"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