Apricot jubilee, fairies of debris, secret chanting rhyming sanctuary. My prayer circle is a satellite that turns with my sister. I’ve been waiting for thee, now I give up my hopes rhythmically, in the crosses of my camel’s heels and humps, I release cells of celluloid into a fountain.
I release calls without retreat.
I enter the darkness in the end.
I release dust into the void.
I call in the name no one can hear, in the sound of shattered voices, in the ground shaping paces, in the face of a vision.
I have one drop of crystal water on my lotus brow, between all my scattered opal eyes, staring they keep the wax picture of winter’s community half-full at midnight, a whispered dance in the curtains nurturing the east.
I am carbon ash, wherever I light the flame it is the same light and gentle tone, the jet stream’s lazy hand, satin changes and steel contracts.
I am empty in my laughter.
She acts afraid washing my apron and chain, I feel safe with all my scars, with my lesions and tattoos, laughing along in the lilac parade, looking for the catalog of extinct flying birds available for consumption at any time.
Mazes of the stances of a soldier’s last day and the breath of an undersea glider, love’s first potion at dawn, diving over the edge and glimpses of freedom’s silhouette
fade to orderly homecoming forgotten equanimity.
Equal belief, equal belent
All glimpses begin as dreams, all movements begin as steam.
Straight jackets and silken robes.
The seed’s dreaming heart, always reborn solitarily in itself, delivered up by dendritic hooves, lacing baskets and drawing bows,
tiny packages talking tiny whispers,
islands underneath the skin,
islands without time,
islands rolling through blinking rippled cathode moon hourglasses,
winnowing shadows, sunburn marrow, finds hunger’s next sigh,
leaving crafty values around language, around smiles,
to keep unburying, electric entanglement washes riddles with oil.
tremors never wasted on feelings, nostrils’ precious home,
trachea crucifixion before fresh ripped blanket ecology,
string blooming recollection juices anticipation,
just inside elongated empty eye regret circuits around the shade,
with a song and a rhythm with a name of its own,
with a place to land, a place to be born,
a place of waxing and waning and wanting,
a place dreaming of a way to get to you,
a place that is dream to make you his own,
a haunted vision of shipwrecks out on the desert.
all the stars dreaming into each other,
spiral soft shell honk and a knife edged eye spilling spider webs,
berry lips and slip jaws hot arachnid footprints in delicious
scorched wheels flying continental drifts, heat wave weaves
sympathetic traces in new skin turn flawless looking spinning
around blue breeze train, consecrated bony fire scratches
precious history rings, gifts spinning in the radiant sea,
glints stabbing through kinesthetic dreams, weaving wet hanging
heavy heaving fading falling free breath filament throwbacks, wetbacks, immigrants of the noosphere, walking Aphrodite in the dust of conformity, tears teeth tongues worn weak in the moon silver heartbreak trance doorway over the green growing grasshopper catalyst crossover correction ocean, flower-bird circle flies toward another eye lens inverse equation, watching whirlwinds without words, adrift on a sail turning the page bellowing without resistance, shine and shadow to force and inertia, every moment is a solstice and apocalypse of desert wombs bell tree
sliding lotus, island brightness, my hands turn, lily reaching, orchid dancing, lilac distance,
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
set
Boneless, Breathless, Broken eyed,
Destined for a different path,
Gods got a great, plan for you,
Paralyzed, Pacified, Petrified,
out spied, out identified, out contrived,
Gods given you, more than you could dream,
in a million years of dreaming,
Be set, Besieged, Bitter blue,
desperate enough to make the edges meet,
Gods given you, great powers and resources,
by breath, by beat, by between,
I knew you’d make it through,
by the echo in the wall,
Gods given you, great gifts of gathering,
Detailed, Detonated, Depth,
destined for guidance in guesswork,
Gods given you, eyes to see him,
Prepared, Prepoured, Pre told,
desperate enough, to feel the heat of empty space,
to hear the voice of original birthplace,
Coiled, Castrated, Counter weighted,
ever wonder what comes forth in the dark,
only given in the grave,
the final unborn cross,
waiting for you, to pick up the pieces,
all alone, without a trace,
without a taste, without taking,
ever wonder how to hold this gift,
more delicate than flowers in bloom,
more revealing than the full moon,
more embracing, than awakening, from a cocoon,
ever wonder why the shadows insist, on periphery,
a one eyed oil bearer, free from repeating,
that finds its way into 3-D,
untouched, untempered, untold,
with great contents, unexplained,
destined for, all you need,
Gods got a great,
plan for you,
that will make you stretch, strain, itch,
seek in sweat,
buried in the spark, waiting in secret,
Desperate enough, fancy wont last in this self reflection,
Gods given you,
one final path.
