Wednesday, October 28, 2009

mr. john keats

iterations replying to the replica imagined

yawn scatters the insides
of undelivered thought


thrice embalmed in freedom's
generous
offr'ing

"world, i've overcome you, world
i've overcome you,
world, I've overcome
by my song and the blood of a Son."

o dead poets and lovers
sanctioned by gravity's kin
the law of death
you take shape in sound or vision
imagined.
you lie
there on a pillow
or even on a screen,
mister John Keats

quotes as others', words as mine
all within God's reach and cause

hesitant to the beckoning:
settle now settle









seated at antidote

A "two hands"
not chosen towards me
Little flakes colored white
as dry
churning their best
to say what they
would like to say

I did not mention
I did not make mention of the coffee in front
The cup colored
aluminum mauve--still cosmic
and ceramic and white.
It does the same job of feeding me

named Edward on the right. They wear purple as "purple girls" today (so Edward must have been a mistake on someone's ear). Two men to watch two purples.

Wiggle and snuggle and hugging all sounds of a promise
The promise of a keeper

A Bauhaus shirt darkened in thread
Talk of moms and hello's to strangers
More talk of other daughters and moms
all with child

feather to the lift
soft in approach
calm in exit
tempting in return

Zippers and clips and baby
gadgets galore.
Sanitation is paramount.
Golden eyes glazed over blue.
and ga-ga
mesmerized cuckoo.

That step eighteen on down the line
is a must

Catch my attention
Throw it back to you
'til these hands butter
away
the dryness.

I was literally here--separate from the page--
on a third first
with my goodness and my lovely (and my less dramatic better half in the most loving way)
staring at the same colors
-tangerine child chair
-dark denim blue wall
-tweedy yellow chair, too

That picture never changing that
had praises spat upon

All this--in hands and eyes--the same, never changing

But there now barks and begs a dog
playing in opposition to what had lasted
from before
He or she--dare Not go near--
delays outside
visible from glass
delays car chase
episodes
and bark/bite combos

That changes that
photograph,
the chairs,
the hues of recognition,
the hands,
the mug,
the purple twos,

Wisdom

Wisdom is on my mind.

"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind. For that person must not suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.

[...] Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him. Let no one say when he is tempted, "I am being tempted by God," for God cannot be tempted with evil, and he himself tempts no one. But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.

Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change. Of his own will he brought us forth by the word of truth, that we should be a kind of firstfruits of his creatures."

-James 1:2-18


"In an economy of grace, all things come by asking and believing. That is the foremost requirement: to forsake our dependence on all self-effort and ask. God is generous with all things...The petitioner who asks God for His wisdom acknowledges the deficiency of his own. There can be no confusion of providence and pride when the gift begins with a humble request."


I don't have anything to add, as of now.

More to come.


Monday, October 26, 2009

pound
that stellar
construction

does it feel

punch here and here

thousands of lines
supposed to be hugging and
choking this love

sharp, tacky
slavish and splintered
enslaved
words trapping
and calling
-out to be noticed

whisper this way
whisper
right
on top

ask again
does it feel

elbows
steel in construction
ribs bruised by
giant hands

three empty couches with no one to fill the void

dive beneath
the soil
our birth
quicksand from one
thousand feet up

drive into the soil
find life, find yourself some life

those giant hands, always
again again

split solid ivory by kissing that
rib
cage

still, still grinding. Now I
have no
mouth, or seeing eyes, or vapor breath

untangle this dusty apparatus.

here, make
You

Thursday, October 22, 2009

chalky fingernails

i have no idea why i'm playing music.

this cannot be good.


commercials just end up watching me

i'm cashing in on this pot of gold!

and, i'm really proud of my last post.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

charlie rose (is on)


anything will do
(do) here
psalms
if i've lasted
curled and torqued, touching other
seeded and planted and growing
this chaff
of lasting howling
crept in, oh i mean
mean-----mean-----mean
kept in
did this stalky grieving
goldfish growing upset stomach


I bought this and it does not work
can you spare some help
oh, i surely surely surely tell you
surely broken
crystallization
hopes crossing
crooks
revel in the fix

o how i dare say,
i surely must've forgotten soooooomething at the market...
i'm sure it shall come to thee or me or whoever

striking terr--, terr--
terrific asphyxiation
to the welcomed, humble hands
negating natural
biology, crusting,
limpid
identification

"but i want so badly to be in these pages", "somewhere
so badly in the pages"
.................................................
..................."so badly in", so badly in, [so badly in]
...............................
.....
.......................
"um, well, yes...but that color does not bode well for my good graces' sake"

here lies this cork
"got deviled into"
wine
bad

holiday
here, and
vacationing
here
soaking
among other
tattooed blots of an estimation but an estimation
I myself
will
not calculate
nor estrange with variants
collecting data
by the sea

take
a handfull of sand and stick
it
in your mouth and
try to swallow