"changelessness" poems
Spiders sprinkling down a crooked spine
Can you hear the whine of a brain stem dying
One hundred and eighty days of pain
have metamorphosed this corpse into something deranged
mangled and tangled in webs of perception
razor-sharp enough to cut straight through the gut's deception
and when the vile heart succeeds in silencing the eyeballs
emptying the sockets of life-long pitfalls
maybe the spine-spiders will finally commence to release
the good soul that remains trapped inside this tree.
Grow tree, grow, for you are all I have ever known,
If it weren't for your protective shade, who knows where I'd have been blown.
You may be covered in cobwebs and leaves long decayed,
but I'll keep my promise to save you someday.
You may not grow to be the big oak of which you dream,
perhaps you will end up as kindling in the fiery gleam
of a thousand spiders cremating in my hearth
as I look on, a corpse consumed by an angry spark.
Lovingly your ashes will be placed
beside the oldest river, the one you once graced.
There will be no more spidery-spinal veins
to screech and rattle and bring about the worst pain.
Changelessness is not a virtue, a concept you most despised,
in the spidery spinal tree's search for life of a better kind.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 8:14 AM UTC
the id of things
the id of me
propelled me like a wind
bringing milkweed
combing over your fields
spangled and sprawled out--
face full of an unperforated grey,
listless and forced to watch
the uneasy presence
of forever changelessness
no matter how imploring
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 3:42 PM UTC
You are sky and sea
beyond little me
You are inescapable
unable to be locked up
or corralled or expressed in mere words
words limit your being
yet they are what we have
for the time being
but we have music which is beyond mere words
we have light and dark
we have canvas and computers
but computers work with digits
ones and zeroes
in the sky in the ether
in infinite variety.
Infinite variety
that is who you are
always new
ageless angleless
It is what attracts me to you
you in your agelessness
I’ve always been fascinated with the new
that is one reason I’m drawn to you.
You are ever changing
yet religion speaks of your changelessness.
Why is that?
Humans need patterns and habits,
customs and values and norms
to give them a sense of who they are.
Yet what is fascinating about you is your changeability.
You got it my boy.
Thus the limits of religion.
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 11:03 PM UTC
No one is chasing you
You're chasing that
Which is momentary
You're chasing those
Who aren't exceptional
Those that are mortals
Just like you
Does that which you chase
Follows you back
Or is it a one sided pursuit
That takes your energy time and again
A hunt which makes you believe
That maybe if you succeed
in catching that which you covet
Then something which you dream about
Will become a delightful reality
And you will be standing on the threshold
Of something new
A chase to find a new way
A race to discover a new place
A hunt to unearth a route
Which could erase the remains
Of that which is bound to stay
A pursuit for lasting bliss
Anything rather than nothing
Which will never chase you back
In this universe which is driven by
Utter changelessness
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
memory has been committed
beyond forgetfulness--for the
love of recollection let go.
what love gathered to person
the place of a thing--remains.
though such verity cannot remain.
a world unto material changelessness.
look upon the moon's face--she's
the rock of disoriented memory.
water itself bends to her will...
because she truly watches Night.
dug into by the last motioning
impressions of Mind.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC