Wednesday, August 6, 2014

rhinoceros


we’re in this world
it’s hard enough
just being here
our open markets
let people construct
financial devices
wherever they succeed
...without intervention

in some way,
it’s our job
you know
as citizens
to identify
what can
and cannot
be done
in the name
of money.

but it’s
really hard
to tell
someone that
the way they’ve
found to live
cannot be done

because it’s
so HARD
to live
so DIFFICULT
to ascend these stairs
in light of all we’ve known
sparkles in your eye
minds of the unknown
frighten me
that they might
slay the rhinoceros
stab into the dark
carve into our future
because mine gives
so many shits about theirs
and we’re joined
in our
cyberemotional Umwelt
of what actually does
make it in this mess
of today.

I mean like
fuuuhhhck
look behind me
see that statue?
cut stone
meets our presence now
uncrushed
never left
in enemy territory,
hammered down
in outright despair

and now
look before me
to this whole
manifold of possibilities
spaces intertwining
money creates engines
on our futures
and each creature
rises like a phoenix
once the fire strikes
the burning begins
—nay, nay.

remind yourself
it is our responsibility
to influence
and guide
the engines
of tomorrow

Saturday, January 11, 2014

medusa, cry

Let's talk
full headed medusa
small juicy snakes
full girthed
jetting poison
full creativity

found alone again
no face
to stand
opposite
and tangent
full featured
gutted motif
full bias lighting

I'm a fucking
jellyfish
fucking like
spores floating
sperm germinating
smoothed pestel,
met reproducing
tides of an
unswept
unmeditated
mind

clear it sweep
tidings to be
unbalanced I find
myself alone--
    medusa, cry.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

profile

I am the plate that fixes a heavy, black chain which whips and pulls with a dagger on its end, tracing curves through the Husserlian space of all mental states.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

kung-fu magic.

Kung-fu magic

fighting for, at least, something
to hold on to
That's what I know.
I'm about as alive as I can remember,
and for now, I can't seem to remember very much.

It's not that I feel, what, without life
It's more like
The barriers of memory
confine
what and how
I think of myself

For instance:
 there are times that I forget music.
Strange, because
I've been
playing music
longer than I
can remember.
I mean: really.

Some of my first memories are
playing my mother's grand piano,
bought fresh from the admiral's wife,
with higher strings
slightly rusted
from the belly
of a cargo ship,
that drifting Italian,
toward our Chesapeake.
Slammed for drama,
keys pressed like
"the day Abraham Lincoln was shot."
that's what I named it.

Quarter,
 to half,
to competition violins
crying over
a cracked bridge
in the back of a church
for old, bitter Olga.

I learned bass because
I dropped our new,
red, Mexican fender,
strangely bigger
and heavier
to my uncertain
8 year old hands.

my life can be told with music,
yet sometimes I forget.
Not just sometimes.
We're not being fair, though.
It's not really the same thing as forgetting
it's that sometimes, like earlier,
the thoughts we have are
just not including...
and...
it's not included.

Who am I?
What have I done?
Oh, god, what have I done?!
I'm fighting for myself,
against the boundaries of
our totally context sensitive lives
kung-fu magic.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

huh...I see.

blink

blink

blink

blink

blink

blink

blink

blink

...interesting.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

I erased the first line

I don't know
how to feel

a river of
small blocks
flows around
my body

no slip condition
no slip condition
small blocks
flow around
my body

black cubes
axes blue
tumbling through
dark space
in liquid

turbulence
forms shapes
and
unbeknownst
familiarity
springs
gushing
springs
over my
unfamiliar
unfamiliar
unfamiliar
life

splashes
cool
against my
eyelids
protected
behind glass


behind glass
I rest
protected
eyelids
sleep

sleep

Sunday, May 12, 2013

cluster spirals

there is a purpose
to our patterns and shapes
existence now
leaves a legacy
which
best
corresponds
to a precise time and place,
a point, relatively defined.

over time, this
relatively defined
point
  ojidvoijsvoijxc
   () }{ () }{ ()
becomes a trace
 oijsdfoijojisdfoij
  () }{ () }{ ()
of many paths
 fdsjiojoifdsjoioij
  () }{ () }{ ()
a set of paths
 oijfdsojioijsdfoij
  () }{ () }{ ()
cluster spirals
 fdsoijpsdfpoijdsf
  () }{ () }{ ()

if we choose
to view the world
only in the present
only in what causes
it all looks...
so bleak

but nah man
cluster spirals
form and spasm
chaotic
directions
facing what
comes to be.

yet, what
comes to be
has order
(even with disorder)

yea-ah-ah-ah
b'ti (um)
yea-ah-ah-ah
b'ti (um)

and with disorder
we draw shapes
in lines
along the order
we experience
...
we experience
...
and with disorder
we draw shapes
in lines
in order
to experience

it ain't bleak
jss' disorder
yea-ah-ah-ah
b'ti (um)
yea-ah-ah-ah
b'ti (um)
...
we experience.
b'ti (um)
we experience
b'ti (um)
(um) ti (um)
(um) ti (um)
(um) ti (um) ti