Thursday, August 26, 2010

D R E A M L A N D

“..If you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.”
- Friedrich Nietzsche
.
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I’m impaling my head harder
in my pillow
To recall, to return, to resume,
to refollow
My meaningful way.
.
.
If I’m failing to trail right back
to night glories,
I’ll hoist this point of view
From this room into new
stories.
I’ve a meaningless way.

Monday, August 23, 2010

CautionYellow Capped Portions

Beyond
being somehow fond
of hoarding half filled
caution yellow capped portions of pills,
the experts stake their careers
that this liar requiring pills
for fucking, pain, and for some fears,
Won’t collect them like coins,
Won’t stage them up bold like frames of old postage stamps.
.
Next they’ll all be featured, way in the future,
I’ll check them all for sure
ok on my computer.
Best not be sure nor positive
On the turning point,
Unless talk show representatives
Have affidavits to fill out
To protect them when they project
Yr. image and yr. imaginative story
From coast to coast, but don’t worry,
Viewers love viewing when things turn around.
You can fudge the exact time
It all went down.

3 More Things I Found While Looking For Something Else

before I’ll
earnestly earn
my cookie smile,
There’s business on the burner.
These semi serious matters
sort of need sorting out.
A lot of it needs looking at,
and some ditched,
not the other way around,
like when sure attic treasure gets pitched down
to the cellar.
.
.
2)
M E R E
.
I think! that there’s a theory in
quantum physics
that holds that
the mere act of observation
changes and shapes events
observed.
The science of truth
isn’t my strong suit.
But I can watch from a garage roof;
take semi evaluative notes,
& make up semi reflective reports,
& fake some
control.
.
.
3)
REFORM DREAM
.
Surfacing from a waterfall bottom’s
Churning pool, into mists,
The tall intense man they call The Baptist
Pulls you up, and through, by your hair.
It all means too much now.
The colors hurt, and light on water
Diamonds up the air.
Though new, non-consise power leadens you,
You rise again to surface
All you

Solid Things

There’s this secret I’ve kept so discreet
From lovers, & brothers, & mothers.
I’ve mis managed to become so mum
It was only clearer to me
After self therapy
The other day, or another.
.
From this encompassing dream,
I finally wanted
All the solid things I was sold to get,
When it’s important to want one.
.
I Get
Silk batik ties, Italian silk shirts,
Mostly-silk jackets,
Dry cleaned, & all in the closet.
.
I Wait For And Get
Too new Peter & P.J., Gabriel and Harvey,
Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.
Too new Laurie Anderson, Richard Thompson,
Unheard of, they’re still in their jacket.
.
I Waited For & Get
Big Bio book of Elliott
Smith, and the case is still closed
.
I Get
New Yorker’s
Drawings & Captions
All of them (All these years)
Data on disc
unplayed & unsmiled to. (sadly)
I Got
New Yorker’s
Drawings & Captions
The Board Game…
.
..
Why I With-hold
All that pleasure,
I haven’t a clue.
It’s half-like holding love
At arm’s length,
& watching it do
.
.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

frail

ately these nights
latestart streeting to work
all bad songs between all red nights
.
some days
frustration rages against some wall
communication too can’t see through
some wall our own wall
Even when we chime just finally
we just disagree
.
our works can grind us down
our words can rhyme us down
.
2
.
spirit suggests, speaks some, to best
try a calm trance
one where the frail can dance on treetops
embarrassed with Joy, emancipated
to Bright red birds, right atop
their deep down a well
their dark as hell
though inconsequential
jungle.
It’s free to pop on it’s treetops
So I understand

2 descriptions of an essential, existential dream I never had

“Solemness”s not the only noun
That best states the state I found
Myself drowning in.
I’m quieter this hour , and long past another
Where I worried, When I wondered
I guess as it goes as a boy in the throes
Of a late night alone, of a faith underdose,
and no mother,
“If I die before I sleep”

“Apprehensive” says it also.
An appreciative hospital with the wherewithal, they’ll
welcome
Me and yescheck my symptoms.
I’ll finally sleep & they keep me for observation.
I’ll finally be on their watch instead of mine.

Feng Shui

Chairs and tables re arrangement
Chances are enable a new look
At hackneyed background scenery
And that seriouser still life like “Life’s Work”,
My wail at a stand stail.
A new look on furniture
For fun will force structure
To manhandle content &
Every one of my captions
Under justnow windows,
As this new sunrise happens, for instance,
And the new prose
It lights on.

3 more things I found while looking for something else

before I’ll
earnestly earn
my cookie smile,
There’s business on the burner.
These semi serious matters
sort of need sorting out.
A lot of it needs looking at,
and some ditched,
not the other way around,
like when sure attic treasure gets pitched down
to the cellar.
.
.
2)
M E R E
.
I think! that there’s a theory in
quantum physics
that holds that
the mere act of observation
changes and shapes events
observed.
The science of truth
isn’t my strong suit.
But I can watch from a garage roof;
take semi evaluative notes,
& make up semi reflective reports,
& fake some
control.
.
.
3)
REFORM DREAM
.
Surfacing from a waterfall bottom’s
Churning pool, into mists,
The tall intense man they call The Baptist
Pulls you up, and through, by your hair.
It all means too much now.
The colors hurt, and light on water
Diamonds up the air.
Though new, non-consise power leadens you,
You rise again to surface
All you

Sunday, August 1, 2010

"Bridge's Out"

“Bridge’s out”
A boy in a blue scarf shouted.
But a girl with high boots and a cape
only whispered “Icy isn’t safe”.
Both their lines seemed to lift steamlike, upwords,
opposing most all downfall white
(On his hair, in her eye lashes).
White lit it all, it meant to mask the night.
.
Ethereal, yet so real, their faces were so pale.
They are, I thought, not far from fainting.
I strained to scout beyond them, they stood out
Stark against wood and trail.
It confused me, admittedly, I might see a painting.
.
“Watch yourself”, their voices, close,
It sounded some like me who
confoundedly joined their chorus.
Starting down to the river,
I shake off a shiver under my clothes.
I take a deep icy breath, then take a step nearer chaos.