Greenman / DJ / Lillies & Remains

 

Unless / Victory / Crime

 Fate seems granular, it comes through in texture,

so shocking in the moments, granted grace via the patina of time

corrected perceptions of real, the seams...smoothing out via smothering the previous

("trouble, I have paid my debt, won't you leave me in my misery?")

A through-line is no longer available, unless you're a towing a car without proof.

A long line drags on time, before the plum of destiny drops to rot 

like soldiers in a field, where have we gone, to the beating of drums?

("She partakes of lifting the gate between the possible and invisible")

These fires, the orange skies of memory. The dust...

Will these deaths combust

what's left

of us?

No forwarding address for heroes who've gone.

Foundations and institutions...and graves.

The price of persistence, of the perception of victory

in focused pestilence. People And Poxes Create Boxes

(fire / braces) (kick) (trumpets)

You will not be king. 

This game is rigged.

We're overwhelmed by extremes in just this overarching un-eternal now.

Where the quiet reigns in shadows for the unabsolved act, like the eternal shame that goes nameless

into ever brighter colors for the memory-less future to shoulder...

We'll evaporate. (The forrest is haunted with burning trees)

-0-

*unfinished

Asleep in a blurred crusade

I am aware,

That the time

between us is limited. 

Water, sand and time all trickle.

we share clocks and calendars in the ether,

So, okay for indefinite fixtures that soon grow wild,

sleep, or waiting(waxing), no wings are grown or aligned, unspoken/unfurled, 

murdered and wise where fishes' tails drift into memory 

Don't be startled,

the cork is off the bottle,

the genie lives, 

escaped.

Art Process / A Chaos Of Seasons

 

Won't You Look At The World Go / Pffftt! / Self Portraits

At Least

I wish there were three of me. 

At least. 

Not in the world, just to help out in my private life.

I feel inadequate. Life tests you.

It isn't anyone's fault. Sometimes you need help. Sometimes you are helpless. Life grinds and shapes you.

You have to learn to swim, before anyone teaches you how to do that.

New Stories / Upended memories / Time

 Sometimes memories are not your own.

They rise up, either like jagged waves,

or lone s-waves riding along, almost subliminal, without acknowledgment 

   in those moments,

suspended; everything. Time stops. dissolving into space-less containers.

emotions erupt, or disappear. Everything is playing at once, or nothing but static.

the earth's crust cracks and 100,000 forest fires burn out.

this is death(and life); dissonance and melody. hatred and harmony.

everything spills into the same container 

and it overflows in its wild meaning and meaninglessness.

It's singular, immediate, constant and like a string.

you can pick it up anywhere, and it can be cut,

at one end or in the middle,

fiddle with the tangled bits in shifts,

as time slows and our thoughts drift

doesn't change the thing it is. 

It doesn't ever change, but basks in the perpetual immutability.

You change around it and it changes everything as time ties

itself in knots of forgetting.

Things are infinite and split. Separate and whole, at the same time.

Words are trapped, dodgy, feeble in their eternal task. 

And strident, captivating and disjointed in their remembering.

Words, like people, remember us. 

And we remember them.

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A Long Listed Shadow

It is here,

as all are washed away,

and the black chariot rides, fiery and malevolent 

into to the black memory,

drifting into the longingness of emptiness.

Around a widened sky of dreamy azure,

surely fired, melting,

seething like cured cauldrons

emptying themselves into

darkness.

Beds Are Burning! / Wild Cherry / Thumb Pricking / Daggers

 

See it All / State of Independence / Alley Cats

 

Whoa! Gee-tars!

A Girl Needs Help / Mister Where You Headed? / Anywhere But Here / Don't Care Where

 

Demons / Angels / Color / Art / Selfies / Selfless / The Opaque Reflectionlessness Over The Burgeoning Waters

 

Clouds / People / Cities / Art / Color / Me

Party Time / Better Than War / Art / Music / Pat Fish / Etc

 

In Bloom

 

Where Do You Live? / Where Do You Love? / I Gave America Your Name

 

"I get run over by / the cars she used to drive / she giggles underneath her sheet."