Eternity held quick by

the layman’s breeches.


Can we get an equation

or a shower to pour

down their throats?

father sun

sun set new coordinates

as he flew to us, left ’a

spread of orange and red

hues of flesh and day


sun bore his light into us

as he flew to us, blackened

our already burned bodies

with soot and dust


We never knew how black

the light would shine

when we closed our…

nightburst

azure winter towns set

against the backdrop of ‘a

broken white-stone quarry

where the earth does spit up

bits of rock and gravel pomace

we wept as the sun turned

toward the morrow

infinity-imagined:

Solar Activity, December 14th, 2012, at high temporal resolution.

‘saw the phantom run of the night-birds

and their wings lit up with shadow

season

summer sessions of sky blue and warm flesh
we spent a whole day at our work

falls’s rains and fall’s cool fires
we ran and ran and ran and ran and…

fell.

Feel the…

winter protests of smoke and blackened pine
we saw a span of wings fly

spring discardings of ice and costume
we thatched the yellow earth to turn it green

Because…

seasons come
and go and come and come and go and…

where the cool hounds walk

You could see it from the edge of your seat
set alive by the wind, a frosted marvel painted in white
It was hard to stay awake in the dark of her menace
the great black bitch pushing and pressing the mind

Set alive by the wind, a frosted marvel painted in white
the phantom hound trapped us all into her corner
The great black bitch pushed and pressed our minds
She was above us, seeking her prey as well as her kin

The phantom hound trapped us all into her corner
She scared us from sleep with the dark of her menace
On us now, she found her prey as well as her kin
We barely said a word as the storm pulled us from our seats

I saw up ‘em up in the sky, floating

they were higher than where the birds fly


cold air burst into another’s lungs

and forced the canister to drop from unsteady hands

the cold chrome cage fell to rest on his skin

it burned him but he didn’t care ‘cuz…


the sun was burning and we were close to it

a great metal fence stood trying to block us from the edge

we sat up in the heights, not caring because we could see color in the air

it was as green as the great marble sea below


‘looked behind me and saw him there

others pushed and pulled at our skin from behind

as he fell over the edge, his hands grasped for me

and we both toppled over into the dusk.

Anxiety

I guess I’ll go on walking endlessly with a nervous twitch; the fear sticking a long needle into my gut; the anxiety forcing me to wake up. And so…I guess I’ll go on walking


from now until I find my home. Home being the place where my dead mind will reside after my body has died. Home being a catatonic limbo where I watch old movies play on the wall. Home being where the shadows go when the night dies. Home being where they scatter my ashes after my bodies’ been burned up. Home being none of those things. Home being peace, and peace of mind.


See, my mind likes to go walking in the dark and thrusts fear into my brain. My mind spurns the mad beast from it’s corner and scares me from home. It goes where the rains fall, and turns the sweet-water to mud just to land the mess back in my head.



Sometimes it’s hard to breath through anxiety’s angled lens and I forget what it allows me to see. It pumps adrenaline into my bloodstream for no apparent reason. My eyes focus and my fingers twitch. I grasp at the world and and try to see it’s stitches. I succeed and find beauty there, despite the pain. A lot of the time it’s hard to see on account of anxiety’s sting.


But…It’s okay ‘cuz I’ll keep on walking from now until I find my home on account of the taut strings and the beauty to behold in between. From now until I find my home, I’ll go walking..


On account of the taut strings

and the pull of things