To Struga Festival Golden Wreath Laureates
        & International Bards 1986

Stand up against governments, against God.

Stay irresponsible.

Say only what we know & imagine.

Absolutes are coercion.

Change is absolute.

Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.

Observe what's vivid.

Notice what you notice.

Catch yourself thinking.

Vividness is self-selecting.

If we don't show anyone, we're free to write anything.

Remember the future.

Advise only yourself.

Don't drink yourself to death.

Two molecules clanking against each other requires an observer to become
        scientific data.

The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal
        world after Einstein.

The universe is subjective.

Walt Whitman celebrated Person.

We Are an observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.

Universe is person.

Inside skull vast as outside skull.

Mind is outer space.

"Each on his bed spoke to himself alone, making no sound."

First thought, best thought.

Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.

Maximum information, minimum number of syllables.

Syntax condensed, sound is solid.

Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.

Consonants around vowels make sense.

Savor vowels, appreciate consonants.

Subject is known by what she sees.

Others can measure their vision by what we see.

Candor ends paranoia.

                
                                        Kral Majales
                                        June 25, 1986
                                        Boulder, Colorado

all i wanted was to wake up
with the sun in my face
without the ache of a new day

all i wanted was to see you smile
with my head in your hand
without your fingers crushing on my bones

all i wanted was to lay in the dirt
with my hair in the mud
without sinking
sinking
below

If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

I don't even care what I look like anymore
The only thing I've grown to care for
Is the way your fingertips trace my face
The way they glide down to my waist
When you tell me my skin is soft
Breathe out

I held the deepest sigh when you kissed me
It's been a long time since I've thought
Hey let's make love
Let's do it right until the moon is gone tonight
When you put your fingers somewhere raw
Breathe in

It's like a gasp I can't control it
Your skin on mine
Your bed we roll up in it
The smell of fruit and marijuana
When you kiss my tongue
Breathe out

I wrote this one for you
Because every time you say you hate yourself
I hate myself a little more too
I've grown to care for absolutely nothing
Except the way you smile when we're touching
Breathe in

I
kicked up a cloud of Arizona muck-dust
and walked right through it
heavily inhaled
I
just wanted to get valley fever
but I only caught yours instead

I see the way you spit your fire,
I see the way the flames on your tongue lick skin.
I see the way you front and flirt,
like every girl you touch deserves the burn.

I wanted you to pick apart my brain
With a fork and a serrated knife
A dinner plate the size of my broken skull
I only wanted you
To digest my recurring self-doubt
It was a futile notion

I wanted you to sift through the debris
Popped joints and dislocated jaws
A hammer crashing against my temple in a daydream
I only wanted you
To feast on my self-apathy
That would be enough

A ******-up boy dealing trash
With his tongue in my cheek
Fists clenching tufts of hair
Bodies intertwined and crash
I only wanted you
To bruise and break my skin
Was that all too much?

I wanted you to push your fingers
Into the soft fleshy parts of my head that made me see the world so differently
Maybe if I let you play with it like putty
You'd mold my mind correctly