Destined for a different path,
Gods got a great, plan for you,
Paralyzed, Pacified, Petrified,
out spied, out identified, out contrived,
Gods given you, more than you could dream,
in a million years of dreaming,
Be set, Besieged, Bitter blue,
desperate enough to make the edges meet,
Gods given you, great powers and resources,
by breath, by beat, by between,
I knew you’d make it through,
by the echo in the wall,
Gods given you, great gifts of gathering,
Detailed, Detonated, Depth,
destined for guidance in guesswork,
Gods given you, eyes to see him,
Prepared, Prepoured, Pre told,
desperate enough, to feel the heat of empty space,
to hear the voice of original birthplace,
Coiled, Castrated, Counter weighted,
ever wonder what comes forth in the dark,
only given in the grave,
the final unborn cross,
waiting for you, to pick up the pieces,
all alone, without a trace,
without a taste, without taking,
ever wonder how to hold this gift,
more delicate than flowers in bloom,
more revealing than the full moon,
more embracing, than awakening, from a cocoon,
ever wonder why the shadows insist, on periphery,
a one eyed oil bearer, free from repeating,
that finds its way into 3-D,
untouched, untempered, untold,
with great contents, unexplained,
destined for, all you need,
Gods got a great,
plan for you,
that will make you stretch, strain, itch,
seek in sweat,
buried in the spark, waiting in secret,
Desperate enough, fancy wont last in this self reflection,
Gods given you,
one final path.
last jolt
Easily charmed,
Easily harmed,
Through the wall, uncertain clues about an uncertain past,
All that became, what we call now,
A casual glance,
An unusual stance,
Disturbances in our delicate hands,
In the sensations themselves,
Ghosts and spirits dance,
The uncertainty principle falls deeper into spacetime,
Desperate attempts to make dust fly,
In search of knowing,
To make an old sailor of a new queen,
A sudden turn,
Overlooked or reborn,
The rendez-vouz once again uprooted layer by layer,
By gardens overgrown,
All in secrets never learned, stones unturned,
Buried in treatises unsigned,
A taste of limits touched never found,
Moments brushed by uneven distances mis-matched,
Depth for extent lapsed,
Hairs only believe in blood,
Never seen but seem enough,
To hold the bones uncertain thrusts,
For signs of trust,
Edges dug,
Below the mud,
Promises too vague and too slow.
But enough for dreams,
Stranded in the clouds.
6am clowns floating away,
Another form of another day,
In the morning rays,
The night still pulls my ankles to the stars,
And who would say this is not the way,
To live in the residue,
Where dust and demons argue,
Over what’s not through,
Over you,
Nothing new, I want mine too,
Deep in the out reach,
In the furtive castle, seeking reprieve,
Deep in the finger tips,
Deep in the skipping trance,
No trace left in the footprints,
Following the edge of the quicksand answer,
Burning incinerator in a cool forest,
My mouth has a thousand doors,
Bends ashes and eyelashes,
My face has no beginning,
My lips left a trail of kisses,
By no history,
So many sides in the folding kaleidoscope,
Sometimes broken, sometimes alone,
Carve like a shooting star to total the abyss,
Never miss those signals from shaking prism portals.
Leaving lightyears ago,
They pick out one by one, cell by cell.
The image of death,
Packaged up in breaths.
Further and further apart,
Wheels within wheels, on separate roads,
Cross words of galaxy worms lazy orbits,
Tighten collective childhood trick indian burns,
Things we never said,
Make up the precious space between us,
Trying to dim the red shift one more moment,
Bring into view for a quick, one view was bent close enough to catch the hue,
I thought I could get away with just that,
But it doubled up on the ricochet,
I skipped ahead and left the story open ended,
I heard them talking about it,
It seemed as though from within.
Pyramids on the edge of the soul,
Trade the second guess
Take out all the memories together,
Time filled with oil and command,
The breakfast coconut compass to give to the bone chilled enemy delicacy,
Sweet nectar of looking up into some never been humpback hack rider,
My back track return wrapped up in skin I can hold and hear,
But no where near the key is found,
Left headgear behind her knee,
Coffee recent tragedy late fermented hope,
I will see again,
Things I don’t want to say,
The next step tapping a secret word,
I turn and turn,
Early codes curl,
For that she needs to cry,
And I forgot how to spell out in the wasteland,
Irresistible calls and an unmistakeable course,
Blind answer started the awe and static,
The speaker system squeaks,
Believing it was a bird,
And I must translate the safety angles,
At the right moment so as not to disturb,
Blue lust too complex and interwoven,
Blow to and fro over luck and a couple of dust shackles
Never cross amplitude with being nude,
That’s exactly how her brass would be understood,
New moon twin heights,
Something for finally breaths’ seaweed nebulizer,
and anything left,
to start a war,
so I sent myself a message
but it didn’t look like rain,
only the haze exploding,
sensitively led astray,
to fractures, stars and ashes,
pi reductions in a crows eyes,
and my spark kept them apart,
little pressure limits in the current
cover me like a drum,
sometimes I feel too obtuse,
but I still make it through,
umbilical chords charge,
strummed and such,
the missing draught keys,
a chimpanze on a solar flares face,
an eye for the tomb,
colored treats the tongue and room,
jawbones don’t last,
horror the storm,
walls of dough,
being born a window,
better off a filled role,
fineness that doesn’t need a notice,
I fancied myself a foreign trade,
layers of symbols, music and evolution,
most of the time I was laughing too,
grateful like gold,
lightning strikes and plays with me,
they told me sit on the floor,
smoke swirls in the hour glass
foreign postage
wind delivered brush strokes on my ribcage
slowly the shapes bite the squeaky bird under my skin
all I heard was a shock wave
for my heart
take my heart
this beat and all its heat
all I have is night
but I can’t fly
Easily harmed,
Through the wall, uncertain clues about an uncertain past,
All that became, what we call now,
A casual glance,
An unusual stance,
Disturbances in our delicate hands,
In the sensations themselves,
Ghosts and spirits dance,
The uncertainty principle falls deeper into spacetime,
Desperate attempts to make dust fly,
In search of knowing,
To make an old sailor of a new queen,
A sudden turn,
Overlooked or reborn,
The rendez-vouz once again uprooted layer by layer,
By gardens overgrown,
All in secrets never learned, stones unturned,
Buried in treatises unsigned,
A taste of limits touched never found,
Moments brushed by uneven distances mis-matched,
Depth for extent lapsed,
Hairs only believe in blood,
Never seen but seem enough,
To hold the bones uncertain thrusts,
For signs of trust,
Edges dug,
Below the mud,
Promises too vague and too slow.
But enough for dreams,
Stranded in the clouds.
6am clowns floating away,
Another form of another day,
In the morning rays,
The night still pulls my ankles to the stars,
And who would say this is not the way,
To live in the residue,
Where dust and demons argue,
Over what’s not through,
Over you,
Nothing new, I want mine too,
Deep in the out reach,
In the furtive castle, seeking reprieve,
Deep in the finger tips,
Deep in the skipping trance,
No trace left in the footprints,
Following the edge of the quicksand answer,
Burning incinerator in a cool forest,
My mouth has a thousand doors,
Bends ashes and eyelashes,
My face has no beginning,
My lips left a trail of kisses,
By no history,
So many sides in the folding kaleidoscope,
Sometimes broken, sometimes alone,
Carve like a shooting star to total the abyss,
Never miss those signals from shaking prism portals.
Leaving lightyears ago,
They pick out one by one, cell by cell.
The image of death,
Packaged up in breaths.
Further and further apart,
Wheels within wheels, on separate roads,
Cross words of galaxy worms lazy orbits,
Tighten collective childhood trick indian burns,
Things we never said,
Make up the precious space between us,
Trying to dim the red shift one more moment,
Bring into view for a quick, one view was bent close enough to catch the hue,
I thought I could get away with just that,
But it doubled up on the ricochet,
I skipped ahead and left the story open ended,
I heard them talking about it,
It seemed as though from within.
Pyramids on the edge of the soul,
Trade the second guess
Take out all the memories together,
Time filled with oil and command,
The breakfast coconut compass to give to the bone chilled enemy delicacy,
Sweet nectar of looking up into some never been humpback hack rider,
My back track return wrapped up in skin I can hold and hear,
But no where near the key is found,
Left headgear behind her knee,
Coffee recent tragedy late fermented hope,
I will see again,
Things I don’t want to say,
The next step tapping a secret word,
I turn and turn,
Early codes curl,
For that she needs to cry,
And I forgot how to spell out in the wasteland,
Irresistible calls and an unmistakeable course,
Blind answer started the awe and static,
The speaker system squeaks,
Believing it was a bird,
And I must translate the safety angles,
At the right moment so as not to disturb,
Blue lust too complex and interwoven,
Blow to and fro over luck and a couple of dust shackles
Never cross amplitude with being nude,
That’s exactly how her brass would be understood,
New moon twin heights,
Something for finally breaths’ seaweed nebulizer,
and anything left,
to start a war,
so I sent myself a message
but it didn’t look like rain,
only the haze exploding,
sensitively led astray,
to fractures, stars and ashes,
pi reductions in a crows eyes,
and my spark kept them apart,
little pressure limits in the current
cover me like a drum,
sometimes I feel too obtuse,
but I still make it through,
umbilical chords charge,
strummed and such,
the missing draught keys,
a chimpanze on a solar flares face,
an eye for the tomb,
colored treats the tongue and room,
jawbones don’t last,
horror the storm,
walls of dough,
being born a window,
better off a filled role,
fineness that doesn’t need a notice,
I fancied myself a foreign trade,
layers of symbols, music and evolution,
most of the time I was laughing too,
grateful like gold,
lightning strikes and plays with me,
they told me sit on the floor,
smoke swirls in the hour glass
foreign postage
wind delivered brush strokes on my ribcage
slowly the shapes bite the squeaky bird under my skin
all I heard was a shock wave
for my heart
take my heart
this beat and all its heat
all I have is night
but I can’t fly
for you
Because I burn, around the fire of your mouth,
I find your eyes irresistible,
No escape from riddles in the seam,
One light leads to another, for my electric tadpole fossil brainstem,
I get my gifts directly, and understand why the road is so narrow,
Because I burn in a light rain of your open sky fields,
your heat waves under my feet carry me through the death of sleep,
No escape from the dream splicer,
blowing spiral Spanish stairs in the mirror of remembering my dreams,
I get my gifts directly,
the green landscape through a broken horn reciting the name of wholeness,
shadows walk with the perfection of falling stars,
Delicate mechanisms like changing leaves and sand,
Because I burn, in the laughter of a dying man,
no escape from extremes,
a thickly robed hyena, in your glass river bed turning wheels,
I get my gifts directly, lost in the twilight,
turned around in drifting canvas of satellites in strange partial blindness,
thick blanket of eternal escaped wild card soundless skinless bones,
I find your eyes irresistible,
No escape from riddles in the seam,
One light leads to another, for my electric tadpole fossil brainstem,
I get my gifts directly, and understand why the road is so narrow,
Because I burn in a light rain of your open sky fields,
your heat waves under my feet carry me through the death of sleep,
No escape from the dream splicer,
blowing spiral Spanish stairs in the mirror of remembering my dreams,
I get my gifts directly,
the green landscape through a broken horn reciting the name of wholeness,
shadows walk with the perfection of falling stars,
Delicate mechanisms like changing leaves and sand,
Because I burn, in the laughter of a dying man,
no escape from extremes,
a thickly robed hyena, in your glass river bed turning wheels,
I get my gifts directly, lost in the twilight,
turned around in drifting canvas of satellites in strange partial blindness,
thick blanket of eternal escaped wild card soundless skinless bones,
the fall
Because her eyes were wet with sin and believing, I was exiled into seeing. My eyes bright with ignorance. The moon over my head lights the hills and rises. Her skin holds the distance of a day, so I run as far as I can. In some places fullness and emptiness embody one another. In others they only suit themselves, I wonder which one she dignifies in the blue flame in a land of her many states, in roots digging in the light, in a sky diver’s breaths for her smile, in every sailor’s destiny for her mouth. There is a small raining window between us, so soft I have to close my eyes to cool my heart. There is a one well finger waiting that is so wide I have to see out to roam with my cries. Petrol water so heavy I have to conceive to heal my thighs. Silent mistake asleep in the meadow. Headlights don’t shine where I want to see. The snake with a thousand pages of teeth in a little bottle of ink and spice. Loss and discovery. My gray calming teeth cracking day by day, peeling gelatinous layers in a steamy eye.
Old King Cole was a Mary old soul, and Mary has always been, love’s goddess in landslide heat, sphenoid resonances in the swinging trees, desire singing in pounding hooves, sting in dipping wings rushing streams balancing its not unsaid (over time another layers slippery seeds are shed, led towards her shoulders combined in harmony.)
My queen is my license and my victory. I wouldn’t recognize my baby’s answer. Wouldn’t recall her twitching thighs full of wet ambition. She’s nonnegotiable. Her smoothness on fire with causality under the starlight. Like every break in the wind. She shakes no hollow tones in the yellow leaves. She doesn’t take no musical improving. She’s got a backside. She does not affect me in any way that I can see. I do not see the ocean of blood ebb and flow between us, or the light bending within us. I only know that it is sweet, that she has cultivated and carries some tangy nectar that I cannot get enough of . I love her more and more for my own benefit. I pull on her mouth. I do not know if it is an experience I long for. I drink and cherish some nature of hers that I do not know. I think it is indigestible; but we are one.
And my dry heart out into the wind, blows around like tumbleweed. My opaque eyes miss hollowly, the falling halos, until my imitation twins glow shivers in the wind, the familiar coat remembers how rain dances lightly behind my eyes, and ships of molo sailed out of the foggy night, my mouth, to buildings in the dusk and dawn embroidered over my pulse, where the lights go out all sealed in her touch. I call to her. Tell me, sweet Marie, how do you feel. Can you show me where you live. Is it the fire in the ground, is it the fire in the void, is it the frozen in the ground, is it the feeling in your heart, is it the place where you began, a space without command, do you live at all, are you with me right now, can you let me know somehow, oh sweet Marie, I’ve been watching so long, I’ve been tracing every river flow, I’ve been lost in the rise and fall, sat with my eyes open for days, now I call out with every sound I know, sweet Marie. Out on the oceans where we meet again, entranced by each other’s eyes, slipping in and out of the cliffs speaking edge, searching for sweet Marie. All the way from your villa on the hill, to your golden desert valley, from swollen head to broken heart, in the pieces lies the one spark, a buttery flying antidote, at the end of every street, I look and smell the emptiness so sweet. It feels like I’ve been waiting here all my life, and now I ain’t got no time left. I’m whispering and watching. I have written notes of every kind and left them just for you. If there’s one thing left to say, it’s that I didn’t know those shadows had other stories to tell. At the end all the road all the signs disappear. It’s like they were never there at all. The only signs are those from me to you.
Old King Cole was a Mary old soul, and Mary has always been, love’s goddess in landslide heat, sphenoid resonances in the swinging trees, desire singing in pounding hooves, sting in dipping wings rushing streams balancing its not unsaid (over time another layers slippery seeds are shed, led towards her shoulders combined in harmony.)
My queen is my license and my victory. I wouldn’t recognize my baby’s answer. Wouldn’t recall her twitching thighs full of wet ambition. She’s nonnegotiable. Her smoothness on fire with causality under the starlight. Like every break in the wind. She shakes no hollow tones in the yellow leaves. She doesn’t take no musical improving. She’s got a backside. She does not affect me in any way that I can see. I do not see the ocean of blood ebb and flow between us, or the light bending within us. I only know that it is sweet, that she has cultivated and carries some tangy nectar that I cannot get enough of . I love her more and more for my own benefit. I pull on her mouth. I do not know if it is an experience I long for. I drink and cherish some nature of hers that I do not know. I think it is indigestible; but we are one.
And my dry heart out into the wind, blows around like tumbleweed. My opaque eyes miss hollowly, the falling halos, until my imitation twins glow shivers in the wind, the familiar coat remembers how rain dances lightly behind my eyes, and ships of molo sailed out of the foggy night, my mouth, to buildings in the dusk and dawn embroidered over my pulse, where the lights go out all sealed in her touch. I call to her. Tell me, sweet Marie, how do you feel. Can you show me where you live. Is it the fire in the ground, is it the fire in the void, is it the frozen in the ground, is it the feeling in your heart, is it the place where you began, a space without command, do you live at all, are you with me right now, can you let me know somehow, oh sweet Marie, I’ve been watching so long, I’ve been tracing every river flow, I’ve been lost in the rise and fall, sat with my eyes open for days, now I call out with every sound I know, sweet Marie. Out on the oceans where we meet again, entranced by each other’s eyes, slipping in and out of the cliffs speaking edge, searching for sweet Marie. All the way from your villa on the hill, to your golden desert valley, from swollen head to broken heart, in the pieces lies the one spark, a buttery flying antidote, at the end of every street, I look and smell the emptiness so sweet. It feels like I’ve been waiting here all my life, and now I ain’t got no time left. I’m whispering and watching. I have written notes of every kind and left them just for you. If there’s one thing left to say, it’s that I didn’t know those shadows had other stories to tell. At the end all the road all the signs disappear. It’s like they were never there at all. The only signs are those from me to you.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
blaze born
A stained muse with a mardi gras tooth,
Never looked a day over seventy two,
A leopard skin print, and a zebra tattoo,
All my shackles were used up, so she gave me something new,
A pair of pixies each missing a shoe,
I took it home and tried them on my canoe
I guess it fit cause here I am talking to you.
Shark skin saddle and a long horse with a thousand eyes,
She gives me updates on a flying top hat,
Kick back quibby cotton resistors I just can’t shake,
All round recipes for my mountain carousel,
Two tiny kites in my rear view
I adapt to their circus, weave, write,
Tiny mouths talk to me,
Take me to the unseen horizon,
Pick me up combinations
Peculiar receptors,
A flair in the wind and we float the stain,
The mini contour stations
Reeds blowing in the sand
Power of sound grows like dissipating clouds,
Mesmerizing and mysterious,
Like being drowned in revelation,
Breath born of long awaited raindrops,
Droplets merge and are the maze of connectivity
Part falling part forming,
But the sky is clear,
Perhaps it is just the clockwork of the rose petals falling to the floor
Part radar signal part spark in the dark
Melting the shadows in the whirlpool
Part click part catch
The hatching is all around me,
And I am turning inside out,
I turned into a rainbow berry
A double cherry in a bubble parry,
New born pearl of path and somewhere the light grows stronger,
Concentrated in leaves
Bi-located in birds,
Venerated by the atmosphere
To run and never be known,
Defiled by the time of year
They spoke me into a form
Found me in a corner
One day before I fade
Just the mechanism of reverse association,
They dreamed me out of a song,
Turning of the deaf,
Measure what some say is undercover,
Big light, big shadow,
And who knows who,
Looking for clothes,
Can’t find the right size,
Which way is the tide?
