kfaye

kfaye 1d

Themselves,
Are
Darwinian .
Not just arms races - though, they are that as well-
But more so : direct byproducts of the environment
Shaping the necessities of continuation_
Not just in sustenance of the body
And of bloodlines /
But also of the required toll of will that must be paid in adequate measure.

The corporate office ,
The slaughter of peasants ,

The tv writers room,
The pursuit for the eradication of a neighboring people ,

All the religions   ,
Scientific principles ,
Moral codes of conduct ,
Feelings of oneness with the earth,
Pre-
Flight checklists,
Favorite routes home   ,
Tomes of philosophy,
Secret dreams,flickering close to the heart- just barely
JUST BARELY -
But still there,

That which erupts spontaneously ,
That which is handed down by lessons or cell-memory ,

That which calls us to act,
To cower, or to dream ,
Or
To yearn out
In the self-measured sense of appropriate
Orders ,

The things that are handed out as truths _

The years, the miles, the skull-buckets between     them all
That flip.  And chip away these absolutes  over and over
And over
And over _

Despite all courage
Pride
Or convictions ( genuine or feigned )
Of their espousers

The ideas remain -
Or are removed :

Retain some semblance of source ingredients -
Or are rewritten by force or forgetfulness
Each time.

Here is what it means to live  .

To stake claim
To stand

To rot slowly
Or to combust with brilliant light

All the truth ,
All the reasons

All the best-fits that become clawbound needs
Gripped like seized tendons
And unloosed to the last mud-song breath

Each “Last” is different
With different truths.
All new and mutated absolutes are born and mutilated forever , a million times over in a million parts of a concurrent witnessing of a second .

They fight for that huge gap between “it worked”

And
“ it works”

Until it can’t anymore
And goes away

That’s
Ideas
Baby.

Keep
Doin’
‘Em.

kfaye 2d

the story man comes

[in hushes, they name him]

and we are huddled together
in closeness_
the life pit flickers
in warmth and
running ember
upon
the stone sky.
the young are ****** out of their bodies and into the air around
each
dancing breath.
the old nod, as
the strong wear too-thin masks
of
feigned indifference, leaning in from the outer
ring.
the story man comes.
and the future is
woven
in this collective.

kfaye 7d

securely published video call links filled with ruined creatures resembling those biblically accurate angels we all know and love from cool black tshirts

get silently ******* at each-other for interrupting their pristinely curated doom-scrolling
as they flash bleached smiles like a
well rehearsed
one-up-mans-ship game of
maskdeep
Virtues

unmuting
skillfully

to play a clumsy game of catch with

pitched patent-infringement brainstorms
for the further
siphoning off
of the precious time left
yet retained
by

the multitudes of
earthbound
spirits
set to serve as
the willing ingredients in their decadent feasts

they know :

a captive
audience
is
a
battery

to be charged and drained
until
it
dies.

kfaye 7d

balladofthezombieandtheghost

the two dark dots lining the inner flesh of the left cheek.
vertically-arranged(, bloodstained) pockets pinched between molars like a ferrous, coagulated punctuationmark about what comes next.

the sundering ,
ingrown self .

the ancient / holy tomes of
cell-division, ****** with beyond acts of revocation

the way the world is pulling upon its multitudes
like an
eventhorizon .

as the rotting bodies fade into automaton, the pilots are last to notice the tailspin spiral hurdling towards the opposite of escape velocity.

meat-soldiers march on : doom-doom-pa-doom,
the wardrum syncopates like fashionable trends in the facsimile of art,
conjuring embalming linens around each precious ***** pointed at the Outside.
entombed with all the splendor and reverence of an unceasing hunger;
the dead are their own kings.

a banner is loosed in the storm wind,
torn to shreds with an unrivaled ease and ferocity that only “waiting” can deliver with such impenetrable authority.

little is left to recognize, amidst the skeletal ribbons of a cause
once
set as herald to these unspoken prayer cloths relinquished to the force inside the rolling sky.

kfaye May 8

music robots cry to

.

paths narrow past the breadth of these long-travelled burdens across our shoulders

in the canyon

floods may come .

then
embroiled amidst the nimbus of our eyestains,
the road behind entombs itself in these
    vibrant
      greys

[she sang to us from stones on fire :

          we, as they, clay

          we, as they, clay]

kfaye Apr 21

:

Odyss in the abyss
blows a kiss
Home

kfaye Apr 20

the voice in the handheld-radio asked

/who the helll are you/

and the reply came :
/a problem you may not fully be able to solve./

the repeater traffic
went
fuzzy
and
warm.