Proprioception
Is the perception
Of your hand when it is out of view.
My proprioception
Is tuned to perfection
And I hope that the same's true for you!

Although I can't see
My hand behind me
I can give all my fingers a wiggle;
It may not seem much
Very different to touch,
But with touch someone lets out a giggle!

Lying teeth

-
         Creep
                                Dearer.
-
silence roars.
The closer it contracts,
further it draws away.

Astonished to find
You're still confined inside
Your mind.

Destroy the weaker
and hide behind reticulum.

In the realm
of a hollow crown
I absconded,
endeavoured to uncover.

I‘ve left myself behind,
an inch
beneath water

                                     decorous

A wisp of smoke
as it climbs.

Carry your shame,
rise to the chime,
an unfamiliar invitation.
Bring your mind back around,
around to this
                                    callous.

The room begins to gratify;
You tax,
obambulate,
              depress.
                       ­            diminished.


Penduluming
will never
mollify,
                           placate.


The moment you appreciate,
               Passing.
-
Treasure motive
abhor being.

Be succinct.
Prove,
Demonstrate.

with what sense does
this sea of read
pirouette on?

the soot leaving black
blotches on the ****** sheets,
lampposts do not complain
of sudden twitches
as cacophonously, a line
of machines with their ravenous
machinisms create a seam of
crimson to a slender
rose's architecture.

i leave my engine on
so as to hand this road
my readiness,
Ely Buendia on the tattered radio
leaks outside the ajar windows,
chasing the dream of rearing
movements
as my flesh remains dreamless,
stationary.

there is a sequined gathering here.
erratic simulations of
naked eyes pierce the musk
of the austere air's gravity
of existence.

all of us
occupying space
and our attendance is our
sigh of dismay as our homes
decompose in waiting,
as our beds remind us
of our body's aging clamor,
as our ineluctable senescence
opens the dungeons of our frailties
with its trembling, wrinkled hands.

we are our waiting's consummation
as we are left here,
wary of our precise proprioception,
left in
the tongue-tied dark.

It seemed so much as no new and uncommon thing
   that what passes on as only a disappearance,
   is but a temporary postponement of something
   long withheld in feelingfulness, in treason of one’s
  desire or simply, a hand which is there, or kept in a pocket
   scouring for loose change, a hand which, somewhere,
    is known in accurate proprioception: refusing to be held;

  I swim against the current not
     for the water behind your river
     that dreams of fish

   I wake not underneath the bowl
      of moon slated by sensorial howl,
     whose wounds are white like
      a face once held in between palms

  and sleep almost endlessly, together
    with everything that twitches, slewing
  to avoid collision, alliterates to blur meaning,
     sways fervently to addle meeting

until we let loose a sigh, and unfasten ourselves,
   dropping pace and both our eyes meet.

The best kind of poem
Cracks stone
Letting it bleed empathy
Attaching it to the ****** of the feeling
That the author loads into verse

I just smiled at a few lines of Bukowski
And then flipped around and
Wrote this ****
Losing any sense of literary proprioception with each word I type.

i close my eyes and i am
adhered to the inner wall
of a black glass marble
spinning on its axis
diagonally
disorientation
no center, no point of reference
feel the things inside
an oddly heavy mass
sense its presence
as you watch the marble
spinning
ro ta ting within
s
   p
     i
   n
n
   i
     n
  g

A furious screaming came off the lakes
And drowned out a million curses
Hiding from the cold, as hands in their pockets:
Isolated and trembling.
Despite a proprioception lost,
One body, blue at the tips, curls closer
To the dikes of thickening blood,
That, neatly, remain outward, exposed.
Do we not huddle in coaches and spaces
When our passions’ armor cracks?
Do we not crave touch for lack of warmth
When the skies above are clear?
Do we not risk hypothermia
When we expose ourselves to another?
We are the organs of great cities,
As we are great cities of cells
Seeking outlet on natural course all rigid
Those unconscious fraternities
Ebb and grow as we, like lakes, turn to floes
By cruel chemical realities held to bodies are—
As hands of distant lovers are—
Seeking outlet, seeking tributary.
Stagnant, though, cities stand
As the thin-skinned tissues flow
Swelling at inlets, at terminus expand
To compensate, give room—
This winter of hearts only lengthens
And so bodies begin to quake
As our bedrock breaks through
Its torments cutting outward from the skin.

Range wars and water fights,
stories told and legends made up,

I am asking your attention, not per
mission, I am on my own, worth per
precept dispatched and reset per use

make the kind of man who believes
modern armies have one use, one alone.

