would have known her in a crowd of a thousand
******* and genitalia had been carved with elaborate care
these are the gods who have been forgotten
their last priests died without passing on their secrets
ideas are more difficult to be killed than people
like pebbles dropped o by o into a deep
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they navigated the green sea
by the stars
by the shore
when the shore was only a memory
the night sky overcast and dark
by the faith
the sun as distant and cold as a dull silver coin
ice crystals on the asphalt
glittered like diamonds in the morning sun
the world in the mist had become a pencil drawing
executed in a dozen different grays
when the shadows are long
that is my time
and you are the long shadow
the moonlight drained colors into ghosts of themselves
take the leap from the leafless
and dance on nothing until the dancing was done
we travel a spiral where
the quickest way is sometimes the longest
at night you're rubbing yourself against wormfood
slick as a snake in a barrel of butter
patches of white against an iron-grey sky
each a lacework of fractal art
touching your tongue with cold and winter
kissing your face with its hesitant touch
before freezing you to death

incogitable is the question
you've asked yourself
since you could form
thoughts dense enough to grasp
quandaries these daily citizens
are encouraged
"not to be contemplated"

unthinkably aware of your surroundings
that you tend to notice cracks
in the side-stomped concrete
three-point-five seconds before
my ankle ever twists

and yet, your eyebrows carved canyons
in sweaty, porous sediment
caked onto the blood-fed silkscreen
stretched below your hair

you didn't believe me when i told you
cameras will litter the city streets
innumerable greater than the lampposts
illuminating your view of my sprained ankle
(you missed that one, by the way)

you honestly believed that everyone
thinks about everyone else
because that's what you do

but boy, I gotta tell ya,
you are not like anyone else
you're the high-flyin pilot
star visible to the naked eye
caught behind the crescent of the moon
yet still shining through
and some may even come close enough
to brush heat waves you emanate from that hot heart

unfortunately, your perennial denizens
rely on waxen wings
crashing anxiously homeward
to moss-laden paradises
they make up
twisting neural networks into bundles

here i recline
pierced through the retina
held fast iron-gripped heart
legs tight and fingers licked
incogitably cognizant
of each
and every
answer
           || Restricted Access Memory ||
will not permit to ponder

ponder for longer than
a second anyway
but a second is all you
need to receive
seventeen-thousand-four-hundred-and-forty-two
percent of your daily value
of vitamin E




(that stands for Enlightenment, people)

snowflakes burn more than the dog leash,
you told me to hold back in nam,
and if you think,
that a troll is a unicorn,
then, I'm sorry, my friend,
you've never seen a unicorn before..
on the other hand,
I have seen a unicorn,
soaring across the sky,
morphing from man,
to wolf,
to animorph,
and landing in a cascade of rainbows,
and one more thing,
if you think,
that you know it all,
well, there are wonders out there that you have yet to see,
and if you think you're right,
about anything,
then you've never met a unicorn before.

this one is for the girl,
the one whose presence in my life,
rings like the screams of thumbtacks in my shoes,
whose words bite at my ankle,
the crab that cannot find another place to pinch,
and you know,
the moment,
when she walks away,
her *** brings my eyes to her,
quicker than a magnet attracts a compass,
because, we know, that no matter how the trees fall,
and the ice freezes the locks on our doors,
we'll always have a home to share in each other,
yeah, I can't walk a straight line,
without worrying about the pebbles in my socks,
but I know, the moment I get home,
you'll be there to rub my feet,
and I've learned, that when I see her body,
shakin' in the way that she sways it,
the heat between us is something of a fusion reaction,
two different elements, coming into one,
creating waves of thermal radiance,
oh, but the way her tongue lashes me,
the master, whipping her slave into working shape,
my body quivers and collapses,
and at her feet I'll lay,
a broken heap,
and somehow, when I look into her eyes,
the way they stare into my soul...
nothing ever happened,
and my body has climbed the ladder of evolution,
there I stand in herculean brilliance,
she'll waltz over to me,
swaying those..
****** hips,
and I'll wrap one arm around that flawless waist,
and we're one,
and the world is nothing.

from the ground, the earth seems so far around,
climb a few rickety stairs,
you see, distance just gets shorter,
seems like the distance between us,
the chasmic, drastic drop in pressure,
floating in the air separates two mountains,
remove the pretenses,
smash the awkward in the gallbladder,
there is nothing removing one from all,
realize now, we're all so tall.
this place is just a stage,
a stance to find your feet and grab your heart,
everything we've ever done is a masterpiece,
and on this thin needle we can see miles,
but not the reason for our smiles,
empathy is wasted on those,
when you can't read your self,
so take this heart of mine,
and hold yourself tight,
because this is about to get tremulous.

my innocence flutters in the breeze of your gaze,
as I dream away the haze of your face,
the lights dissolve the velvet of your ear,
breaking my porcelain lungs, time erased,
all I demand is a constant place,
dropped down the chasm from your leg,
to your heart,
where polaris shimmies ****, yet alert,
in the way our eyes can't adjust to stare into the sun,
and the way our fathers have a hard time looking their sons in the eyes,
telling you that everything will be okay with a hollow heart,
but I will tell you now,
all will be okay.
even if you must pull cubes out of
paper circles and dance barefoot
on flying volcanic rock, it will
be okay.
you know tomorrow is only a day away,
if you recline in your rocking chair,
begging for a sooner arrival of the next,
I'll sing you a broken prayer
tearing you farther from the air.

Amorphous blobs of yellow and white
Fly by the candle sticks in the hall
Halls melt hourly when they meet light
Fire of the candles makes paint fall
The blue mixes with the yellow
They make a mellow green
The bowls holding the wax afloat
See the world through a cello screen
The man in the middle glares with watery
Eyes on fire in purple airs
All this time the song keeps playing
Endless, toneless, knocking
on, off, on, off
the music never stops
till the hall melts from the candlesticks in the bowls catching the wax through the cello screen with the green mellow light, but even the man in the middle with the flaming watery eyes cant stop the music from throbbing its beat, drilling into our ears, you can hear it can't you? I can see it, silly you
Until I see the blobs of yellow and white.
Good bye, I'll see you in the morning light.