clothes
bedecked, frocked, furnished
draped and pockets deep
mouths dry and teeth clean.

a two part poem in the middle of watching terminator 3

1

forget that he said
as he threw it in reverse
another wasted junktrap
no bottles to empty,
no girls on the highway
lately coming closer
the ending was to meet him
but he had to divorce her.

2

visualise perfect death
that's what he kept
when he left the nest
another line for these dead fools
let's hope we've got this right
because if we're going to be on radio
we've got to walk through, caution-tight

"e pluribus unum"

a subject foe,
matters not
for he isn't free
to choose apart
the noble fool
reasons in school
while although
he doesn't know
he's been cast by flames
he comes from a deep pit
his cancer is spreading
stems from memories
branching ideologies inside it he's
scared

my canteen

Caution never worried me
I've always kept it cool
my cap is off, that
is either
good or bad
formless function,
ending derivative
of your mouth on my lip
caused connection straight down the gullet
you watch when I am empty,
you fill me irregularly.
I wonder, do you always enjoy the last drop

born with rapt attention

formal function, suit your wearer
before you throw him out into even tide
celebration, care, be aware
emptiness abides,
and you, you with the diamonds on
stand there slyly, one hand in a premonition
viable yet sharp and tensed.
caution waits stealthily.
forms of insect death wrapped in choking
velvet illumination hamstrung for your own luck
hung from you, swung so utterly near
coherence bids you well,
my evening flower.
I will say goodbye from here.

**it's been a while i know**

ensconsed

separate the boundary together
the secret is what the step means
strode across in rich robes
you on one side, me on the other
victory is in glimpsing half-light
colored as one would be carrying
empty truths
facilitating electric passage
through tubes lying there on the floor
we dance the electric dance
visionaries of the crystal formed
because or often after, languished
history lesson in a half-life
curtailed continue, rational positive
we exist just to demonstrate
the difference between right and wrong
kissing together alone
in a room time beckoned for us
in a house that we never left
we wash eachother in eternal sunlight
baying boundaries to fact and absolution
indifference and close collection
of all our parts
together they form a map
we are alive, signifying illumination
although nothing can be done
we are trapped by death

ligaments

figure it out. Juxtapose rapid transit
visualize a feeding home,
a keening to those known
rational symposium of equal minded
gluts
controlled conniption, concern
fall together altogether
a system of doubt
doubly bound to and through
visualizing me and you
drawn into codified language
plotted stereotypically
graphed on a linguist's edge
of knowledge and known
unknowns
they don't all fall together
formations of distaste
reuse, refuse, after all
is done. familiarity paints
a clean backdrop. Concern
never eludes us for too long
but if we are to continue at all
remember what the witch mistress
said as we strode out her back door
arms crossed all of us
dead quiet.
and one piercing scream
all at once out of nothing

***thank you for all the lovely comments***

water damage

connecting forms between lines
earthly sent, delivered now,
fragments of our disillusionment
scattered in the street
pop goes here pop goes there
brainstorm static of the clever set
forming dialog for plays that'll never end
joining in on that great show
what a sarcastic prevalence
what a joy in visitation
able-bodied men and women
joined together at the hip
cusp of everything,
brilliance foreshortening an
elastic propensity.

dislocated

fictional travesty on unending depth
causal breach in actuality
death is something fallen into
a quagmire of elastic propensity
new dimensions in size, weight and feel
not to mention deal
in the old way formations never taught us
how to get up and question a new day
formal recourse rigid iron hook stabbing
backwoods health retreat and boutique
the talking birds found a new roost
they're not in that cartoon anymore
something to wake up to;
if you don't think you want to.

sent blissfully

making up dog-old schemata in my head
I stumble through sprayed waste,
visibly dampening,
and building functioning turning burning,
forming shaping the words that are hidden
coded manifesto out of drifts and shifts
of a world asleep, lost without
i step, although nothing is let out
I step careful, indifference cloaks my opinion
my reaching arms guard infinity
braces at the edges, steadies the barricades
clouds form deep tunnels,
trees line in a crowd;
all of their roots coalesce
so that one tip-top perfect
will reach the others
it's going to rain soon.

the same without (would we be)

a flight through visual space
galaxies of dust, tomb and waste
what we lost can not ever come to grace
filling our even-tide
and our separation
feeling the way we move
wouldn't it be necessary,
to follow the same rules
that our bodies
rigor mortis
homage to
hidden logic of a demon god
so preferably obvious,
monstrously demonstrative
of the same metaphors we forget the way of
every bleeding day.

birth board

hidden truths will prevail
curtailed notions we learn to own
rationale we fix to burn
shod through acres of old shit
beliefs on becoming termed rational
smoky depths of our becoming
draughts of our former opinion
pictured need necessitates the differences
we carry home
perception guides us all home
our eyesight map of glorious flickering
cascades of doubt.
emotive imagery lends brilliance
to the facts at hand

finding clean space

historically we've had a reason to believe
that without whatever rational symposium
directed into building
a home for new ancestors
a reign of dynasty compared to absolute truth
in the looking glass
past obscures thought and so is lost in the midst
of the current day heroes and brothers and men
our own crucial look for what we haven't learned
visible changes in growth status and need
bringing us to the fulcrum of obvious truth;
the need to find others where others
have been

outer to inner

hidden in this wood
the only secret we've shared
a long-held sisterhood
my hand dances as I illustrate
the issues in our midst
being careful not to point
being sure of what I joint
ligaments, proposed angles
all these are here, don't you see
we've lived from within
figurative dwelling can be anywhere
our straw-bone shapes;
can't we do it well?

to put it bluntly

she stares with those acetylene eyes
eighties momma, born with a brain
wired for stereo, agile with hand and wrist
push back forth to the limit
vision never made the best of deals
saggy in some overcoming
victimless in others,
she sits docile
in the end row
waiting to see
if she can leave

this is what it is

fictional heresy, carved out of something beautiful
remorse removed, historically debased
as standing matter it's hardly on either side
formant discovery, lost to missives,
in external glow of disaster
the midnight communication
of eager erstwhile doves
thrusting themselves out
to be picked,
simple mary's pantry
regard discarded
left to drown
simple fiction of your life

brood

vision, eternal could not replace her stare
it was lodged there, she said,
it's not my choice.
you argue too much
you put your foot in
you put your cock in,
agape noisy reasoning
remembering
you and your endless words
she dances for you,
you wonder why she ever judged you
looking like that, as if looks could ever burn
you shrug, the grand illusion,
catching growths before they hatch

room

inflamed terror
birth of a thousand
years grinning
through
throbbing signaling
thrusting trustedly
in victorious arrangement
personal greeting
making each of us
unsure in our
domain, belonging
although there is no
room

interstellar

greasing the wheels
of economic good will
fictional state
of illusory mandates
finding alice's hair
empty but you declare
that although freedom
is not so much
maybe you'd like to
trust yourself,
form a sentence
of earthly beauty
meant for someone
else because in the
end, all you can depend
on is your curse
reality seeks you here
and you find home

the world in it

sitting on her own
in a cupid's matrydom
following trivial ancient
rites reality would
turn away so as not
to bleach its salty brown
of earth and ocean, heaven
met
we strive for something
but forget
when we have
room to spare
we haven't met
our heavenly care

checking visual

fortunate discovery
never detests the best
and for a lifetime
we've all been dreaming
our natural ascension
to our personal visual
demographic, fact of status
i offer you, can't
you never find another
new dynamic forward
fix this endless
sea of troubles
for now after
we've been missing
forgotten blessed, format
strained indicative
motor function