amulet
brittle doll glazed
fingerprints in clay
kiln fired blue saturation
faience Venus
tucked between cheek and gum
feed her secret violets
to distract away winter gloom and lure
piquant bird song sung in
shades of lemonade and juniper
be wary
mischief fashioned pocket fey
play tricks like snow in August
remember yes bring violets
just in case
hypomania
cellophane window to the world
pierced veil peer into the abyss
reach in grasp at echoes
pull out a pocketful of sparkled nothing
tinkly almost music pain
heralds the transformation
man to werewolf whim of gods
medication bars the threshold
limbo of neither here nor there
suspended animation
between memory and wishes
shades
witless witness world gone mad
obsessive urge to order chaos
stiffly metered indecipherable
rope of words
knotted pearls precision matched
string of small meanings
esoteric arcane secrets
recited before
an audience of crickets
made small by fear of living
made mean by fear of love
playwright
soul to cling
(tremble)
soul to stand erect alone
(dissemble)
magnificent insubstantiality
(preamble)
gracious swoon
(plot)
langourous death by repititious insanity
(denouement)
comedic relief
(footnote)
vicarious slapstick spectacle
(glossary)
continuity
sinuous movement
snaking through my own life
stretched out beyond the edges of the bare slice
we call the moment
tail in the past
consuming the future
if i have scales do they not
iridesce even when i am invisible
(they do)
this morning poem, children
is only about living
spirals springs circles
cyclical regeneration
time is the heat spark where never meets forever
creative energetic radiation
the more i love the more
the more i love
the more i dissect meaning
the less "i" exist
simply
granted conscious glimpses
behind the illusion that requires
rhythmic participation
normality
ever forever at once again
what is it like not to burn
to not feel the blood wounds of a cruel word
to not rain sparks of molten joy and tears
to be unmoved by life
how do they live so unsensing-dull
they are not crazy
so i'm told
fireflies
aspire to spiral
time is of the non-essence
gene sequence circular breathing
star fire passes
swamp gas ignites
elegant in purpose
but aren't we all
perfect
yes
SOMETIMES I CAN'T HELP MYSELF
reflective
breathing not so easy
when you're dead
they say the dirt
turns to mud
when you spit
are you
glad you
woke up today
do you know
your obscure name
few come to self knowledge
for a reason
especially when paid for
by credit card
it's always time
to kill the "i"
just dust stardust
animated aware
then boom
nothing
cynical
cold ass wind
singing lonely to me even though
it rides shotgun with
doppler effect diesel engines
wishing there were things i never saw
they don't un-see, you see
seeing seeking patterns they can't
break free they can't break free
of the desire to suffer but
i eye aye ai (that's fucking HILARIOUS!)
just want to be
the light
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