an incredible incite (the ruthless volatility of words)
~for L.B.~
the only place of solitaire solitude in the city accompanies me like a faithful country dog that doesn’t know better to be afraid, of moving cars, sleepless night terrors and unscripted “dreams”
where image and words say come “follow me” with ruthlessness and no cloying come hither looks and see and take and recall with perfect midnight blue sky clarity for
the incredible incite of credible insight
surfacing unexpectedly in a intemperate pool of slushy snow, that will be an ice storm of painful confrontations with naked inner truths standing outside in sunny sub zero playground
there is great risk. volatility gone wild. when the speed governor is removed and you live at 100 mph on local streets, when the merest slight of an accidental incidental touch transforms into an incite incident and hell is the threat that you will not die today and your own words will ruthless pull from the nerve places where sensible and sensual cannot coexist and this write this script is a poetical insight inside, an incredible incite and what your spilling is spaghetti sauce blood when you left your brain on broil, instead of the faking daily of slow simmering ineffectual intellectual words that just don’t cut the crap. your addiction complete, you cannot live without the incredible incite, the ruthless volatility of words, otherwise why rough write what you see in the blind beyond the blind
1/6/18 5:03am
Twelfth Night, Act 1, Scene 5 “I took great pains to study and ’tis poetical