Friday, March 29, 2013

one in the same

it is the easier       clench
holding onto the dotted line

fumbling checkeredly
                                   yet attainable


a mutual darkness

shared only by an unclenching

                    you                 are your own backbone

in the latter

and on it
leading towards what can only be

tallied vases on the floor

dripping 'you could have beens'

further unclenching

to the tune of Miles    the second

    And only one is marked

the extruded bones of
old quills

quailing exuberant lies
that taste like summer
        and blow like fall

beckoning us to

follow their given pathway until its belly
is cleaned

yellow droplets on the floor.

or let go let go let go

and follow no one
leading nowhere

making postcards in post script
you will see

it will be the same and it could be different

Sunday, March 24, 2013

i prayed for wings as a child, then i learned that there's art in packing or do you remember tetris

let us wheel our take-homes home at our own speed   you've given it to us    you who have     worked    for it so hard     should we read the directions the whole time   blacked out like bundles of blind fellows in that allegory i read    that one time  or  who here has a file    if you work long enough at something you'll eventually see god   i actually heard he's playing at the 5 spot in june   if you'll allow me     i'll tell you in hand signals     what it is to be     its times like these i remember playing spades   the game won by avoiding tricks   and taking bags   what a concept

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Don't ask me why we're here, you won't get very far

the sum of one and 20

fragility in the making

framed inflictions
in bit sized counterparts

plus-ing and misusing

like a basketball dribbles baskets

            there is a void created

without blues
i'm talking            of course

about the music

because there is room you see

rivaling spaces
counts resembling

accounts of detail              contending
spastic consequences

between the basic



(for the musically inclined)

it seems basic enough
but back to basics we must go in order to see the end

this is a story of progress however

                                       lets not get lazy

like looking in the rearview mirror while driving
only we're not driving

                   (but we should be)

      the difference between taking out the trash

let us not forget our heros

and it is difficult to say
                                                   but someone has to

and the lines are blurred
you see

but not because they have to be

the clocks are melting
                                        but have not melted

the goepoliticus egg hatched

                 but not      as of yet            winged

like a cafeteria line waning
and your still reading the subject line