Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Purple Knots - new song/work in progress
I'm taking a swim in darkened depths
my fingertips and all the rest are
roots and rocks and bulbs and pests
to challenge the ever blinking
dwindling casing of skin that ties me into purple knots
caress my heart and break the fever that has left my brains to rot
the dirt is cool against my weight
mechanical insects abate the
fear that I can't change my fate
or challenge the ever blinking
dwindling casing of skin that ties me into purple knots
caress my heart and break the fever that has left my brains to rot
my fingertips and all the rest are
roots and rocks and bulbs and pests
to challenge the ever blinking
dwindling casing of skin that ties me into purple knots
caress my heart and break the fever that has left my brains to rot
the dirt is cool against my weight
mechanical insects abate the
fear that I can't change my fate
or challenge the ever blinking
dwindling casing of skin that ties me into purple knots
caress my heart and break the fever that has left my brains to rot
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
tug of war
I finger the sand (dust)
it gets in the cracks of the hard dirt
packed firm by the blinding heat of the sun
the dryness helps me
it lessens the damp in my ocean heart
drown or drought
the desert shows my bones
offered up to celestiality
my cracks and holes filled with wind and particles of old
water takes all, a selfish draft
steals the air and floods the shafts of the mind
both hurt, both still
cold and lucid
it gets in the cracks of the hard dirt
packed firm by the blinding heat of the sun
the dryness helps me
it lessens the damp in my ocean heart
drown or drought
the desert shows my bones
offered up to celestiality
my cracks and holes filled with wind and particles of old
water takes all, a selfish draft
steals the air and floods the shafts of the mind
both hurt, both still
cold and lucid
kid
I wish to have the eyes of a child
everything new and nothing quite comfortable
whatever you encounter in any given moment is it
the only true thing
time allowed to touch a woodchip
so light, so able to peel apart
so ready to become a sanctuary
or a boat
or a currency
constant and evolving delight from a single glance
giddy screams, a terror to be sought
the statement of facts--"that is a bird"
relentless reminders of one's own knowledge and worth
a king one morning, a peasant in the afternoon
an eight o'clock cat sipping milk on the kitchen floor
reality and imagination interchangeable and perfectly coexistent
what is loneliness to an inventor or explorer?
all things need gentle aid
tangibility exists in every plane
and nothing is enough
everything new and nothing quite comfortable
whatever you encounter in any given moment is it
the only true thing
time allowed to touch a woodchip
so light, so able to peel apart
so ready to become a sanctuary
or a boat
or a currency
constant and evolving delight from a single glance
giddy screams, a terror to be sought
the statement of facts--"that is a bird"
relentless reminders of one's own knowledge and worth
a king one morning, a peasant in the afternoon
an eight o'clock cat sipping milk on the kitchen floor
reality and imagination interchangeable and perfectly coexistent
what is loneliness to an inventor or explorer?
all things need gentle aid
tangibility exists in every plane
and nothing is enough
the sustaining of cold chords
esthetic is sensation
the right beams of sound
the truest sustain
sustain the full and the hollow
crackles of speed and heat
melt the ecstasies of feel
a glorious drone
to correct the dank thrones of despair
rid the gilded of all shadows
never a flicker or shot
sustain that light air
coating all with sumptuous mind breath
speak old and young with vitals
to sustain is to call on the numinous ruins of holy lands
tear the hand away from the mouth and give up your lungs
a collective motion/sustain
made by tissue that is ever-liminal and transcendent
the right beams of sound
the truest sustain
sustain the full and the hollow
crackles of speed and heat
melt the ecstasies of feel
a glorious drone
to correct the dank thrones of despair
rid the gilded of all shadows
never a flicker or shot
sustain that light air
coating all with sumptuous mind breath
speak old and young with vitals
to sustain is to call on the numinous ruins of holy lands
tear the hand away from the mouth and give up your lungs
a collective motion/sustain
made by tissue that is ever-liminal and transcendent
altitude headaches & everything turbulence
eyes in hand, I remember how my skin is pushed around by intangible neurons. the contact of invisible everythings and the clashing of lightwaves--loud as armageddon--corrode my pride and exhaust my heart.
a swim in the salt of unknown seas
a dance in the arms of unknown air
the calypso of life in and out my ear weighed on my senses. joints crumbled like broken trust and inside my constitution was burning on gallons of eager gasoline. my opals became conduits for Hunger, grew a thousand rows of shark teeth and feasted shamelessly. unabashedly. my tapestry of heartstrings is stained with the best blood. I would risk it all for a walk in such ecstatic purgatory.
a swim in the salt of unknown seas
a dance in the arms of unknown air
the calypso of life in and out my ear weighed on my senses. joints crumbled like broken trust and inside my constitution was burning on gallons of eager gasoline. my opals became conduits for Hunger, grew a thousand rows of shark teeth and feasted shamelessly. unabashedly. my tapestry of heartstrings is stained with the best blood. I would risk it all for a walk in such ecstatic purgatory.
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