Saturday, July 23, 2016
Cast
Symbolic action with intent--
To be midwife to metamorphosis,
bend the imagination-stuff
commonly referred to as "reality,"
to invoke.
Suitably Weird, Strangely Deep
filigree of trade winds
and the horizon awash in ocean
scent clouds white as lace circling
the pepper trees
even as the universe continues to expand,
galaxies, speeding up toward infinity
the film is finished. Never finished.
This far into the river we may as well continue
This is the end beautiful friend
This is the end my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands the end
No safety or surprise the end
I'll never look into your eyes again
memory died when their photos
weather-worn points of
billion-light-years-old light of dead stars
reflected in polluted water under the trees
in the mist shadow of boys by the daybreak
in the peony fields cold lost marbles
in the room carnations little blue-eyes-
twilight grins rose tornado,
the dogs are quiet.
Strange you never knew,
I think it's strange.
All of these voices, I've been
speaking to the dead for days,
it comes on slowly,
life, though, is for those who
can. burn. brighten.
and the horizon awash in ocean
scent clouds white as lace circling
the pepper trees
even as the universe continues to expand,
galaxies, speeding up toward infinity
the film is finished. Never finished.
This far into the river we may as well continue
This is the end beautiful friend
This is the end my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands the end
No safety or surprise the end
I'll never look into your eyes again
memory died when their photos
weather-worn points of
billion-light-years-old light of dead stars
reflected in polluted water under the trees
in the mist shadow of boys by the daybreak
in the peony fields cold lost marbles
in the room carnations little blue-eyes-
twilight grins rose tornado,
the dogs are quiet.
Strange you never knew,
I think it's strange.
All of these voices, I've been
speaking to the dead for days,
it comes on slowly,
life, though, is for those who
can. burn. brighten.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Monday, July 11, 2016
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Peyote, Dark Earth, Cosmic Sky
When it's neon night and rainbow day,
It's best to pay attention and burst into flame,
Burn in each moment, complicated, by
your many selves, especially the ones you've forgotten.
This is how you send them messages, and
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