(A wall with grainy, white tile misses being appreciated by the passive glance!)
This open Hotel window reveals the encasement of a city wearing its own
Labels stirring distinctly
Monochrome sculptures
Increasing eye the gradiant of
A voice
The dialogue of a coffin sleeping
And the
Waterfront smokes tired cruiselines and
Already wishes for Sundown & good spirits.
Some burdened Animal lept from
Its grindings of clean survival &
Has written an essay on
Fire in relation to psychological warmth
& the associative memory response to comfort
(The fireplace is your Childhood & lost Faerie Mother)
The lapse of this Tidal Concerto
As wet pebbles ripple over each other like Tokyo haircuts,
I am the collector of
Distant and missed opportunities
I keep them close as potentialities and not regrets
I have a fishtank full of drowned Bees
& phonecall revelations
As Humidity only sensed and not sweated
Boils from a desk drawer in the Summertime
LAUGHING STAIRCASES/
LOBOTOMY IN NIGHTMARES OF VICIOUS ORCHIDS/
THE CRIB HAS LOST ITS FUNCTION/
A CRABSHELL HAS REPLACED
THE PILLOW/
MY TEETH ARE NUMB
WITH YOUR KISS
YOUR KISS ERASED BY
THE SUDDEN SALTWATER OF A
HIGHTENED MOMENT
DO NOT RETREAT BACK TO
BRASS SPEECH
OR COMMON BELIEF
Stresses paused on
Gysins colorful meditations
& Nat King Cole sings of no
Orange Colored Sky instead
A silent rotating lightbulb
And the sensation of lifting off my chair
(few nights in a row of this ambience behind a glass door)
"-the illusion of existing on the edge of a comforting unalterable space and in being so close to it, I blend into it!
A man with a telescope residing on a mountain top can observe the town below in a detailed entirety. It's the larger and more obvious/physically active space. The mountain distant from the town is a space of reflection, where things are less chaotic. Where peace is more inwardly recognized in its external shelter. In the corner I have this illusory telescope and I am perched on the mountain, who's properties have flattened to the dimensions of a coffee shop, or a general interior. The wholeness of the mountain reserved to the confines of a dark corner. Behind the brickwork exists a vast valley where this mountain once stood in its humble yet ferocious silence. The space which now exists in an imaginary context. The expansion of darkness in front of us!"
Come forth from that Mexican
Practice
Or the vengeance of a sobbing
Hand,
Friend
I, willing to play weary in
ur aztec smile/
Am to slip from a shivering
Elevator
To ***** my finger with a name
A name that I have never interacted with until now!
"UNE FEMME EST UNE FEMME"
Followed by gossiping
& accommodations
Downstairs,
I hope you wake easy to find my
Skinny hand warming you from December's hesitant grave.
