Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset





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11 December 2012

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06 October 2012

Ah youth

That I say yours
when I try you
I mean my
beaming not intent
to imply possession
of any sort, except
that I feel because
I hear what you're saying
you blast onto my face
mannerisms and twitches
undermining poverty of shyness
bely pointing satisfaction
impenetrably viaducted
from urethra straight into wholly soul
skinless gargantuan faculty
driven downwind/needing
not upkept, ejaculation metabolic
in sacrum from peat/
when your kiss evades
I might wish in gravity
you stumble: a want to save
something worth the effort
and deserving, impossible to hold
for from my baby
cradle come the rocking

24 September 2012

Ill-battened hutches



Phonic-bound consciousness, by digital emblazon
delivered so to guffawer surveilling
margins as if I would not kiss, literally
for the life of me, mystical
self, bone-culled frailty
scythe intoning to bitter knees
unblemished chlorophyll and deveined graphite
-this versatility of form, championed valedictory
matter, rarefied loveliness that is you
trove liberated in feet's wake
dispelling loves myth, furlough in bluster
scuttling, gladly greeted as stranger;
     just one second - where have we
     fumbled more heartily, a Bessemer to gauche
parboiling turnip and mustards
green semaphore, by not meaning
what I intend, breathe, vulcanize of experience
doeful, toward cessation of revealing
formica shuttled with power drill
into cement, still further into gravel
eventually soil and crumble
anchor unwisely cast purloin's distraughtment:
blueprint's all gone to shit, unfurling
directly into rags; I foster glitches
     promise, never become smitten
     except in service of Hyde, be
     witch's I, buttressing ascertainable
metronomic, gravity alighted
plucker on frothing string, throngs
neck of civility, to which we gait
tubularly cast divine into finity on the hour
and we made that up as well-
done! Now stomach the sight
of enfeebled, smutty man infesting chronicle
for all desiderative, I bow but do not
wither for a sign wringing my hands from afar
ascent displacing utter tractibility...
Waveforms empowering disbelief, command belief 
into those for whom anything, that yet may be
something etch-worthy litigates, abberant, searchless
deferring rest, which is more than
will be said of, schemed on
sustained with, settled for by me-

12 September 2012

a breast on the fingernail moon

spy I whiplashed the wane of
jacking off, I think for you

suffocated and siphoning
minerals up up up spare

touch that darling
pinkens virginal witch brew

mended in minestrone cauldron
by blooming parka's swallow

fantasy toughens up sound
grumbling roll in solemn dawn

05 July 2012

How long has it been?

im ok. im better. im going to be here. im here now. i matter somewhere. sleep isnt coming unless. my consciousness is at capacity. to be unnecessary, unbelievable. luck complies with demand. have crumbles, lapsing, shingled, provenance. under influence of perspiration. drown, less river, endurance. surrender, if home is ever. neither yu nor I, bridge. gallery for squandering. it is and isnt me. its me at banana's foot. bumble of mythology. merger otherwise definitively.


   ***


its been a long time since I had a reason or invitation, but ive carried on and prospered, then i didnt so much, then I fed myself from banana tree, which explains my roots entangled, lack of misery

Thank you for being me


This is how yu say my name
how I ask for it
in my own way
traipsing thru dandelions I wield
abberation from skill set
mad at the world
while not giving a shit
pallid is the crossed-eye
square with tha seasons
unbreathing if that's possible
known to everyone but self
isn't it well to be wise
carefully planned, nothing left
behind in breakfast nook
to haunt yu all day
like unmade bed, asshole trained
to pucker and spit back out
tha jones, prior to being cut
flask open spills into back pocket
to reclaim my spirit, stick out yr tongue
upward motion across strained denim
scan for scotch, taste buds clutch
command to which rips tha black
thread and there's a hole
in my heart born to be filled
there's space for at least one more
if yu can be quick, look at me
know I'm your bitch
for now your slave and something else
new name attached to existing digits
in mobile contact list

18 February 2012

Stranger still

Everything that can be ordered
has fallen out of
favor with its sheath.
Pellets pierce crooked flesh
enters voluminously the breeze.
Eyes are greeted by cluttered
bird's mind- consequence of turning
attention too heartfully inward.
Vast is my appetite to be
brief, yet I am not the strangest.
You are stranger still.

