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...
June 24, 2016
poem-the-bleeding ...................... strange fruit four suits vines seeded wind
incise decisions
tie ride knots
ways dreams learn
of when
circling in planetary
drift netted-in
equatorial waters
life of hearth
to belly clean inn
fat tide gentle
turbulent lean-in
before I knew
the Sun never meant
to stray or go
too far away
from where
milk to ground
bone ratios
came to know
the relationship
between rain
desert and mountain
sky wobbled time
the codices
of expressions
in the seasons
when they settle
when they change
udder utter uteri
their dances
perusals carousels
uses and usages
their bites of us
these bits
and bitten with
spits of information
string theory
popsicle sticks
licking stamps
for a stillness
of inner pause
if we must kill
to pay the bills
hear herded
in the ridden wake
of an america-n-eyed world
this or that which
canned events you lead
willed or wanted to be
construance art
a jones town
stratified
disassembling
any attempting at order
when spatially dismissing
what we ought
thought be real
enough to promise into ... pearled ambiguous
poem comes trying its hands at remembering
tuck told turbulent meaning leaning
the freight circling round
loomed world
tropical to temperate
to polar pull
to push know
handle turning
of the Sun in peer
peak and bravado valley slung
those waiting ...
red algae souls
have holes
where the holes
get in
the lawn
is scattered
with replica animal shrines
and altered state church angles
everything else
except hermit
shell
hunting at night
when ocean allows
isn't all wrong
but I need
more proof
we're tape-looping
the instructions
onto poem
kelp sway savage
formula repose
drinking sugar water
needing salt so you weigh
desert journeys
to get to know
mountains
and rain
and their ways
of sane claiming
nothing in particular
between age
and erode
the road
keeps
going on ...
mesmerized eyes dance
lilt to lull olfactory surmise
I went hunting for causes
to believe in couldn't see them
but I got lost in the scent of their wake
was it all burning insanity
to the what has to take place
sewn into the wind
was tinder flint
court beg to luxury
intrigue park
world's fair crazed
late 1800's
veering with twentieth century
lark and taste
starling insurgencies
plied back alleys
gas lamp to electricity
hope slipped to
when none
thought to be leery of
I only meant to ribbon
the poems toothed w/today
and in that regard
I almost
always meander willow switch flicked
to where I wasn't itching anymore
I lay down by the river bleeding out
almost whole where the holes got in
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Moon to Mars
cabal voice intercept
while listening
to am radio
in the middle
of a nowhere
desert southwest
of the united states
fasting fists fulls
of sweat
my mind set
passing stones
and blood
over tracts
and homes
" ... fucking repugnancy
teeming chemical chain broken
humans and their beautiful spoken
murmuring in flow
why do we have
to give them a sense
of their having a chance
while we slit their throats slowly
in each of their next lives
they're weighted with sea
and me and you
with the pieces
we all feel
glowing
on re-entry ..."
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mountains
shoulders
earth
foaming desire
will to speak
the mouths
by the sea
cuvée delta
river hair
language
mud wombs
where bandages
with blood
mix into
immutable
magic
in the rise
and fall
of me and
you and
all else
that is guise
and not necessary
to finding our way
EJR ©
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