mud from the river-bottom sieves through my heart and dries brown tile upon the sunny corridors of hope. shaken by the fist of my own excitement I feel my lungs fill with salt left by the cataracts of beautiful plants breathing. to hold all of you for one moment would be to watch it crumble [...]
Archive for August, 1991
Midion
Posted: August 26, 1991 in PoetryTags: Boy, Cry, Dreams, Echo, Eye, Hope, Mirror, Monster, Moon, Nothing, Salt, Shadow, Sleep, Trees
Come, friend that crawls, Thing that scuttles from faintest light, Horrid apparition that hides its face; Stand with the blackest night, My skull revealed in awful majesty Atop my cape of dark childhood fears, Flowing in a wind of charnel fog. I summon thee from the torment of years…
I doze off to wake up surrounding by stars floating on a sea of moth dust and butterfly wings with children singing nursery rhymes and I can’t move; there are so many flowers all bearing fruit lightning arcs between stars as I watch the dance of their rotation then doze off and wake up here.
Butt’s Up
Posted: August 15, 1991 in PoetryTags: Computer, Dark, Friend, Glasses, Hope, Laughter, Princess, Wizardry
oh yeah. I wasn’t even allowed to compete in the darkie circle where you were allowed hope. my identity was my glasses and the computer that was my entertainer. all the people I called friends would have sacrificed each other in a moment for a turquoise ray of hope at possibly being cool. I wish [...]
alley flower
Posted: August 14, 1991 in PoetryTags: Flowers, Green. Purple, Mirror, Night, Sleep, Universe
fiery stamen and splay-topped tendrils; multicolored electric octopus, singing, gesturing in Indian splendor inside a spherical universe of glass; mysterious flower writhing to the silence of the void; infinipodal walker, reaching and grasping at a terrible mirror, constantly searching the circumference; hot green stalks sadly follow my curious fingertip across the sky as I trace [...]
I build more friends to aid me when you’re gone. I build songs to pass the time; the melancholy ones sound the best. I build whole worlds to think about that never get explored. I build schemes to make you happy and giggle and cry and love me more. I build creatures mute and motionless [...]
I am Mister Gnarly in my corridors of bones, chewing gristle from burrowed skulls, populating my empty rooms with ivory treasures; fragile sculptures of vertebrae; bones licked clean of graveyard dust; balanced and braced in my honeycombed ways. filthy I throne upon a cowhead, rotting with my dessicated flesh, searching for people that I knew, [...]
will you spend your time translating to a poor monkey everything? tell me everything. I want all of you: beautiful hideous wonderful embarrassing… I want you. banana. I will bend to your every whim. anything – ask. I trust you want me for me not because of a potential for change. I return the complement [...]
talk; remember to talk or else you will walk remember oh I hope I remember like soap relationships are and I can say so far this is the One oh one slip, she’ll go remember to communicate it’s never too late to tell her what’s real: how I feel.
watching the clouds beautiful playing graceful in the sky’s meadows. I lift my arms, ask for storms to pour their fruit on me with no words, fervent kisses winked like hope thrown as confetti stolen by a monkey wind to go where the lost helium balloons go.
Death I smelled tonight As I homeward rode my bike: PEZ candy. Pedalling with the speed Of a frightened child, This one thought of horrifying familiarity; That Death smelled exactly Like PEZ candy. Hills rose to belabor my lungs And plunged to struggle my brakes As I smelled that candy, Dashing from lake to lake [...]
running around on your plains stark naked – I am fun. I see windows to look through at your artwork I stand on tiptoes! I have no money to pay to get in. I smile that I love you wink beyond the flashbulbs for ME! and (maybe) I will go away. I am your artwork [...]
bitten by the little Monster I bought at the Swap Meet, I chased it down the alleyway aisles, caught it, spanked it by the neon pants and the cheap stereo outlet.
it is difficult to look into your eyes for too long from the weight of the compliment of the love you return me. if only I could say it a little differently every day. fears of boredom, of loss, of lightning chatter my teeth, bind my tongue when I struggle to just love you.
uncomplicated happiness is the key to joy: J-O-Y three letters, infinite fun simple as speedy wood grain easy as a bean burrito when you are hungry; a present or a surprise for yourself like a flower or a video game, twenty-five cent drug trip life death and reality are just that simple free your mind [...]
