"tesseracts" poems
I walked a spiraling Stare back at the abyss: Leaping forward walking I see the rage of a Cross, four-dimensional Pebbles shattered stained To the side, spiraling back,
cut-up and found what if I walked on them giant drooling drunken mirrors obtuse staircase haunted confusing gravity,
nothing up from mushrooms woman lighted flexing looping,
at apex; a mirage? that can cry; all around; tesseracts; infinite; at quantum.
Lead kindly light, vigil
voice, enlightened
woman,
angel face.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
I'm a tool pondering skyscapes.
Fondling a memory
Left behind
On sunset marquees.
It raced into the horizon like
A toad on the road.
A neon dream waving farewell.
Exploring mindsets:
An act in caressing
Bloodbath tesseracts.
A roundhouse rollercoaster,
Spinning at velocity of perfume
Hitting nasal perforations.
Core memories surface along spine cutlets,
No longer intrinsic
Doubt.
I'm settling for more.
Time is a moment
Too long to endure.
Hindsight is
A parson's lake passage;
A mad monster yet to be tamed;
A grain of salt to a fresh wound made;
Moments of grace from a fake great ape.
Blue morons slide
Into Mormon jovial footsteps.
Derided ice forestry into
King's cloaked ancestry.
A sad fisherman sailing
Ceaselessly out to sea.
And yet here I am
Talking to you,
Eyelight through obelisks
In hotbox barricades.
Hiding behind
A past of newspapers.
Headline reads 'ONLY DEVINE'
'TRADE REIGN WARNS JEWELS'
'PRINCE THREATENS ECONOMY
... AND CROWN.'
Wipe the frown,
Draw the sword.
Don't be ignored anymore.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
Corrugated tesseracts
Are enlivened under blood gorged membranes
The barrier to a cool coral maze
Of still shoals, the palest pink
Permanent waves folded
Into a frozen tidal sea
And here is the world of worlds
That makes of us, ourselves
A dimension that can't be trespassed against
Where we are always home
Inside spider woven neurons
That talk only to each other
Or to god
They relay their subsonic messages
In penumbral patterns
Translated into dismembered tongues
And ancient relays of concordance
Telegraphing farthest emotion
Into clairvoyant flesh.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
Time is bogus,
four-dimensions where nothing happens.
Time is tense-less,
future and past identical to the present.
Time is an illusion,
feelings within a fabric of existence.
All that has ever been
and ever will be is happening right now!
Happy New "Year"?
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
TIME is searching in ways we cannot express,
both behind and ahead of us,
an infinite line that sits above and below
the equally infinite squiggles and tesseracts
belonging to the universes cohabiting it
Our ANCESTORS sang songs we no longer know the words to
worshipped sunrises and sunsets like new lovers do
buried their dead in ceremony of necklaced ivory
they told their stories in starlight,
fires unfair rivals to the brilliant galaxy borne into the atmosphere
at the sun's setting.
THEY ******
and ate
and ******
and ****
THEY wanted more.
And here WE ARE,
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC