Element all been in
It
Passing by to all ready
Gone
Over with the birth marked
Brown
From that one angry sun
Hay wire climbing through translucent barns
Faceted
With the half glass half soap
Of one sea once unclean
Un roped, let loose
Hand some with out the tie
leash snapped
two parts fix ate it claimed the break its own
hand tied un relinquished
a structure unburdened by structure
permeable but under stood
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Definitive for a 360° point
(a spherical eye)
engrossed absorbing
(a black hole of perception)
allowing nothing out
(grabbing mercifullesly)
unconditionally poignant in observation of variations:
stems facing upwards
mechanic pillars breaking sky
shrouded airy remnants of twelve billion hands
(reaping worth to them
in the spiral of
asserting value
with a body made mind)
Memory envelopes comparison
keeps contrast warm while growing bodies:
bulbous empires unscathed through
endless kinesis
(an intangible corridor both blind and black)
overloaded with possibilities
(color begging for witnesses
to see the variation
let individuality reign as a thing amongst things,
a heap)
(a spherical eye)
engrossed absorbing
(a black hole of perception)
allowing nothing out
(grabbing mercifullesly)
unconditionally poignant in observation of variations:
stems facing upwards
mechanic pillars breaking sky
shrouded airy remnants of twelve billion hands
(reaping worth to them
in the spiral of
asserting value
with a body made mind)
Memory envelopes comparison
keeps contrast warm while growing bodies:
bulbous empires unscathed through
endless kinesis
(an intangible corridor both blind and black)
overloaded with possibilities
(color begging for witnesses
to see the variation
let individuality reign as a thing amongst things,
a heap)
Friday, June 08, 2007
Press
Sri Lanka
Sarajevo
On the front porch
J.R.R. Tolken
hanging on to shelves
hugging sacrificial wood
in hopes of survival
recording the lack of water
manipulated for beauty
in dendritic patterns resurfacing
at the worshipping
of heat
Sarajevo
On the front porch
J.R.R. Tolken
hanging on to shelves
hugging sacrificial wood
in hopes of survival
recording the lack of water
manipulated for beauty
in dendritic patterns resurfacing
at the worshipping
of heat
Continuous Narrative (one and many)
Elizabeth is dead
is the first thing
I ever wrote on a wall
I was five
it is not the last time
I wrote on a wall
Vowel covered bedrooms
wrapped in newsprint
retelling the same stories
again with a change
a relevant ripple acting out
the tidal wave
covering cities in a blanket
thread in oxygen.
is the first thing
I ever wrote on a wall
I was five
it is not the last time
I wrote on a wall
Vowel covered bedrooms
wrapped in newsprint
retelling the same stories
again with a change
a relevant ripple acting out
the tidal wave
covering cities in a blanket
thread in oxygen.
Gradually the end overflowed
Poured out along wood floors
Sought cracks amongst tiles
individually placed by hands
speaking to eyes
Putting out the fire
Inhaling trials of smoke
Tasting the lack of tomorrow
already replaced
by the return
Tasting the gain of tomorrow
Spread on top of scales
Bowing down to gravity’s pull
inside
Conscious going again
to the same house
abandoned on a street
adopted by trees
sleepy at the sound of a highway
Constantly copying the words of wind
To the same steps
a red carpet
leading up to brick
Walking through Walls
Poured out along wood floors
Sought cracks amongst tiles
individually placed by hands
speaking to eyes
Putting out the fire
Inhaling trials of smoke
Tasting the lack of tomorrow
already replaced
by the return
Tasting the gain of tomorrow
Spread on top of scales
Bowing down to gravity’s pull
inside
Conscious going again
to the same house
abandoned on a street
adopted by trees
sleepy at the sound of a highway
Constantly copying the words of wind
To the same steps
a red carpet
leading up to brick
Walking through Walls
Friday, June 01, 2007
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