Have yet another
waiting to be free'd
another moment passes
& we remain

Give me room
Bring me forward
I require all of you & none of myself
Your letters disappeared
Somehow vanished
Just as love may vanish over years
pushed off among the faithful
squandered at my folly
How I long to know you
truly & unimagined
As you are
For yourself and not for me
though
sculpted by my love
Please remain
As I try to change

My shadow exposed
I feel the cold weight
of winter upon me

I am here with you
my brothers and sisters
isolated though we are
like islands in a vast sea
The poisons of our upbringings
need not taint the future
there is still time
there is no such thing as time
We were born into a lie
constructed of greed and blood
but the rich living mystery
it is incorruptible
It is waiting
fresh as the snow gathered on the lawn
In this cold Michigan winter
The time has come
to break the cycle of decay
of endless pain and insanity
to control the lust
which tarnishes
the gentle offerings of beauty & love
handed down by Nature
There is no better time to be alive
Than right now
In this moment

I've been feelin' like my
grandmother
about to explode
quiet as a lamb
gentle as the
first day of creation
I say yes to
everything
all that comes my way
yes to
forever & nowhere
everybody, everything & zero
yes to suffering with style
yes to all the holy malice of the day
yes to sun & moon broken up apocalypse

I have seen the human craters
absolving into fear pollution
pointed eyes
fearful w/ known suspicions
eyes full of disorder
far from freedom's glance
it' simple
here is where you strike
here is how you wound
the most easily observable
point of entry
is the way home
end the pointless suffering
take up
arms against arms against
all the
rows of rows of rows of

I got my powers
you got yours too
I am incapacitated
neck broke & delusional
I see all my dreams come true
how about you?

I am unfit
I am always winning
I am sour and taken into
strange abandoned factories
played out trumpet-songs
bring me to the place of no surrender
I am lone-born
son of man
father of none
made to taste the grey and pointed sky

I heard grandma's
endless soliloquy
spoken in the dark
nothing
nowhere
quiet as a lamb
besides, she had a good husband
I am watching light gather
volleyed off the mirrored room
spun into some strange flesh

I am all that's coming
all that was & nothing
nowhere

The Stranger's at the door
I am not sure anymore
Please forgive me
I am afraid

I will always be with you
In the small spaces of
Your mind
In every
Act or
Semblance
Or familiar form

sinews melting
in a viscous pool
of pure grain alcohol
Moroccan children
dance around the
fetid, stinking puddle
some dip their toes
& are swallowed up
forever
others *******
mingling their essence
with the swirling murk

In twilight imagined
all possibilities
peaceful dreams
In truth, we are slumbering gods
waiting/wishing to be woken
the incantation spoken
We've known it all along
It just came out all wrong
Soon to face it true
and asking: who are you?
It does not matter

Gonna have to serve somebody
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
I am running lips over teeth
Serve somebody
He thinks it's a game
Literally
This is an attempt at transcription
How many seas of immaculate color?
No memory
This is a page
This is a phase
Blowing In The Wind
How many years?
Absolutely odd angles

gravity acting on the sun
gravity in all directions
every person whose smile
is that of a seraph
sometimes thinking
maybe someone else
maybe the only
straight one
in five billion years
we will all still be here
no bigger than ourselves
not incredible
not violent
not becoming

I could build a fortress
out of time

he didn't understand
the technology
he had nothing
in his head
the night was
draped in fog
there was a
neon sign
it felt like
a dream

the belt's over the eastern horizon
& recollected everyone was fine
you could see it
then lightning broke the banners from the wall
if you just would come on out
& tell me what this night's about
while Diane wrapped her baby in a shawl
no one was watching
except to see the rising dark
Diana well
she's looking good
she hides her face
inside a
hood n' says
better hurry cos'
it's disappearing fast
& I don't wanna know her
no matter
cos' I can't
see it anyway
no plans inside my mind
just to see that
grey tomb
in her thighs
augmented w/
all the
ghosts of now
He's got a Buddha smile
& comes with us
no atmosphere here
everything just
comes apart
& we don't see nothin'
where it's at
we just watch
it all peel back
he turned to statue once
& then he froze
he always shouts out something
when he goes
sometimes "why"
and sometimes "how"
The Master's in the back
he's getting sick
don't worry though
he's dignified & primordial & very much alone

this is one unique
property of doubt
the restless resignation
to endless regression
I want to crawl into a
vast, silent womb
and strip away
the human

collapse collapse collapse
both sides prisons
both homes hells
both parents murderous
the molecules of madmen
organized in beauteous forms
******
exalted
jerking off each other
looking into eyeballs
out of time
spiraling out of time

take away
all you hold dear
show it to me
see me clear
obvious preoccupations
known
waiting to be
grown & known
ahead but not caught up
slowly we put on the mask
reveal & never show again
our faces grow to fill the form
insanity becomes the norm
the story goes on
just to break it down
don't they care about
the easy way?
your survival
is a color
without a name
we create
a truth
that we
forget
felt like
it was always
that way

the eyeball is extinct
there will be no more
absolutes
the dim power of the swamp
is poised in
regurgitation
red meat and alcohol
give birth to a vicious
canine *******
that is also lovable
& obscene

everybody smart
everyone unwise
nobody sees the light
I'm hiding in my eyes

Indian moccasins
with the laces
half-removed
flat as flat is
flitters
I cannot walk in these
I tell myself
these smell like
cat ****
I throw them out
& wonder
about them heavy Indians

nebulae
composed of dust
particles of presence
lines that are forbidden
a park breathes
after midnight
& invisible gods
send children spinning
into spontaneous
joy-games