5/1/12

twelve mornings are floral
twelve are crystal
twelve are sore
and nine are weary

to sear is to serve
quick lines like a knife
pittsburgh style
rare like lapis
in a pool of lime light
underneath a band of copper

New Work

memory that is soft still

baby girl you gonna keep bein blue on this crystal day and for all ever days
give me some of that paint slapped on my nose in the gentlest way
flannel wool and soft cotton metal shards fucking everywhere glowing like glass
the night spliced before amazing rotations and sage smoke on a couch in the middle of cement
warm cold new old kisses flow like the beautiful bullshit gin against one hundred pounds of blue plastic
blue like the dots and works in the sky
tears drip from our favorite trees and even though our eyes are wet our hearts are on fire
melting everywhere like the chocolate in your belly
brother you don't need to turn me away but oh boy I will reject your noise
cackle at the vapid ooze behind your horrible eyeballs
you two were the worst it ever got and it didn't even matter not for one second
checking on art was the name of the game dancing with wings and new faces
show me some love and I'll open up my glitter lung and we can eat up the joys of dawn and friendship
in an olive juice cocktail from the grocery store up the street
that blue sky was better than sex better than gravel crunching under tires on any road
was it better than the paint in my pores on my eyelids in my veins
better than the crooked stripe of oxidized sea foam between your eyes
it didn't get much better than being the object and product of a quest
wasn't so bad in fact wasn't anything better because we got it
got the love got it everywhere in every word in every sound in portable light
a souvenir courtesy of Fern Gully
I got filled with so much light from a silver cup of water and a palate of primaries
I got filled with purple beams and gold light so light we floated up to regions unknown
did so much kindling up there in ancient skies
hey Gwendolyn--we real cool too
cool like the blue shimmers of our wrists wrists that shook the night away from anything foundational
yeah we didn't worry about much except having a good time
melting pants got tenuous but we laughed that away lickety split
just as lickety as all the mouths I sucked dry
caught on film damn right
blue shirt boy gonna remember that the rest of his honeysuckle life
blue like the plaster on the sides of my face
dots stuck underneath the warm and safe magic of 6:00 brush
you didn't have to fix a single thing
a perfect coming as you are through my body to rest on my soft skin
soft as a memory as the liquid gold dissolving my hands and the bridge of my nose
I believe in blessings I believe in the violation of blessings
cruel fingers making wicked the greatest manna that lived inside
watching you watching your tools crumble in the claws of hags

liquid cart; i'm so glad you were born in my home; violation; you got a face with a view

Idumea

the words to my favorite Sacred Harp song:

And am I born to die?
To lay this body down!
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
A land of deepest shade
Unpierced by human thought
The dreary regions of the dead
Where all things are forgot
Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be!
Waked by the trumpet of sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies

lonely notes

to bristle with the multiple possibilities of morning
empty that mourning cavern from its hole
and treasure the veins in any surface crease
covered in creases I wake with a sigh

sung at starbucks

I'm at the backdoor at the backdoor at the backdoor
I'm going nowhere going nowhere going nowhere
I can't hold on too can't hold on too can't hold on too
I'm really teething really teething feel me breathing

bell rang sink drain dumb brain sweet kane

forceps and sight have left me dry
hold me high high or nigh
knit me tighter than I cry

suffer short shrift

swallow clutters tired bellyache sore lacquer wallow mellow mud
floral language
will sunlight speechless throat hungry drips burning sin sensation
repression image faraway blues precision simplicity hard conquer
remote battles
trembling tremors
still weight
circular holiness
band of strangers following up a vein quivering
all their might by sadness fell and done with empty satchels
glass has split fractured by triangles and the lens of the eye now aimless and turbulent
swimming in chapped skins distant and in other words alone
twelve men around a beating mind shift their gloves from hand to hand
irritated by foul wit
and smoldered fingers
ravens or crows are all that live in black fits
pits where diamonds crack and long to be melted into fine pastes
baggage whither mine or yours ore yours split seams and definition
now all true flew from a leaf deathly pale and brittle
most things are spindly as elastic and unfocused as day
fearing ultimatums that can truly bring surrender
only wheels have anything to fear at all

dicking around in the eyelids of others
just to jones with the bones of a boy that I know
bed bed sleepy head
wonder what you bought when you thought I was dead

smoke (gets) in your eyes

you tidy the room
stuffing a glass container with rubbers
and suddenly I too am stuck

all the love we have made
fits in a jar
I can hold in my hands

to sleep

ay me, the words blocked by ferocity
sinews twist the sanity away
the lungs hack with ferocity
and I can see no way
to maintain any thread of creation
dwindling ferocity in these cold nights
has found its way into the dregs
of creation
feeble twists of the wrist
eke panic out of eye sockets
restful in all forms of frenzy
heavy cheeks fall onto the ground
and cavernous with dead weight slip out of touch
without much of anything magnetic
poles do not track fear of falling
this sore stomach is made not of polar ice
rather, it is bleeding with iron
anemic for beautiful breath