Sunday, August 31, 2008

trash

trash a ticket and turn off the lights, take a quill&ink and sketch me a stretch limousine on the yellow papyrus sheet.

cylindrical corners are circling sharp-edged spheres in jungle-esque sorroundings so i am comfortable in pinto bean bag chair bed catalyse reactions between skin and substance somewhere punctuation cut its chords within carnivore cavern

periodical rest on perpetual planet take back my steeple-chested belief in grace buy me new shirt stainless and jagged kneecap cracking kneecap rest beneath hands folded tapping infinite songs comprised of chords within carnivore cavern

Saturday, August 30, 2008

fruitful

i am merging with anterior matter to fortify the bridge betweem myself and infinity. i am not multiplying any more but i slide graceful over pools of cosmic dark.

infinite swan say you are sleeping. infinite tower fall from your base. infinite color collect in the corner. infinite wheel stay afloat and a-spinning.

Friday, August 29, 2008

jazz music

i take my foot off the gas pedal and drift. a hazy jazz number breaks through static. "i saw you in a dream" comes crooning through shimmering saxaphone splendor and dirty frequency modulation.

"i saw you in a dream." epiphany rise within me. close eyes and bring forth endless colored light.

"i saw you in a dream." counted sheep and tired weep, comfort speak for endless weeks.

"i saw you in a dream." turn to the left, bring it all back home and spill your guts on a telephone signal interrupted by transient fowl.

"i saw you in a dream." flesh and blood in murky mud, soul be cleaned and hope be weened.


uncertain breath foregoes a change to autumnal mindset. earth tones ring early these years.


Thursday, August 28, 2008

solipsism sweat, catholicism regret

its true, life is a roller coaster; it was built to make you sick. unfettered lightning takes a life, lightning harnessed will save you. prescriptions are placebos, vanity runs deep in every stream of consciousness. i hope you've got your kayak.

yearn for coloured swirl in chrysalis cave. stagnation is fiction. dynamic and complex are not synonyms.

i met you in solace field and watched the metaphorical auspiciousness burn. you swore it wasn't real, but i've been there before, i've seen it. fuck you, you aren't real. 'real' is an abstraction. nothing is real.