I am unwise and I am unrisen, divided peace
churn-thickened by cultless following, and nobody is listening
or are not
where from, unto which extremes
do you weave too gaunt - give it up already:
I get it, you can be mean
to beast as well as I
know that of ink throb
through feeble bodies - crush on words
just is a byline, is not mastery itself
you can and do for ever to waste
yet it is so that one thing in you is governed
is that essentially this
taken leave of/for ingrate sense
from fear clerically trifling, bled mystery
who withers is not only that - it is not just you
there, now do you know who you are?
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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26 April 2013
18 March 2013
Me meal's chewin' jeans
Amazing how one tiny tear can
relieve an epoch of pain
if it was I who you mistook
for a cave kiss
raven in sorghum, with whom I do
not know where to expect
that we go
inveighing slicks up
or spite of your slime
tank so truffle-heavy,
are you the arugala leaf?
Cabiria, raring to parlay
imperceptible clowning
spooked by floor, no wonder
enjoins me to ceiling
of letting - but is not why the hum
mutt-bleakened canal
verdant plumage alone you
descend at once with ever
who, precise unto me resound: want
to unsee
spare all under all over - night scion
never beneath, gravelling
reduced to having unveiled no better
than your sex
even truthing to self
your affectionate improbability
so gravitate toward meaning
exhuming positions of star lights
ages ago
what about partisan
veering in toward
we, sans me, too far and too vast
doing without all but not desiring
relieve an epoch of pain
if it was I who you mistook
for a cave kiss
raven in sorghum, with whom I do
not know where to expect
that we go
inveighing slicks up
or spite of your slime
tank so truffle-heavy,
are you the arugala leaf?
Cabiria, raring to parlay
imperceptible clowning
spooked by floor, no wonder
enjoins me to ceiling
of letting - but is not why the hum
mutt-bleakened canal
verdant plumage alone you
descend at once with ever
who, precise unto me resound: want
to unsee
spare all under all over - night scion
never beneath, gravelling
reduced to having unveiled no better
than your sex
even truthing to self
your affectionate improbability
so gravitate toward meaning
exhuming positions of star lights
ages ago
what about partisan
veering in toward
we, sans me, too far and too vast
doing without all but not desiring
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