Not scuttling, but purposeless drifting life at the bottom. Oblivious to pressure, ignorant of the sky. . Befouling the water, eating, spawning Reacting to sensation heads lifting heavy in the weight movement but not intention. The intricate meshing of shells cool, brecciate, wrought of creation unconsidered. Safe, placid. Until indifferent violence stop the images floating… Continue reading Nitrogen Sea
Pain Failure Pain The consuming cold Hurtling through dust Standing amid assertiveness blackness A cadence amid the throbbing The flaw in the vacuum A murmur A dissipating wisp
The too sharp nose, the tuned chin, the turned up lip frozen music in profile. A note of a child, hints at the ephemera of beauty. A cadence. Then the woman and, beyond balance, the depth of color in a blond cheek The grey eyes The warm untouched hands A turn of the… Continue reading A turn
Hesitancy has replaced the voice of god and divine hallucination is lost. mute appeals to unworkable gods as the flood waters rise. Is tragedy only found in expectation? If only less of the chaos was known if it wasn’t so apparent maybe then this is an epic sung instead of a farce of noises… Continue reading Empty throne – notes
I waited for it to die I counted on the clock to begin, for the recall to weaken emptiness to crowd in I don’t know why. Could it be her pictures? Maybe something else. I went back to into life So busy, so full of movement I crafted new clever dreams prepared to become… Continue reading Ritual
The land is fixed as the boat moves, sterile in the distance, in the dusk. The waves are dark green and blue like capsicum leaves, jagged and random, and the setting sun carves a path in the bed as it follows the boat. We scan for more Orca fins and recount the sightings. But now… Continue reading Movement (working)
The big cat paces Heavy footfalls That cause the groaning of the earth The big cat looks doesn’t see the cage just the way the he’ll be free The big cat is hungry But not worried The big cat gets fed The big cat is no panther he has no patience for… Continue reading The big cat
a clarinet in close branches a cymbal sizzles in the street a woodblock knocking in a downspout and a distant cello groans into town the basso continuo surrounds the rain proceeds ignoring everything
The first ghosts came from a darkened cave black awakening from memories not distant enough too real to give comfort. A warm summer evening the last sunlight bends in a curtain flits onions slightly burnt, sugary and pork chops jumping in belligerent fat my mother and aunt a kitchen table cloth, asking if I will… Continue reading Ghosts
Glass has become ice itself. The cold burdens the roof holding it in a vise. Structure is tested by a terrible engine gargantuan and unseen low, grinding, shrieking like a furious shadowy bird. The night is blackness, reaching to the stars.
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