Thursday, February 6, 2014

astra/javelin.

alabaster crashes down, skin col- 
oured like honeyed milk with lips 
that magnetize: that attract, and 
beg to be kissed with my promises 
that none are barren among them-- 

garage and loads of stuff which i 
have found made me grind my teeth 
but this is the mellow acid age.. 
an obstacle ahead is reduced to a 
fine dust which brings on euphor- 

ia when burnt and inhaled-- small 
hourglass figure on the four-wall 
room and ceiling and floor, as if 
everywhere, which is okay with me 
and if you asked it's just right; 

feeling like a deep sleep with an 
epic dream sequence, something to 
make a film out of, and not every 
thing in our lives is beautiful.. 
hark who's talking mumbler of ap- 

parent revelations and you've had 
your 15 minutes of fame-- i want- 
ed to extend my limbs skyward all 
in celebration of the mathematics 
that allow us to combine two into 

one, sometimes-- a folk festival, 
a ring around the rosie, and been 
waiting for someone to drop trou: 
that would mean i'm never ashamed 
again, which'd been yours anyway.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

purify/enlighten.

super scary monsters.. night-time 
vision upon my bed and can't take 
time off of a procession thereof, 
the persistence of time, the per- 
sistence of memory, wild chief an 

absentee safety guarantor for the 
people of the true and living god 
and if i am a poor ambassador: if 
i am a poor spokesman, it doesn't 
hurt the message-- jumbo jetliner 

girl with speed and big dreams, i 
want to grow younger with you un- 
til we recede backwards into this 
womb, and burst open on the other 
side full with excited intellect; 

combed filtered, your hair hanged 
long and without price for me, as 
i strutted through the waking as- 
pect of life as an human being: i 
walked in the vision, whereas had 

i been lucid before i met you i'd 
have had no need for your sacrif- 
ice-- don't shoot the messenger a 
jeanne-d'arc trajectory and deep- 
est arch, eyebrows raised my way, 

all because i said something that 
you liked: it doesn't happen oft- 
en, an euphoriant peek behind the 
curtain, but we are bound to hold 
fast what's been committed to us.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

psaltery/disinhibit.

pirouette and simple smiled faces 
that welcome, that welcome-- push 
the button that generates vinyl & 
various styles, i had got to wake 
up fresh over it and the ordeal'd 

left me by morning-- glorifying.. 

perhaps not wise to glory over us 
so much, as in tandem, as tangent 
and bad patterns spoken by a ste- 
nographer, take me out to a shop, 

and buy me wisdom.. for its price 

is above rubies-- can't quite de- 
tect whether i need to pray or no 
but back in the fears, went out & 
shook that higher, was satisfied; 

locked-groove sex, timestretching 

touch and this is what we do when 
we're alone: climb up my metaphor 
and descend on a simile, like/as, 
too rich for our own good-- metal 

me with aurora borealis, that you 

had made for me in the night-time 
whilst i was asleep, and couldn't 
wait to show in the morning, when 
we both awoke-- you from your far 

dreaming, and me from my knockout 

punch: blonde as you please, for- 
ever type of girl who will always 
have a quip for a philistine, and 
whereas i'm hers, by her i stand.

Monday, January 27, 2014

concorezzo/nonesuch.

she of the many wolves' moons, my 
dedicated bleeding heart, and the 
scriptures in gold ink interlaced 
that travel around her halo skull 
like fireflies in the deep summer

and i confess that i am amazed: i 
didn't know, that i had a part to 
play in the great drama of life-- 
vocoder wordplay and great sensa- 
tional vocations such as: climbed

and dropped back down again, wore 
the latest fashions and then will 
strip them off at a moment's not- 
ice, as well as the vanilla comp- 
lexion and black subsisting here;

i will feed you god's foods: con- 
sidering that you dine on prayers 
let me make this one quite plain: 
unadorned, unornamented, a simple 
plea for retribution for the love

i've wrought against the backdrop 
of your beautiful, burnt-to-black 
husk and shedded to reveal an ice 
cream of a skin, which rewards my 
taste as much as i could desire--

leviathan, that crooked serpent & 
other fallen angels to slay, mind 
getting bloody? i think it's per- 
fectly natural to shed some, may- 
be because i share mine with you.