Monday, September 30, 2013
—after an image by Silvia Scheibli
inverted halo functionality:
pulsating push ing
blur into open-door
—light or when light’s hanker
with a watching tree’s unobserved sobbing:
warming hands of the holding unnoticed, their (and our)
knotted hands’ efforts
blind by which culture’s Cyclops
origami same-size abilities, their
pluralized efforts to
amid stillness of need
watching death by hands, unholy
in the spelling of nuanced understanding
wandering, an eye
recalls an institutionalized watching/waiting
spectrum, delving then into formulating tear, its sear, strong, syllabic,
by altering emotional content, the text in isolated versions of spoken embarrassments
by-then written the improvised living becomes cliché
within hands and their lined delineation
yours, theirs, ours, thus
subjective in the carrying of closed-eye
arms and their purpose
to the improvised
impersonations of undulating degrees of language and
the nostalgia of learning steps in the context
pluralized purposes pleasing if reciprocation is the dual method of
watching the saddened crow
curl away from the ambition of curating calls
altered, though thematic
in the range of rage from passive indication—
in the alphabet of solace’s anemic call to legs’ oscillating fulcrum
and their ceiling cannot reuse its dangling embrace
watching blurs become clarity in the context of internal infatuation
in the acclimation of tonal time-making
allowing for the function of fiction to suspend conversational
informational, insinuating rarity of percentage’s hungry greed
this watching of movement engaging
ergonomic ease of the body’s positional clarity
to the ongoing remedies
partitions create against openness of uncomfortable delusions suspend among a
range and direct running from self in the momentum of
age’s rearranging perspective
light’s italicized murmurs
making softened the whispering
gold of shallow homes of hallway
against oscillating home of
the ants’ architectural hiding
the small of it
feet the walking ensues within fragile
movement of oscillating practice, this turnstile
of seasonal becoming
mores devour truth in the contextual
calmness all mothers interact with
lengthening of elongated-already discoveries an
altruistic laughter of praise
vibratory subsequent echoes
arching near where
running hides into safe or
interrogation of silence
causational pause the
inductive range of
(as in the fallacies of assumptions’ predetermined facsimiles
embalmed in the rhythm of paused configurations)
moments engage wholeness’
systematic contributions, these
walked wandered all tense in the yesterday of memory
overcoming lyrical tears
slide of burning contours
fingers of woolen fog
natural cultural identity
Monday’s saddened entrance
hovers onto burgeon’s
veiled though known
to uncover ease of clarity’s amalgamated complacency
Sunday, September 29, 2013
of fuel, refueling, running out,
questions in orbiting, Rimbaud
debris in unfinished caress,
penetrating the shieling.
Yesterday's glass rings,
over the couched
terms and call,
land's vacuous end,
fanciful winged coquette,
stubborn, barred, lucky Lucifer,
Inventing a whole waning tongued other calendar.
We are top sailing instead, upside of the angels,
speaking through to another risen,
much worse condition,
(not in your language)
tucked into furthering this body,
fain resurrected button and zip,
whole inexact uncertainty,
danced for you.
In arms. In arms.
Letting it travel on wind.
casual fistful of coquetry
And you and you.
This fair body,
. riparian riff raff
. medium coarse,
. broken, speaking
. cornered, derailed
The holding condition,
holding, conditioning the heart.
The heartening subscription,
swaying domain, dead figuring cant.
. dumb run
. lipstick, inscribed
. Biding time.
We are becoming obsidian,
memorial, free floating.
. years blinding
. perpetual motion
. in light
Sage willing flesh, pen,
later and born.
Over-structured authorities, skilled writers, caught up
in cross fire, cross-stitched to the spot.
High on participation, rally round deciduous growth,
pronounce it delicious, amazing challenge,
close knit modules of gross error in judgment.
All those parallels loosen the ball bearings.
Flicker combinations of events in small cages.
Back up your job description,
flog yourself into tasks and alternative attitudes.
Same old middle finger throws ancient gesture of scorn your way.
Novelty lost interest in mass innovation.
Let's just say the cultural quarter was overrun.
Certain houses have known generations of
the same families—ties, continuity, old bonds.
One died on an anniversary;
death gravitates to particular.
One died in solitude, silence, unsociable fortitude;
death castigates survivor.
Grand National was over in a flash;
couldn't even tell you who was running.
ODD TOURS DE GOBELETS
It seems a pity to have wasted perfectly good newsprint on well over three columns worth of story on the ass-end of a project, intricacy lubricating the folio, treading slippery slope.
Wedding presents? From the bride? (clue found in a drawer.)
Had you really believed assignation of numbers to be the solution to smiling into the abyss, you wouldn't have asked for names and addresses quite so early in the affiliation.
Oh, well done!
You are clusters of distribution,
patterned metallic colours,
scratches and blisters,
Mile long carpet,
Too quiet. Pale.
Aspiration exhaled, lung-damaged.
Hope is fulcrum to permanence, no matter what you imagine.
You're in a really good place, don't get me wrong,
if you don't want to go there, looking too far forward,
taking more than one day at a time. There's no way in.
Think twice before speaking. Now is the time to be cautious,
hand-clapping, counting rhymes. Shake up the neighbourhood.
Gunshots are heard. Young men give up their lives, slept in dust,
for dubious gang leaders. Next exhibition follows (too closely).
Vaguely symbolic glyphs, carved small onto form, basic shapes, shifted.
Where does eye lead, if not to strangely mutated darkness, free trial, finding a way,
weighed down, rocks around neck. Time can be better than spent.
I have never seen you so sad.
Acts of contrition
pursue shortfall of cool,
directing negotiations, too many effects, ineffective.
Out of time, strobe-lighted. Those are the breaks, original.
Make it two. Casual is costly, too comfortable, hidden
in well-oiled predictable rules,
senselessly knocking on nonsense, selling it short.
I'm on the opposite bank now, sharpening branches,
replacing ether with water, swimming through green, cloudy waves.
You are barely a ripple.
add a certain I don't know what to the experience.
Lord knows you have beautiful eyes. What does clock matter,
daily thoughts replacing real, live experience, unable to move,
stuck in a moment? Folds on map, impossible to manage.
Someone may assist at some time, though discussion alludes us.
Find an identity next to a dustbin. Hand it on or hang on to it.
Forty years ago is yesterday. Now. This minute.
Some things don't change. How did we end up here, not together?
Can you turn back time if you cannot commit to more than today?
Truth is rewarded with a warm hug, time, tide, no one,
everyone's sister, cousin, best friend, double.