War, for any reason, a warrior ethos,

X wars long form, whole whying wars,
with words working the balance co
gnostication wise knowing science all

that was Logos to Aristotle and Epimenides and Saul of Tarsus,

all wise citizen's when men's minds
and muscles and wills to resist insisted

come along or be ignorant of the worth
of war, come fight your own way out
from a cult that ate better men than

me-self and my weself, when I listened
while praying saying such ideas aloud,
as raised a momentary heart felt will

we may imagine thinking each word
as if it were formed from letters, many
as two letter words lie idle as pi to many

how
ever
here
we make some static and tip the balance
we ought to know what the prexy got
on his standandardard reason ings exam
srie, he passedemallfliyin ointment, hate

to say, but we just can't say, he's likely
was one of the top guys in military school, we can be sure he hates whom he believes are his enemies, including me and you, if you read this far and don't confess, holygnoshit they all cheated?
Life in the era of Ancestry.com

tipped toward hero story kings winning,

forethought, holiday season, annual
opportunity to make believe, next year,

look who had a baby, may be usual best,
look after children we sired, aware if it
does
happen, we both were savvy enough,
we agreed to share the care, and accept

true love feels good to make, and peace
is even better, good to make believe,
it can last, unless one of you breaks
pretend to be at peace, in mind,

and mend the gate to hell,
as we realized we are spirit creatures
already spent our last dime, caught this
old
cold
idea virus, think a tiny bit of it true
and it grows into a double minded you
one reader makes it work, sneeze it
one wonders if t'other what ifs

and most stories
capable of feeding a teller, needed

an ethos,
a bag of weights, agreed to locally

whose side was the wrong side,
in which war to get to where we were

when I woke up this morning, stretched

same yesterday lies, lie still today,

so today bets tomorrow's better,

calling all effectual fervent pray answers,
yeses pile to the ceiling, ah

you noticed, in the JWST sphere's edge,

I traveled 100 miles today in a car,
I could never repair, maybe a flat,
I once repaired a Triumph Spitfire,

with a butterknife, a VW carb float
and a Zippo lighter, on the northside

of Route 66, you honked and waved,
hippies were friendly, I was imagining

winding detcord around freeway bridges
before they got to Flagstaff and ruined
my own private four leaf freeway
exchange,
with no free way either way, a junction
in the middle of forest, Yavapai land,

Interstate 40, was approaching at speed,
speed of life then, speed of mind now,

fast as fine structural constants occur

constantly, infinite dirivitive knowledge,
constituting new knowing, new ways we

work while we agree we are two me and
thee whithersoever and whensoever we

cross purposes
in some classic gaseous spirit defined,

so fine, no finer, atoms, and then, we
boomers were born into evidence, we
learned central point gravity spinning,
and electromagneto coil winding,
in seventh grade science, needed
before we used power tools,

eighth grade, 13, hit, Donald Trump,
big kid bully rich boy, needs discipline,
so, when I was experiencing 1961, he

was experience the least possible link
me and him and that summer, except

For Mantle and Maris and ******
at the Drive In, double feature
Lemon and Remick, Days of Wine and
Roses, summer of bayou swimming,

chameleon seeing, and seen again later
such creatures live a sane and simple life.

Words as tools to think with, once,
then cast aside, to think with infinite
precision, not wrong, even a we bit once\

one drop om'gahdshesdonit, we bit


Muses entertainers users attend to
uses some fine ideas hate, in allergic

terms
sneezing, secret school records,
under secret power locked and keyed
all paper. All at once, nobody ever knows

manifest peaceability say to where Jesus is
peace be still,
stop and retake certain vows, try to remember
September Journey… once, on Earth, here, peace
se no se free from pressure all around centered

sense sapience from higher forms of well formed we,
we think and breathe, each day, time, per instance
now, we pray, truth be told,

and if its worth my time, redeemed per usual fees
puppy sneeze static, danger, will disease creep in fi

finest ratio of one to precisely this is not that, if we

thunk it… let it ride, I bet today becomes readily
available, easy read, cheap, free used spit images hit.

--- pro eh profess protest… promethean fame
Epimethean shame, we shouldalistened, we
refuse union containment, aweforms as us
awful old man gaseous weform reforms
jokes broke
whenkidpreachers told'em yokem
ropem ridem vaquero, kpow
Dunson land brand, on Jesus, this Christmas

witness an abortion survivors testimony,
unfortunately recorded when delivered
glossalia-wise lies lay lady lay. Big brass bed

I shined such a thing, I know what you mean,
they were noisydamnedsprings what you mean

mom and dad did that and did not know kids could
just up and grow old and good for nothing, fair trade

boomers alive today survived, by living
through everything that made Donald possible,
nothing makes believing him good is peaceable,
non sense thinking circa 1865, wonder ifery fiction

hmmm, shotgunweddins, in my times

as a witness, some times, I say I knew then
as a freeborn child to as far as I knew then
aiiiiiii zooms to infinity, if that's your per
spective, point, a star out in ever sense
freeborn grown men, in National debt.

