Eternity held quick by
the layman’s breeches.
Can we get an equation
or a shower to pour
down their throats?
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…
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
Solar Activity, December 14th, 2012, at high temporal resolution.
‘saw the phantom run of the night-birds
and their wings lit up with shadow
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…
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.
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