Million dollar engines,
Eyes in the mist,
Cleaning the handicap zone,
So many ways past the drop off point,
One beat out of the breaking constitution,
First breath cracking the weather vane,
First step on the waning moon,
Spoon fed and wonderment,
A fire on the beach of my understanding,
I thought I’d always have a place in the sand,
Forever scratch little passages of my touch,
But a little rain came and I lost my way,
Found my self in the middle of the desert,
First breath in fierceness,
Dance of winds and windows leaning on each others capacity for integrity,
Test the blending and porous-ness
Minding and unminding
Flew the free fizz,
Just a blitz for the connection of the freeze fin,
Capitol the weakness,
A dozen new opportunities in every blinking twist of the tunnel,
Baby born in a clean ceiling,
quartz earrings and sizzling eyes,
Licking the everglades one finger a time,
Baby clean on a late night screen,
Magnetized solar lens,
Discovers the lost twist,
Glints in the softness,
Rain fall in breathing petals,
Leaves call out the name of reception,
Blue sky all around,
I keep losing ground,
Did I ever touch the sound?
I talk to the movie,
Find some clues
I see in terms of contexts and achievements,
Cause I wonder if I got through,
If I leave the records and walls and stones alone,
Baby bliss was just an excuse for these bones.
To take another look down below,
Deeper into the slow burn,
Because not all wounds are visible,
A fringe for identity,
Waving through the flora,
I find the goddess in her garden,
Nothing to lose any more,
I take it talking funny,
Never looked a day over seventy two,
A leopard skin print, and a zebra tattoo,
All my shackles were used up, so she gave me something new,
A pair of pixies each missing a shoe,
I took it home and tried them on my canoe
I guess it fit cause here I am talking to you.
Shark skin saddle and a long horse with a thousand eyes,
She gives me updates on a flying top hat,
Kick back quibby cotton resistors I just can’t shake,
All round recipes for my mountain carousel,
Two tiny kites in my rear view
I adapt to their circus, weave, write,
Tiny mouths talk to me,
Take me to the unseen horizon,
Pick me up combinations
Peculiar receptors,
A flair in the wind and we float the stain,
The mini contour stations
Reeds blowing in the sand
Power of sound grows like dissipating clouds,
Mesmerizing and mysterious,
Like being drowned in revelation,
Breath born of long awaited raindrops,
Droplets merge and are the maze of connectivity
Part falling part forming,
But the sky is clear,
Perhaps it is just the clockwork of the rose petals falling to the floor
Part radar signal part spark in the dark
Melting the shadows in the whirlpool
Part click part catch
The hatching is all around me,
And I am turning inside out,
I turned into a rainbow berry
A double cherry in a bubble parry,
New born pearl of path and somewhere the light grows stronger,
Concentrated in leaves
Bi-located in birds,
Venerated by the atmosphere
To run and never be known,
Defiled by the time of year
They spoke me into a form
Found me in a corner
One day before I fade
Just the mechanism of reverse association,
They dreamed me out of a song,
Turning of the deaf,
Measure what some say is undercover,
Big light, big shadow,
And who knows who,
Looking for clothes,
Can’t find the right size,
Which way is the tide?
Million dollar engines,
Eyes in the mist,
Cleaning the handicap zone,
So many ways past the drop off point,
One beat out of the breaking constitution,
First breath cracking the weather vane,
First step on the waning moon,
Spoon fed and wonderment,
A fire on the beach of my understanding,
I thought I’d always have a place in the sand,
Forever scratch little passages of my touch,
But a little rain came and I lost my way,
Found my self in the middle of the desert,
First breath in fierceness,
Dance of winds and windows leaning on each others capacity for integrity,
Test the blending and porous-ness
Minding and unminding
Flew the free fizz,
Just a blitz for the connection of the freeze fin,
Capitol the weakness,
A dozen new opportunities in every blinking twist of the tunnel,
Baby born in a clean ceiling,
quartz earrings and sizzling eyes,
Licking the everglades one finger a time,
Baby clean on a late night screen,
Magnetized solar lens,
Discovers the lost twist,
Glints in the softness,
Rain fall in breathing petals,
Leaves call out the name of reception,
Blue sky all around,
I keep losing ground,
Did I ever touch the sound?