My credit got me old, and this wise, no mas.

My legacy is my only actual effort at art,
for goodness sakes, aitia causal effectuality
I saw a fiddler fiddling child tunes, cartoon tunes
turkey in the straw or something, but he was not
a good fiddle player, he was missing something,

a muse used to amuse such as find me amusement,
no thinking needed, free standing logos, word wise/

fervently I pray, forgive thinking you misunderstood
see, I feel you heard our whole storied idea wrong.

The mediating wisdom, truth itself in spirit form, pi
proves infinity we form from wisdom making pi known
so we have precision pivot gem stones in our time pieces

Generated Enemy Mind, the gall, yokes break,
who blames the fastest faster ever methed up?

Set the captives free, we did the needful thing,

we realized we
become more mental, as we age,
we become more like our selves, as seen
on tv

I'm like that guy, digitized self help
back to Norman Vincent Peale,

with proven war service
under every flag that ever flew
over Texas, as claimed by John Wayne,

mind wind
1948, Red River, 2025, enduring
to this end, my wits ending endurance

see that John Wayne, and me, and Jesus,
who comes down from the cross to correct
some wrong thinking mis uses of social authority


to make believe, free mind expanse, free thinking
produces lieve being right minds, used universally,

we can agree when we can use near cognate ideas
behind words, the way Pauli and Jung agree about numbers

and things

attracted to shiny things, oddities,
allowing for recognized movie scenes,
all most all boomers alive today, once saw
John Wayne **** a man from Mexican Texas,

and say to him, It's my land now,
brand'em all, any brand, it's all mine now…

that John Wayne, looks Jesus in the eye, I know
he drawls, he took the formula and became you know
Stupid is as stupid did, he lied,
we listened, he guiled us, we learned and live;
we live with liars, we need not lie, I write all day,
and count it my fair share, picking up trash,
by the freeway, I knew a guy, did that
every day, came
to hear me preach,
once a month, I got the call
in an indian casino, the will
to say sure,

all in.

circa just
before the Civil War, patience
testing all who endured
to the end,
with Trump
in some other people's reality, mine was
in therapy
we teach patience used
to preserve the soul idea,
sticky vessles formed
from unfired final escape clause
riverbottom mud made men
power to imagine peace
for a minute
at thought speed experienced,
in fact, all four Zoas dancing ballet, then riverdance
attempted
at once, Watson Brake, Louisiana,
in time tune
ing
runners carried abalone t
o the desert, and carried points,
obsidian scalpel sharp points
across the sea
of grass,
down the edge
of long ago, past the wells full
from rains

run run run and tell good news,
the circus is coming
to town,
wisdom forms
from schadenfreude Freude woulda loved
to have

known, it is not all about ***.




as beguiling is understood
to mean, I was lied to,
so bemusing is understood
to mean musing use made
classically trained
to amuse
usefull goodness be mazed see
amazing, looking down, see, we knew
we knew what could be known, we saw

those intaglios from the air, Patten broke lines
learned as practical proprioception wind sign eyes
- no secret codes, any thing I say I thunk and knew it

fact check me from let this mind be defined a term

the weapons of my warfare, for which I will admit,
I prayed and fasted for fervently, expertise with these

edges
prepositions mind may achieve indeed, assisted, rules wise wrap around type no ding at the end it frowardly finally wraps, so width of window, experienced today,

from seashore dawn, to even ing notice ing experience ing today

at time speed politically speaking, alienated outlaw inlaws, still, we relate

if your father was a broken man, and you, kinda,
let him see, he broke you,

at thirteen, Boss John Wayne, drawls
let's see kid, who really is that kid sent t
to boarding school in movies.

Did it happen to you, or while you were active
in everything serious upto now.

To do one's duty, love demands definition, hate,
to be fair, has no say, eh, hates is worth nada
ignorance
absence of knowledge believed
to be power, has no power here, today


smell the victory, or petrichor, stoners blood in mud.

as above, so below
or so the story was being told
by the time of the baby boom.

Blessed events and no oil of Croton,
the child would have swallowed, could have,

had she known, ah, holy misconception, may if

only,
we woke this morning and drove in one hour,
give or take a few minutes, fifty miles to sea level,

from where the sun had begun to fill our 4K valley
meadow, wet with dew, begun this day as it were,

except for the freeway, and the Hybrid CVX.

this beautiful a morning as ever has been,
between the divide and the ocean, since ever was
these granite waves I sit on as I write, were ever waves