Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Sole Leather Laces

Sole Leather Laces Belt Button Fly Tie Button Collar
Leather Laces Belt Button Fly Tie Button Collar Sole
Laces Belt Button Fly Tie Button Collar Sole Leather
Belt Button Fly Tie Button Collar Sole Leather Laces
Button Fly Tie Button Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt
Fly Tie Button Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt Button
Tie Button Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt Button Fly
Button Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt Button Fly Tie
Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt Button Fly Tie Button

Some Promise

Some Promise

Part B

Awaiting . . . Expectant . . .
In time
In time
Anxiety sensed synaptic . . .
Impulse direct to nerve fray
In time
In time
Unmeasured tethers end
Goaded on suspense
In time
In time
Anticipation grasped tightly
To a physical sequence of symptoms
In time
In time
Obstructed on unknown ques
On minds conjuration
In time
In time
In time

Eternity
In time
It is supposed

Supersonic

Supersonic Here


Here I am
I can
Not
Here I am
Can you
Here I am
I must
Be
Here I am
Can’t you
Here I am
I want to
Here I am
Listen
Here I am
You are not
Looking
Here I am
Why can’t you
Here I am

I need to tell you
Yet
You travel at the speed of sound
I at the speed of light

You can not
Hear

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Cammus

Cammus

Glory
Disaster
Without transition
Indulge mechanically
Lying fantastically
Dust
The red light
Reputation
Favors
Admit it
Soared in bliss
The mortal state
Salacious monkey
Immortality
Over
The pain of living
The whole past
Lucid intoxication
Restores silence
Debauchery

Through You Are

Through You Are

I’ve not
Forgotten
Disengaged
Closed your eyes
Turned away do not look back at all
You fail to sea
It’s the horizon, my will is weak
Do not look back at all
Turn away avert your gaze
Transparent you are through
Seen and un-seen through
Do not look at me at all
I see through you are

Stumbled Tumbling

Stumbled Tumbling

Some full apprehension
Stumbled tumbling subterranean decension
Dirt and root this grasping chute whipping keen by
Sliding at speed thrashed raw on the weeds
Plunging deep earth ever ancient unknown
At the motion, mercy obstruction
Broke speed on an impact distilled
Unconscious mettle mistrust
A sense prolonged to a lull
Beneath settling ruble and dust
Inertia slowed, thrust smack against the inside of the skull

Slippery

Slippery

Standing
Shall low tide
Ebb fluently
With no thing
Nothing to halt me
Travelling in all to hurtling
The break-neck-speed
All but beyond me, until presently
Just the problem, so slippery
In tide
You encroach me almost physically
A tempting, pensively
Poor fool
To breach me quite openly
Dry mouth empty
Soft
As you fail in me

It’s the hype man gratuitously
Take the
Hoax man
Deep
Below the super fishy sea