I talk to the movie,
Find some clues
I see in terms of contexts and achievements,
Cause I wonder if I got through,
If I leave the records and walls and stones alone,
Baby bliss was just an excuse for these bones.
To take another look down below,
Deeper into the slow burn,
Because not all wounds are visible,
A fringe for identity,
Waving through the flora,
I find the goddess in her garden,
Nothing to lose any more,
I take it talking funny,
back fires
Michaels river boats’ a sliver in the sky,
Keeps his answers in the tide,
A room for a shiver in the spine
Sample of a ride and a new mood for a day,
Take your deepest fears and just say hi,
Johnny’s’ got a june bug for a one on one cry,
Innocent gauges on the edge can’t figure any place to hide.
Just a place to rest but freedom is not a rope in cherry cream seas’,
Light strikes again the dream fabric,
Impulse and volition drown each other with a water fall of feathers,
Pile up in church bells and seep out with the sound,
The deep swell reaches the circus town and lies down with the moon daughters heat waves at dawn,
So many indigenous images that just got to be,
Dew drops and the oxygen blossom,
Just enough for the clue bubble to trust its’ brothers and sisters crawling and carrying their webs into my eardrum,
Always a mad hatter in the back seat,
Genies’ just missing the wind,
Just shooting tentacles to take the test,
Another chance to play in the coliseum,
Numbers make their case for silence in the waiting room,
Just for the multi slide projection curation,
Zap Blam
Magnetos on a solar flare,
Free form fire crackers in daisy flight,
Lighter than the coins that tumble through the gyroscopes in the ceiling,
Dots and dashes, quick rise evarusnic tells me again,
Referee in the background fuzz pendulum,
Little catchetonia, two fingered skinny charter,
I need something heavier to satisfy me,
Boil me up to shaking in the silent bell,
Past the principle particle precipitants,
Magnolias bloom in a twilight breeze,
Another brain storm let loose from tiny strands of remembering my glasses,
Mobile mini launch pad sneezes,
Stirs loose my history,
Golden honey through the window tinges my skin and dried leaves,
In between my breath breaks down the beats of congeniality,
There’s always a criminal behind the bars of my dreams,
And it’s straight up for the sunrise,
Little white diamonds in the spreading yellow light,
Colour little wings of dancing rapture,
Trim wycinanki and kirigami,
Playful overlords,
Can’t hide the heat,
Got to find their own pilgrimage now,
Reach into the missing words, and imagine where they are now,
Sweep out the clock towers and earth worm fighter jets side banks,
Tap Vamp
There’s always another fissure with a place to breathe,
I just drift in the uptown shivers, in my cloak of broken withers,
Can I come any closer to the clothes spin?
Roller balls and falsetto oil,
6 am I can’t stand up in the merry go round,
She’s got the freeway lines in her eyes again,
I took in more than my share already,
Told her it was just a quiver from the stare,
Frontal lobe contusions and cross hairs,
Got to be their own breath now,
Got to colour up and down,
Brought all the way across the night just to ask what we should say to each other now,
Bought to hear the fraction less denomination come through my knees,
Slow moss and dust storms on a rolling stone,
There’s always a beast of burden waiting for me to sleep,
I got to think on my feet,
Sundays blue rays,
Rap to the sweet things going down to the world beat,
Gold bars for hungry lips,
A long lost ghost finally asks if I’d like to dim,
Like the frosty fringe on an October gate,
Map Rap
There’s always someone waiting in a place I’ve never been,
I was going to leave it for a super cringe,
I was going to clean up the sugar binge,
The ultimate performance,
But I just gave in to the oculator,
I didn’t know I would end up a perma slip,
The smell, the taste, crystallized pickled porcine photographs,
I got the ends to dance, twist off and a place where we could all see each others hidden history,
Put on a slant and go see the show of hats,
Shower up in the French quarter,
Ball room romance and a chance to lose my beliefs,
Draw little lazy sand circles in the sand with my non dominant resistance,
Fab Hat
There’s always a third beat in the space between,
The story in her eyes forgave my fear,
Just for a moment of familiarity,
Just for a moment of sharing my loose change with sweet desserts,
Just this side of nothing,
I wanted to put it in a simple awakening,
But there was just water and I didn’t know the sewing machine was running the whole time,
Back and forth weaving my pale morning eyes with her horses mane,
Reading my future in terms of dream melodies,
Gershwin and Beckett,
We dance off the black leather,
After the sunglasses and martinis under fancy coloured lanterns,
We believer we’re in Indonesia,
And that its’ a simple time and place,
Washing little stains and deciding which trail we should take to the oasis,
Watching little children play at escaping from a paper train,
I just stay for another load of bait,
It’s sweet and bitter and spills all over the screen,
Another coating of free floating demi glaze,
Foam from a saturninc quatrain,
Trigger the lights and hungry bites,
Release the sacred fire and foretell all my plights,
More dreams that live inside one another,
Drawn, powdered and purified,
Over cammed.