Seven Songs



Don't be sorry*


Don't say no before our time is over

don't let me go if yu don't really want to

the problem is: if yu act, then your actions speak for yu,

and if yu stall, well sometimes there's just no talking to-




but if you're sorry then you're sorry and I already know

if you're sorry then you're sorry, just let it go

if you're sorry then you're sorry, just let it be

if you don't do it for yourself then do it for me




you don't have to be beholden to anyone

noone brings you anything except their gun

and while you're staring at the trigger they're out having fun




if you're sorry, really sorry, baby yu don't have to be

cos all our friends know it's not yu it's me

to all of them I turned my back in their hour of need

the greatest gift I gave them was to become a memory




but the universe is not finite!

Neither was the starlight

reflected in your eyes...




I remember you!

And when I do I'm happy

I hope you know I'm sorry...









Impermanently


Glorious heartbreak


sensory I can't divorce from the meaning that I heard

scared of the sky, I fell short of the bird




No classic sign

I take it to mean you're doing alright without me

to clarify for mother earth: I tend your gardens but I can't unswerve




Iceberg's in the way

cattails no longer sway

milk has no breast from which to spill

impermanent it!




How diligent must cloud seem to gust, whipping, and thrush?

All above

impermanent like us!




Humane instinct

carry me to him in the past I confuse for today

if it happens to me, it just so happens to be unexplainable...




Is there nothing that can't be undecided by or do

you know one who

speaks only what's true?




Is the path to negate all catastropes (impermanent love), sanctuary (desirable fool), memory (many come), dynasty (few go):




You and me all the way

you and me back home

you and me remain there

impermanently!









Wasted breath


Have I been blind?

Have I been unkind?

Have I been lost or absent?

Have I been a waste of time?




Have I been right?

Have I been wrong?

Have I been so far away yu didn't remember my name?




Yu lost memories of my face,

yu could draw in place of me

anybody walking down the street.

This was your living grace:




To move on, all yu had to do was stand up.

To move on, all yu had to do was get up.

To move on...




Yu got right on,

and yu wasted breath when yu turned aroud and yu said, 'Fuck off'.

Yu wasted your breath,

but that's alright.




You'll get along.

Go on and get along.

Yu wasted time,

go on, get along...









Make it right


Carry on

I don't have courage

to stay the night...




Now what's wrong?

I don't want to waste another life!




I don't usually see the point of getting to know

last names, addresses, the inner soul...




If I got another chance to make it right,

I'd take it this time!




I fly solo

so I can know

what's it like

to leave when I

- and only I can -

make it right!









Pretending I'm me


You may not be the master


or meant to meet your demise


in any specific disaster


yet it's to your benefit to realise






you may not be the one


hell, neither may I


please everybody


but what's the hurt in trying?






Try... oh we like to fit into


the machine already constructed


black and blue from ages rotting


body and bowl are plastic


merely here - and that's the point


of loving you






I love me too


love me too






Please just imagine


entertain the possibility


that you were not meant for stardom


darkness doesn't fall so much as gleam






...that it's your response (and everyone's)


fighting, praying, dithering


to bask against the friction of destination


if that's what you mean


to do: then you must and may.






If not: I couldn't agree more


I'm surprised to find


life is and isn't a dream


nothing is first, and come we, then never were -


and that's just fine






...it has to be fine


you're going to be fine!






Lights on, lights off


what you got against yourself?


I won't stand by anymore






purporting to understand...


Like I'm me, you're just pretend -


but there's so much more to see!









A wait


Except for weight of the world, all I hear tonight is your heart


pounding resplendent fisheye lens of blood cells


distress - nothing left of the summer container for our love


tacit misshapen sparks welding doorframe shut


fat betrays on my wide-open belly, dumb-founded mark


of blast and dragon, some unsoon dawn


where has it, who, that


...feeling that something is inside, I'm not alone?


...windows open, a flat to call our home?


I'm no rock, neither flesh nor bone


you're not mine now, you never were -


I wouldn't have it any other way!


If not tomorrow, sea, sky, depth, height, or weight:


forever will have us today.









