Showing posts with label the soul goes beyond being and enters divine worlds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the soul goes beyond being and enters divine worlds. Show all posts

Saturday, January 30, 2021

Always had an eye for it
/ We always had a shoe /
Look what else he can do

 German shepherds, Music, sirens, earthquakes. *hidden clavicle 236*

(*interlude xymox / dead can dance / D Sylvian / wire / 45 grave / tuxedo moon ) (to edit)

Don't start me offfff / a man can take advantage of (forward card shark game "impenitri-able")

for beginning to and back again / don't start me / me / me / 

forgot to stop start stop start me for of of 

(cip[her)

little flowers bloom / Moon approaches. (don't start stop / feel this way)

(re/sponce)

look in the rearview mirror reflections

a million days a ray / a cup. a hundred cups of honey / the reflectionless faith erased

the face of ....in time we'll be together for rain storms

forgotten days to die (accomplices)

when did you become a cold split in two? (over the ridge / cold spells ahead / coastal washaway

scrub the back / fade to black / be together for a million days like every cell banging into get/run this black abyss while time throws itself into the pool

random notes / blanks / indecipherable memories

Masked gay bandits / Mixed pattern madness / swarthy 'fall-toned' incognito / sexy homemade bitches










Monday, September 12, 2011

Caught In This Sudden Shower (victims of circumstance)

there is a hole in my sleeve
where my heart used to be
an absence of fabric
otherwise static
running from each other
like rabbits

 in snow

I hear you
outside vision, a whisper
without a reply,
a rarefied silence.
wind sweeps besides me
and steals away
with a memory
like old glass
like spiders webs
sagging under dew
the conflagration is won
the flames and embers
have burned down from
junipers on fire
in fields of steel
seared in flights of ecstasy
guilty of applying
the patina of forgetting
as each bead is clutched
and counted
bullfighters swing their
blood cloaks like air filled
with smoke and death
one wingless bird flies over
new york and changes everything
in a single breath
the named faces are faceless
fearless, nothing more to know
alone ships dot the future like Seurat
but cling to hope that is killed
without the threat of
hidden, maddened gesture or
within the arc of a whip
lashed liars with their
poison tongues
speaking to
a wall.