11/10/08
PRIMEVAL
The general public
has been crucified
on the morning news
It was on a Tuesday
and very few bothered
to sing the blues
Cardinal treacheries awaited
in pacifist nations and
Castrated generals saluted
to shadow puppet ministrations.
Institutions who formerly avowed
active humanitarian support
had their principles degenerated
so slowly over time the economy
like the encrustation of salt
in a tropical island community,
they ruined it for me, spoonfed
moderates choking on their status-quos.
Who knows what follows
in the likes of their shoes?
Could it be each step into
their professed dream-
-a crumbled dusting in
the wake of their true path-
What is a true step anyhow,
what about across a star?
From one orbit to the next
of planet leaping stones
or one cluster of suns to
another, an intersolar brother
unfound wanted crystal
dreamed-of, precisely
imagined, a stellar chain
of nucleotides connected
through transience.
In waking awariness
unsuspecting each
other's presences
while the dense
distance breathes
in and out among
the scattered light
trails of the
suicide stars
8/26/08
SWALLOW THE SUN
here goes a fine dark scary
n=sinister, type grade amb
i aren't poetry the surface
reflectors are. i mean your
eyes. the camera lens. you
n=sinister, type grade amb
i aren't poetry the surface
reflectors are. i mean your
eyes. the camera lens. you
8/20/08
INTIMACY
Into me, see.
Assignment
to me:
Exclusivity,
Sensitivity.
Excuse me,
Can you sense it?
This communion.
So much like
a shared secret
Between us,
what do you mean.
Is nothing sacred
Except your
street cred?
Incredible.
I'm dispensable.
No worries.
Your secret's
Safe with me.
Assignment
to me:
Exclusivity,
Sensitivity.
Excuse me,
Can you sense it?
This communion.
So much like
a shared secret
Between us,
what do you mean.
Is nothing sacred
Except your
street cred?
Incredible.
I'm dispensable.
No worries.
Your secret's
Safe with me.
4/20/08
OCULAR AUDITION
A dusted
photograph
blown memories
& lost autographs
have chosen fate
over mere acceptance
Anise water
if the weather's
nice otherwise
freeze a frown
in a bucket of ice
Let it all go before
denial resurrects
imploded treasures
into a painting coated
in fine particles
one dares to measure
before the auction
3/21/08
GLYPH
I don't want to
go to outer space
while there's still
uncharted inner territory
to explore. How could you
face that distance without
even knowing what's near?
And what's more, why did
you leave me, my dear--
to make it to shore?
I will be fine on
my own, I thought
that was taken
for granted.
Since when
had I shown
otherwise, when
I looked in your
eyes? If you look
in my eyes, you'll
see devotion.
Please, don't
leave me
stranded
on this
ocean.
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