For a dear friend


Columbine, sweet columbine


in dead of springtime


1999






sweet coloumbine scented the air


on our date I felt so fair


what'd we even do, and where?






I was not yet eighteen years old


thought that's what you'd been waiting for


but we couldn't wait any longer






so I kissed the first man I truly loved


a best friend I didn't need or want


because of what we didn't have in common


I write now to say I love you, Scott Husmann






the kindness you bore out


and eventually into my body, participant


but not apex of pent-up


longing and respect (explanation:






I'm humbled to have met you, and to maintain your friendship


all success and good fortune the universe has


in store - though it does not know you're here


and will not notice when you've gone - is what I wish for you)






then we learned of shots flung by Dylan and Erik


and they shot the black kid because he was black.*




* Please click for link to source.

05 January 2012

Don't forget to breathe


It’s not for nothing
that you are stricken, dreamstate having
its way with you right now
which is forever and I’m burning hair
pasta with beetles and coconut sauce
won’t win you any friends
and that’s something that happens
these are the threads of the ladder
back up Moses I have no father
my name is in a language without weather
seek one who presses her breasts
against the glass of a mirror
slick as (please don’t take
my) Mondays away-

I apologize for wearing
the dress you were buried in
at my college graduation, in closing
I forgive supply and demand
accept no responsibility for its function
I’m not worth anything
but I’d like a big bowl if you’re
offering - don’t forget to be
diseased, and it’s falling out
dream tooth is the mouthpiece
of all reality, and it’s gonna
find you and make you pay
for all those wasted years of loveliness hollowing
carcasses of prophets and desire
to read them infected the dying
which is to forever as singer is to
songwriter - one and the same when
heard from above and farther away
even regretful for growing more

more distant pulsar
without mind or imagination
broken free of my trap

When I was restless and weeding one day
in that megalopolis by subway
arrived a breathless deceiver feet-swollen
come to draw no one away from their faith
offering belief in self some voodoo thing (I’m sorry
for being racist) willing to
enforce it easy to be forgiven
because he asks for forgiveness
don’t forget to ask for forgiveness
if you want to matter, let your actions
settle, your words unclutter
let your days be spent with pens
in hand perspiring - do not defend yourself
against the vainglory or honest
those in drink or headspun reverie
they spied your spoon and extendable
fork now all the colonies claim duress
demanding representation without taxation
but even centurions on horses need hooves
to brandish the stick or cow with a bun
baked rye with golden raisins anterior
scene of one cell being nourished
surviving - won’t you let that
biology be?  All we are paid to do is
grieve, piss, and dance

Don’t forget to off yourself
when the sauce is peak temperature
(with no absolute hot, roiling seductively
in its galactic pot is no longer unseemly or worth
indefinite simplicity, uninterrupted prairie
disastrous to feel any human connection to one or another)
reminiscence breeds misinformation so please
stop dreading.  We get to pick
boulder to be placed atop the pit
where all humanity’s ideas and
accomplishments will turn to tar
I hope we can use nails in the wall
if so, I’ll lean the frontispiece like a
funhouse of history - forward and
threatening to topple us underneath,
clearly erasing any of that worry
you treasure much more than your
brothers (no rest for the weary or wicked) having bungled
the seed of one thousand nations
once in a while it becomes possible
to catch glimpse of dribble on
our shorts, having come
after an insufficient shake - that is something that happens also
- restaurants close their
shutters for hurricane of famished revelers
enduring crisis of lasting
peace so they worshipped him
now he is the night’s Special plate
served with no sides, simmering

Weapon of my spirit, crystalline arm backwards-bent
in sling, rise up now to perform my deference
foreign eyes traverse the script we
excrete and notice how slippery
is the censure of grace, non-plussed
as you are comfortable in your body
matastasized, appendage amplified to tool
your goofy appearance is only exceeded
in inanity by that which spurts forth
here, now gushing like rain lions
don’t take very long to quench desert
soil and overfill roots of herbs
for lizard get to scurrying - don’t forget
to breathe when the android or half-dead
band hunting drift towards - think of
yourself as always surrounded, alone
on the menu and infinitely hungry.