Drawing the Shadows

So now we see the shape of the disaster
a rising note that changes everything
but still, you must go on walking...

That's all there is.

Put your eye on the form of the air
instead of the outline of the heart
it's a lot less painful this way.

Practicing For Winter

Define the color that means between
A sound on the way
from something to nothing

Unexpectedly the marks were made
to dissappear

Understand the joke

Find the path to ridiculous

If You Love Me, Take Me To Grooveland; Part Two

The things you eat
will soon eat you
everybody's got to go, sometime
might as well go happy

and full.


the rule is to dance
as much as possible
given your given talent
and the amount your stomach allows

Dumbass Opera #12

Sukarno finds himself in hell
with various other villains
"all I have done I did for the people,
and this is how I am repaid!"

The Devil now admits his impotence
(he was an unsubstantiated rumor all along)

Turns out, the rumormongers had something
after all, they were the people.

Balance of justice a trickle of light from a distant galaxy
"Why am I made to suffer?" asks Sukarno in the darkness.
"Why not?" reply the people.

The Big Now

Age of darkness
designer of randomness
with inconsistent heart
only constant in its disappointment

and the yearning I thought I left behind.

FuturePast is only now
the hardships of learning and leaning into
the wind I begin to
forget myself and all I am gives itself away.

Now, the foot becomes the journey
in return to that reptile-state where grief
is counted

then factored out of the equation.

Umbilical

Where the beginning may meet the end
the villains mix with the innocent
everyone is innocent, now.

Though you may have destroyed yourself and everything else
in a flash of light and metal and spit and shit and blood
the meat of lost heads sprayed along the pavement

you will meet with the destroyer of worlds
who might wink at you
and invite you to tea

work

I have work to do, today
Making this or that much of which
Finds its comfort in a long ago forgotten fact of
an act of astonishment where you, not yet complacent,
made such a beautiful sound, a moan, really,
that drove me to this feeling of sadness.

I have work to do, today
Producing ore in the shade of monuments
To change and the blood-sport of killing off
The present right as it becomes the past.
This we need as we eat our seed corn
In an effort to deny the swirling, roaring whirlpool just around
The edge-
Now coming into view.

I have work to do, today
Forging chains in advance of the coming auto da fe
When heretics, fresh from confession will finally perish
In an ordeal by fire- are they frightened?
Or are they rich?

I have work to do, today.