night sky mainline
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
outside.
where they want you.
facing the product.
[remember the days when the outside provided escape?]
find yourself
losing yourself
at a desperate bar,
faded neon
faded minds.
dark, dirty tint to the glass
serves its purpose.
you've lost track of existence,
humanity
time and matter
crawling into a bottle of flavored oblivion,
staring at the flickering screen.
a fly,
trapped.
banging its body against the glass.
buzzing angrily,
knowing there is a life out there
they desire yet cannot obtain.
you are the fly.
your television,
your bottle...
the windows to false escape.
fresh water for rotting flowers
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
how we grab for our chunk of
sweet,
frosted,
vanity.
we don't wait for the plate.
making sure bloodlines
never run thin.
the colder bodies
passing the warmer ones
the boxes.
boxes of tradition.
predjudice.
fear.
aristo-crash: the seasons.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
you're a big fish
swimming in a very small bowl...
do you know this to be true?
i used the knife you planted
to cut a chunk out of the deep
spring sky
that covered your tiny little town.
the last words you said made no sense.
the bridge you were standing on
became engulfed
in an ocean of fire.
it was
summer, and you
quit
fighting
it.
self-righteous receptacle
disemboweled by a
fall wind.
we all see how you were no more than litter--
useless,
discarded,
parts.
memory eater,
cold and grey
photographic fuel.
salivating over synapses,
placed on a shelf,
to distill, ferment...
waiting for the passing,
for the jackboot of
winterwas oppressing the seasons once more.
proletariot triumphant: random pieces of matter III
Friday, January 13, 2006
12/23- homeless/nameless: spit from the mouth of the government, scraped from the boot of society.
1/9- diving is falling: memories, like shipwrecks, sink to the bottom of my heart. all in sedimentary ash.
1/10- hissing tears: your crying eyes are snakes, the traveling shapes down your face are not tears but tongues lashing out against the air.
1/11- king size concrete: light artificial bathing nature's blanket in acidic lumination. unready but not unwilling to face the last day of my life...[thought incomplete]
1/13- the error in control: be still my darling night sky, so i may hang the moon upon you. fractured, falling off the ladder, i see stars... [thought incomplete]
straight ahead standard
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
long legs and black beating heart,
jumping from the pages
of the latest
fashion
tragedy.
eyes like scissors,
cutting you in half.
novelty set to flesh,
american
teenage
wasteland
nightmare.
dirty looks
and credit cards,
all gone before you notice
in self-defense.
the leak of bessemer trust
Friday, January 06, 2006
when does this all end?she turns to me and asks.
when they bury me,
i reply.
there's a beautiful agony in all of this...
like the million colors that become
one
morning
horizon.
a ritual,
a method,
descending.
an heirloom.
old as the yellowed pages of an antique volume.
tears of a hypocrite
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
...and if these hands become weapons,
bury them in burning sand.
...and if this mouth expells bitter words,
fill it with saccharine.
...and if these eyes burn holes in your head,
blind them with darkness instead.
...and when feet kick in defiance,
fit them with cement surroundings...
all for the one party plan,
a status quo incarnate.
[striking striking us down striking us down and keeping us there keeping us there there]
coin operated consciousness
a beautiful glance,
caught. oh, those marching minutes...
never still, but on parchment.
a photograph.
just paper,
reacting to chemicals
and the starvation of light
between the spaces.
capturing a moment,
sans meaning,
at the time.
a girl's grace--
stepping out of a vehicle,
i caught her face.
love was a season.
warm,
then inclement--
uninhabitable.
an empty street,
policing...
ushering drunk, stumbling leaves
along an asphalt body.
moments pass.
some collected,
some burned.
[which moment are you?]
