Nov 062011
 

flash grunt wish
away
mist blind
losing

paths broken foil
cluttered
justice gong
away

twice in the evening stars
misted about the night
twisted inside and out
over the highway
down the dirt
and into an object
so far
away

kaleidoscope memories
lost
hardly anything else
left

carry on
over
down the forgotten
roads

thrice in the morning
with the sun low in the east
passing up and down
into the haze
forging paths
forgotten by
everyone

jigsaw crossings
blocked
by boulders of debris
making way
forward into the muck
going on
away

Nov 052011
 

there is a time and a place for circus
a levity and a balance
there is a point in time with a dot
that connects the earth to
the forgotten

you look straight at the end
seeking atonement
but all you will find
is the collapsing walls of
purified
dirt

harsh strokes brushed into canvas
give rise to great thinkers and
mimicry

tombs long past eat away
at the circus point of time place view
looking at the blackness
in between stars
you can see
only…

verse and unversed
click mountain movement
time slows and degrades its shape to blue
and in the corner of your eye
all you can see
is the pure
emptiness
between the stars

Nov 042011
 

bleached monogamy instructions
on paper towel barrels
whiskers wisp around faces
and tapered steel clown frogs
gargantuan monuments
constructed for the dead
point to the future that we all know
is what is really dead

vertebra snaps with a crack
eyes roll back
and there is no telling when
the music will end
wailing and sailing through the night
like a leper whistling four digits tight

a cancer that spread across the earth
no moments too small to take into
to take into
to take
into
the heart

coarse coarse
how does the skin feel
as the ash follows the wind path
across your face
your tears mixed in and my eyes dry as sahara
broken bottoms out at the height of the memories
stained bleached out in the distant shadows
tall figures loom in the distance

and a presence we can all feel
reaching out for us
with the urge to heal
and will strong in the wrong song
a moment gained lost forgot displaced jagged rigged
pop out of chest reveries

silken blue dust
skyward fall towards
bleak
ominous forgiving
a huge waste of breath
plunged into the deep wells of our own

coarse corase
moments in the sky
sun baked hands
shake
and turn to dust
ashen eyes wander
looking for the salvations
but all that is seen
and all that is found
is a skeleton
of pure white

Nov 032011
 

the lights that were once
blinking
have stop and are now
dark
they once used to light the way
but now
feel as if they have lost it

the piggy back stale retribution
engulfed in the absent froth
of the headless absence
of all thought
is renowned for the
sins

the father
the mother
the brother
the sister
all know the truth
except you

and you think and wonder
why this has evaded
your own senses
and you know why
in the end
the truth is the worst
goddamned thing
you can know

Nov 022011
 

what happened
to the jack-in-the-box
its crank and its surprise
is no longer one

where was the turn of the century
while I was sleeping in the grass
watching the clouds float by
waiting for the night
sky

and what happened
to the life
when we knew of it
and the places that were so nice
and free
and we could wander
without all these questions

“who are you?”
“why are you?”

oh where is that place
that knows no bounds
that is awake

what happened to
all the mushroom
clouds
the ones needed
to take away

where is the fire
that used to burn so bright
but now has been snuffed out
leaving us in the dark
reaching out
trying to grab at something
that is not there

I have not found my mountain
that I have been searching for
nor have I found that green grass
that I know is out there
I have searched all over
but to no avail

oh
what happened to this
jack-in-the-box
with the music and the crank
that is now rusted
and won’t turn

Nov 012011
 

But I still don’t know the question

What time is it?
What year is it?

2007

Already? Has time gone by so fast?
Is this wall suppose to be here?

Yes

Good, excellent, just like I have foreseen it. Perfect.
Why do you all look the same?
Never mind, what is all of this gray matter? Grey matter, Grey Gray?

What?

Senses less of senses less hours minutes meanings of which we gave into for control measurements outlandish fiends of time basked in… what?

Are you okay?

Who is okay, okay? Part of me wants to listen and sleep and fall and weep and another wants to dive. What does this mean to you?

I do not understand what you are saying. Are you alright?

Am I? Right? No, God was just created for you so you wouldn’t feel lonely when you died. I, myself, have no need for I do not fear loneliness. Pass the word around, I think the ceiling just collapsed.

What are you talking about?

No one knows, whereabouts are the what huh get the light… get the light out of my eyes. What is that thing, a giant suppository? Oh, it is a phone, good, fine, great. What do these buttons do?

Are you sure you are alright? Can I have the phone back please I am going to call for help.

Help? Halp Pelp Felp Relp! None of those words are real! Ha! What is a word anyways and what is really real. You have nice eyes, where did you buy them?
Hold on, let me check my identity. Oh good it is still there, I thought someone might have stolen it.

I am going to call the Paramedics, you are acting very strange.

Strange as in comparison to what? The trees? They are strange, so are Mites, I think. Also strange are these glances, do you think me mad? I am the sanest one here. I also like to… Hey you are pretty, want to get grab dinner sometime? What are you doing after work? What time do you get off?

Look, just lay down and take some deep breaths, the Ambulance should be here shortly.

Malnueanceses is not a real word but I like the way it sounds.

Okay.

Hey, I am going to take a short nap, I am tried, when I wake up lets get some lunch. Do you have any hobbies?

Don’t go to sleep! Hey! Wake up! Hello! Can you hear me!?