the preacher from gehenna |
A preacher from Gehenna exclaimed through the dead here;
"Peccavi! Pleasant bodies tear into sky cloth
while Thy takes time to absorb. Touch my skin!
Feel a black chakra spray golden warmth withou...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 00:32:00 GMT |
Nice Night (a song) |
Last night the light in emberstook upon my face and presenceDriving down the highwaymade me shiver between dark landscapesAlone,at last,do not comb the ends!At ease,I moan,will not loath dead ends!And...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Jun 2009 22:51:00 GMT |
afterwards & awake at dawn |
There are waves from an ocean
and this liquid is not water
The wind comes from the gravity
of a dark planet and the shore
of my country breaks at the fore
but is crumbling and drifting away
slo...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 09:52:00 GMT |
Summertime Blues |
My creative force is bubbling away, swirling and writhing in a tide pool of far away ideas and windy growth or decay of a close relationship with myself
Like the crane who steps with reedy legs and s...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 03:39:00 GMT |
Apoeym |
Who is Virgil
Who is Emily
Who is alone
Who in solitude?
I could read dust and be quiet
in public and be content
if only i would try
I could call the water
pull from my pack the desert
an...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 10:12:00 GMT |
The 4 Seasons of Idealism |
Sweet Satie...
...outer Space is a woman. Do you ever get that impression?
Imaginations star clusters form the under arch of her her neck and chin,
mothers mind and eyes surround the depths, war...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 19:47:00 GMT |
Volumous in its Implicity |
Volumous In Its ImplicitlyThough my hands were numb after the walkand my feet were dusty and shins bitten,I bore witness to many wizards magic through cobbled glass and sogged palms.Under a sky that w...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 10:50:00 GMT |
A Treasure in Apocarthy |
A Treasure in Apocarthy (Tales for when things were the way youd wanted them to be) If the world was broken at dawn&you stood on a mountain at sunset,a black body with arms raised in the directions o...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 10:49:00 GMT |
Tractors Castle |
The Sun is Behind youIt is eleven in the morning and you walk north en gravelly route whither heavy weightsof doves on river rocks under the shadows of your soul.You've read poetry to the cattle and p...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Jan 2009 10:22:00 GMT |
Prairie Dog Town |
Emboldened, charabanded upon the chamoise of a rising sun...the two's separation did not spawn any pungent dolor, no. For twixt the ablated space created negative of their division was but a frame to...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 05:16:00 GMT |