There’s always a dip in the atmosphere when I’m flying clean.
Keeps his answers in the tide,
A room for a shiver in the spine
Sample of a ride and a new mood for a day,
Take your deepest fears and just say hi,
Johnny’s’ got a june bug for a one on one cry,
Innocent gauges on the edge can’t figure any place to hide.
Just a place to rest but freedom is not a rope in cherry cream seas’,
Light strikes again the dream fabric,
Impulse and volition drown each other with a water fall of feathers,
Pile up in church bells and seep out with the sound,
The deep swell reaches the circus town and lies down with the moon daughters heat waves at dawn,
So many indigenous images that just got to be,
Dew drops and the oxygen blossom,
Just enough for the clue bubble to trust its’ brothers and sisters crawling and carrying their webs into my eardrum,
Always a mad hatter in the back seat,
Genies’ just missing the wind,
Just shooting tentacles to take the test,
Another chance to play in the coliseum,
Numbers make their case for silence in the waiting room,
Just for the multi slide projection curation,
Zap Blam
Magnetos on a solar flare,
Free form fire crackers in daisy flight,
Lighter than the coins that tumble through the gyroscopes in the ceiling,
Dots and dashes, quick rise evarusnic tells me again,
Referee in the background fuzz pendulum,
Little catchetonia, two fingered skinny charter,
I need something heavier to satisfy me,
Boil me up to shaking in the silent bell,
Past the principle particle precipitants,
Magnolias bloom in a twilight breeze,
Another brain storm let loose from tiny strands of remembering my glasses,
Mobile mini launch pad sneezes,
Stirs loose my history,
Golden honey through the window tinges my skin and dried leaves,
In between my breath breaks down the beats of congeniality,
There’s always a criminal behind the bars of my dreams,
And it’s straight up for the sunrise,
Little white diamonds in the spreading yellow light,
Colour little wings of dancing rapture,
Trim wycinanki and kirigami,
Playful overlords,
Can’t hide the heat,
Got to find their own pilgrimage now,
Reach into the missing words, and imagine where they are now,
Sweep out the clock towers and earth worm fighter jets side banks,
Tap Vamp
There’s always another fissure with a place to breathe,
I just drift in the uptown shivers, in my cloak of broken withers,
Can I come any closer to the clothes spin?
Roller balls and falsetto oil,
6 am I can’t stand up in the merry go round,
She’s got the freeway lines in her eyes again,
I took in more than my share already,
Told her it was just a quiver from the stare,
Frontal lobe contusions and cross hairs,
Got to be their own breath now,
Got to colour up and down,
Brought all the way across the night just to ask what we should say to each other now,
Bought to hear the fraction less denomination come through my knees,
Slow moss and dust storms on a rolling stone,
There’s always a beast of burden waiting for me to sleep,
I got to think on my feet,
Sundays blue rays,
Rap to the sweet things going down to the world beat,
Gold bars for hungry lips,
A long lost ghost finally asks if I’d like to dim,
Like the frosty fringe on an October gate,
Map Rap
There’s always someone waiting in a place I’ve never been,
I was going to leave it for a super cringe,
I was going to clean up the sugar binge,
The ultimate performance,
But I just gave in to the oculator,
I didn’t know I would end up a perma slip,
The smell, the taste, crystallized pickled porcine photographs,
I got the ends to dance, twist off and a place where we could all see each others hidden history,
Put on a slant and go see the show of hats,
Shower up in the French quarter,
Ball room romance and a chance to lose my beliefs,
Draw little lazy sand circles in the sand with my non dominant resistance,
Fab Hat
There’s always a third beat in the space between,
The story in her eyes forgave my fear,
Just for a moment of familiarity,
Just for a moment of sharing my loose change with sweet desserts,
Just this side of nothing,
I wanted to put it in a simple awakening,
But there was just water and I didn’t know the sewing machine was running the whole time,
Back and forth weaving my pale morning eyes with her horses mane,
Reading my future in terms of dream melodies,
Gershwin and Beckett,
We dance off the black leather,
After the sunglasses and martinis under fancy coloured lanterns,
We believer we’re in Indonesia,
And that its’ a simple time and place,
Washing little stains and deciding which trail we should take to the oasis,
Watching little children play at escaping from a paper train,
I just stay for another load of bait,
It’s sweet and bitter and spills all over the screen,
Another coating of free floating demi glaze,
Foam from a saturninc quatrain,
Trigger the lights and hungry bites,
Release the sacred fire and foretell all my plights,
More dreams that live inside one another,
Drawn, powdered and purified,
Over cammed.
There’s always a dip in the atmosphere when I’m flying clean.
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