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The Undertures of Affection

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 24, 2016 at 8:36 pm

We were strangers before we weren’t.
Weren’t you strangely familiar,
Weren’t you so closely removed
From everything I had ever experienced,
From everything I’d had with history

I have you with me currently.
You have me with you, yet
We haven’t totally dissolved the strangeness of it.

We’re a string of exposures
Taken from unexposed piles
To dry on a clothesline in a room
Lit by nothing but desperately needing sunlight
To dry our soakingly overt undertures
At each other by way of avoidance.

We fell upon filler to hole up awkwardly
Together. We are awkward, but
We so desperately need each other.

You make me so desperately happy.
In the exposures I hope that shows.
Through the negatives, through fear,
Through the moments that skip,
I”ll hold onto your picture.

A line in the Sand

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 24, 2016 at 8:29 pm

At least I know that I’m dumb.
It’s a line in the sand,
Some see it and some don’t .
There are no smart people,
There are no ignorance-void gods.

Among us, uncertainty dumbs us all
Along fallible passages.
Our cobblestoned  aspirations and beliefs,
They walk us drunk towards passing out
On the hope that all ends well…. despite

Our sober mind’s hard fear of the imaginable terminations of each our own dreamed-up know-it-all kingdom.

Crumbled Earnings

In Poetry, Uncategorized on November 14, 2016 at 8:27 pm

I desire a headache
Just to to acknowledge the robbed-throbbing
One-splitted goings for each general
Makings of a thing not just like I lied them….

I desire a slapping stingfuls’
Assessment of my aspirations gone regular
Rank my runnings for “Most Deserved
Shitting-Good Burn”. Insolvencies

Spill me out of my trough.
-I desire my acute voice-over to think
Of the non-nuisance it is. Mundane business
Behaves me to root inside these

Crumbled earnings.

Enormous Simplification

In Poetry, Prose on November 7, 2016 at 10:08 pm

Be heard of dependent importance,
Imperatively so.
Use associated words in many-word
Cuckoos, chords.
Approach an important place.
We can locate definitions
And ignorance
There.

The wold has fantastic images,
Uncountably so.
Imagine those images as sounds,
Those sounds as words.
Speak those words and be

Utterly disappointed with the quality of translation.

Lick your lips and try again.
Enjoy the frustration-accumulation.

Turn off the lights. Lie in the dark,
Desperately waiting to “sleep on it”…

Jerk off.

Find the fridge. Chug a half-carton of milk.
Take a pill and pass out thinking (still).

I Believe in Lullabies

In Uncategorized on January 9, 2015 at 12:04 pm

Hanging there between floating away and gravity,

Orbiting my own weight as an observer circulating around a scene,

So flirting with an empty vessel yet so comforted by the revolutions around my earth,

I follow myself at distances and like lulling a baby to sleep I am

Constantly forgetting to wail at the vastness of space and suck on the fears abreast my everyday focus, and then just

Fall

For the unpressured quiet of of it all between trying to give up and giving in to that ever-returning itch to care more than any creator about a world that I did not create and that I do not even own.

Spectrals

In Uncategorized on November 19, 2014 at 4:35 pm

There are always weeds growing through the cracks

Because this sidewalk lacks traffic.

Along it, no houses nor stores nor buildings

Sit in ruin or reign, or in any other disquiet state.

Footprints scatter upon its happenstance

Against pedestrianism. What happens there

Happens to happen because the weeds are there,

Paving over the tending task of pulling them.

A Drop of Heft

In Uncategorized on May 23, 2014 at 2:52 pm

Panting at a lethargic pace ,
An underwater molasses bubble
Struggles against the depth’s
Pressures as a luminescent
Creature trickles by, lightly
Tickling the bubble’s skin-barrier
With a stray arm’s feelers.
The bubble shudders, ripples,
Then stabilizes and sinks
Its heaviness even deeper.

Intention Tensions

In Uncategorized on March 25, 2014 at 10:21 pm

To fill a singly human stretch of frameworks,
Each ending openly upon incompleteness,
Into one frame of feeling… irked alive,

Shuddered inspiration.

To not be social functions of solitude:

Our graphs all tire vertically,
Limper as they rise,
But they rise. Together,
We visit catching instants of butchery…

The detachment following butchery: 
The static depth of things not being different.

Later, turn off the lights. Lie in the dark,
Marinade in that frustration-accumulation
(Desperately waiting to “sleep on it”)…

Jerk off. 

They were always gravity

In Poetry on December 8, 2012 at 10:10 pm

Neck, that creature’s discomfort
Beckons a hunch; shoulders sag
Forward the floor, minutes lag
Past lunch. Eaten

Are the rest of beings so beaten shapeless?
Covered cape-less fiction, lived-in
Costumes exoskeleton
A soft interior, shelled like melons

-are you seedless, will I need to spit?
The worries of a spineless twit. I am
That twit I am that twit, I am
Worries, and they were always gravity.

Butter

In Poetry on May 28, 2012 at 12:03 am

Give me a a bit of butter on my bread
Give me a bit of heart attack with my sustenance
Give me a bit grease for my organs
Because right now they feel
Far too clean
For this body
Because right now they feel
Far too pristine
For this world
Because right now they gleam
With the fragile disaster
Of wearing white to work
In a coal mine.
Give my innards a little
Grit, a little
Reality