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tread Dec 2012
the whole uni-world-verse is a work of art
painted, sculpted, written, strummed, yelled, whispered, spoken, hummed,
watched, read, walked, met, clutched, felt, thought, fraught, shot, healed,
sealed, revealed, eaten, clapped, drummed, hugged, kissed, loved, hated, caressed,
sexed, hit, held, slit, melded, tripped, tasted, clothed, wasted, hurt, emaciated,
bounded, re-created, infinite, hallucinated, framed, contained, insane, profane,
profound, no-sound, throned, starved, crowned,

and could the hues and colors of experience be expressed
I would have worked this art to show and speak to no one
but as the same, no none
and yes some
to a sandwich multitude and the star-gaze vigil
from the back, to the front, in the middle.

all big, all mid, all little
and silent as a God watching young girls play fiddle.
tread Dec 2012
And the show is never over!

I don't even remember purchasing the tickets.

Welcome to a runny nose, and welcome to a style of up and down.
Because that's all up and down are; styles for the miles of crowded planet.

Drink your tired music like a bowl of wonton soup
Chunks will surprise you.

Swipe your debit, credit, hallmark card to purchase them

All of them.

Every inch of their REM.


I woke up to the winter concealed in valleys
Filled with fortune and ethernet cables.

What's your wifi password?

"Thanks, love."

Alright, thanks, love.


What a beautiful way to say "careful."

Carefree.

Curvature of some invisible decimal point.


I love you.
a quick poem originally written in June of 2012
tread Dec 2012
at the psych ward with the client,
hardly anyone is quiet
they all say they feel okay
but 'they' don't even buy it.

here and there a light will flicker
pulsing on and off, I'm sicker
are these lights intentional?
pyscho-nautic centinnel?

calming, calming
smells like ****;
holy **** I need to sit,

who am I and who are they?
oh, here comes the dinner tray.
tread Dec 2012
snow-water dribble dots are mountain spheres on my sweater
outside, the cold is hol-ee ****
the weather is wholly enveloping wooly anythings
so good luck telling skies to quiet.

I tried, and the skies whispered back
by breaching the bottom lip of my jeans to crawl a great big
'ha
   ha
     ha
       haaaaaaa'
up my Pyrenees spine like God had laid out a line of coke days ago and was only now ready to gracefully snort.

they said 'blizzard' last night,
I said 'blurry blank' in the morning
rain and slush and cold and rush and
no no no, my veins weren't heating up.
tread Dec 2012
Clammy fingerprints lead to evidence
of sickness
pain
death
or cold.

Hot fingerprints lead to evidence
of panic
***
ecstasy
or heat.
tread Dec 2012
I'm sure I could see an Illuminati reference
in the combination of 'play-pause.'

thing is,
I'm winning if I'm talking about it

******* idiots couldn't keep their secret society a secret
tread Dec 2012
the sled flattens cans on its way down the rock-face
oh, bottomless pit, how have thou forsaken the moth without the lantern!
carry me and I will carry me farther,
shoot a man and he will die for a day
teach a man to shoot and he will die for a lifetime.

Inalienable in the sense of extra-terrestrially impossible
Cold in the float-plane at 8000 feet or as high as an average cascade
'Average' being an ******* who believes himself average
**** that *******.

slumber as fast as you can to reach first place.
go, go, go!

the race has started!
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