I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
January 27, 2016
animalcules (the first tarantino flick I saw was 'reservoir dogs')
animalcules (the first tarantino flick I saw was 'reservoir dogs')
each thought after that was...
maybe you
or something
different inside
other universes
are you, too
one of the form seekers
the watchers, wearers
of being,
maybe you
or something
different inside yourself
is travelling through
other universes
becoming one's own
thought aware, mostly
of nothing
special, really...
(damn, there's the poet's interior monologue,
followed by his long tracking over the shoulder two shot
up close and personal...old faithful jugular gratuitous spray
western death engorged with revenge
and its' eastern ritual desperation(s), the kill shot is
squeezed and slowed, in letterbox)
single cell desire
is the future
anamorphic trophy poem
hellos ellipses agglutinations
time, a far away old fellow
is always an angled knife
here or there too
I suppose, it slipstream-s
spyglass-es
navigates, knows, the
nautical charts
of what souls seek...
free will
spreads our fingers, pulses our intent
adheres our spirit
to skinned flesh,
bones and consciousness
all our unknown songs
calls, magnets and directions
we take for ourselves
are what we chain link 'round
memories, what we've thought remembered
and perhaps wished forgotten too...
here, at the abyss,
the womb and after-life
are full of people and freight
fate and circumstance
dancing mercurial depot exchange rates...
memories are better said created
baited then staked and laid claim to
each perhaps, a glimpse of when,
simple seemed easy
instead of accordion
trample-squeezed
luggage-stuffed
breathing-exercises...
when we are being what we are
when we are, ourselves
most very often
is likely, all the moments
we needed to see
as a memory...
were we a golden play or
the sweet ebb of laughter
or maybe a selfishly
and hurriedly flung
hurled rush demonstration
to a somewhere else
the sky didn't feel
so fenced in...
EJR ©
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