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ekaj revae May 2014
wait for it and it doesn't come

caught off guard 

incredulous singing



squawking pigeons

six in the morning

kings of the ready

dead finch



cats eat feathers

in the house of cards

down stairs ready

house of carnivores



company functions

canvass paints numbers

paints horses riding
steady in mind--

through

windy
 ozark meadows

six in the morning

while the finch
sleeps in
ozark pigeons earlymorning
ekaj revae Apr 2014
george washington had false ivory
teeth, and false dreams
of ivory fields
with the ghostly
asphodel flowers
lingering in the
gloom eternal
where not even
the poets could afloat
from their river of Lethe
and there our nation lays
its fate passing
SLEEP and DEATH
BROTHERS at the gates
of fake dreams where not even
Faunus can talk them out of it
ekaj revae Apr 2014
conflicting emotions jim
beaming around this town
he’s got these reasons i can’t
confound. you can smile or you can
laugh with him. cause in the end
we’re steeped unsounded
in his grease

i can sing my wisdom
or my caddy songs
but i always i result
to ancient calls

i have patterns
and i have my doubts
but one things certain
is unending drought

a gift of a cup of
a life to fill
i got this sound
and spreading
out no guilt

and it goes


phone drops in the *** roast
ekaj revae Apr 2014
wake up stare up
at the shapes they make
dinosaurs, t-rexes mostly
the state of oklahoma
and jesus’s face
im awake but not hungry
smelling my stomach
tasting what i want
which is coffee
some stimulant
to exercise to jolt my mind
its utmost function
of the shapes in the water
and their shadows in the shower
within the newfound
blue sky blue cloud
awareness,
the street of awareness
and harmony, like my friend
named Burns when she ‘created a slow,
two-step harmony
in her soul’
on Louis Street,
and that other song,
when it goes,  'Lord,
take me down to me
Mexico, Rosarito’s,
Baja, California...'

a place I’ve never
been.
ekaj revae Apr 2014
Clarification thru all things
tangible and real,
size-able and unceasing
      

      I see the dream thru
        the senseless belief
      
     mis-matched communication
     and halt,

      crying then for a logic,
      for a decree
      for windows to open
     (the in of me)

    think then and
    pause,
  
dislodge this pause
to a fine dime
of half-stricken guilt
while
I reckon\
     the all reckoning
            all expansive
            all the way human
    novelty

of experiment shuddering awake
the night
the fingers wading
and waiting

and so on,

to grow back

thru the rot
thru all the art
of a passion
of supernatural focus
to subjection

supernatural
  objection for
concentration

for a patience
to speak slow like
in old contemplation

groove suspends
balance secedes
and the moon rocks
the roots the river

and the beats,
always the beats
the blues,,
the pulse,,,

the music in
my rhythm's remedy
pulse

all expansion
piercing
the salt of it

burning clear
and clean
always stamping the gates
of iron wounds
ekaj revae Feb 2014
Sam’s on the corner
of Hormsby standin’ guard
eyes ****** cold
like the wolves icy glare
all the traffic of the world
is the streets he holds
through the thin air
the scene boils
to routine as he
stabs with fingers
flare
scoured is the body
of a fiend who shoots
at the sky
vision veers left as he
locks down freezing eyes
he ***** the pistol
in a shuffle barking
mother nature won’t  you
fall down
and die
slamming fists
crying pointing
at the cars  all
through their lines
I am sam, standing
guard and she can only
fly with my charm
holy creature in his anger
only shouting at the sidewalks
with no harm
ekaj revae Feb 2014
Another round to see who’s
got the crown now
drank from the wisdom
of the bottomless sink
empty route to now
Smoke routine crisp
cold air of the mountain
fire filled rings with the
the civil war owl
rising up from the ashes

Mud clogged stump
gets thrown to fire
burns so old a face
in the moon’s
horizon
Catching flame to ancient
places
sitting trenched
in alchemy’s graces
oh oh, dome of  trees
emerald moon
with the howl
from
trickster
Ccoyote
howls at the owls
like they’re
flying right
through me
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