Castle wall lifting thought beam

Crystal lattice-work cathedral domes with pointed light in the middle, these choir voices calling for me to leave this tissue cadaver and fly to otherwhere.
O! weighted corpse that imprisons this angel-wing while voices cry “Come! Be! Not with! No place! This place! This nothing!”
Swirling diamond eaten-spun-sugar castle walls and movement that cries for home beyond. So many cells, so many voices. Lights and sucking tendrils of life-line and disappearing hypnosis
Another road ahead, and another time to journey
Here I come!

The Night Sky

Today the sky breathed its last in a stringbearding final death of rain. It sunk its yogic cathedral ‘neath Debussayan whole tone waves. I saw it pass all stained by glass and it spilt red sunset blood all over the white temples of skylined human habitation. They glowed a burning heat away with the rain’s remains. Suddenly shot forth a rainbow, but it too was besmotted with blood. It was bright red, encircling the pink flesh of a dying day. Outside its boundary the sky was a dark night blue. It was like the border between two countries on a map with dark and light contrasting. The old regime of this bright impassioned day falling to the cool, sleek, and modernized night.

[found art] – Regret

Note: This was found buried deep in the utility closet of my apartment. I don’t know who the author is, and I don’t recognize the writing. It’s probably lyrics to a song that I will never listen to, but its amazing. Enjoy.

But now its all over
I do admit I’m
sad it hurts real bad
But I can’t sweat that
cuz I loved a hoe

Fallout Mechanisms of a New Republic – p.II

Following of which…the lizardly flakings that bake raked takings away from the skins of sullen children in the rain. It themed its song all the way to downtown and we had to gut the poor fuckers. All organs plastic and slowly membranized surrounded with a layer of dioxin shrink wrap. Always in full albums they hope through the hopskotch and we have to settle them down. Perhaps babies are better to be slaughtered and hung as lawn ornaments gently perfuming the wind with a sort of sour orange wind chime. Do you vine your grapes before existing or merely shit them away in the times that wave to my email account. Right Jon?

Fallout Mechanisms of a New Republic – p.I

With bronzed glory this Amazon warrior princess stands above our city
with one foot in the capital of Wallow-way and the other crushing the menace of the lounge-chair virus
This horrible virus that turns our children to a plastic sheen and gives them skin of a flowery pattern
O – woe is our township, so susceptible to this furniturial horror!

Moldavite

This glass falls from space
A genetic memory carries on by the generations before
Light shines forth putting vision into capstone – rent asunder
Elfin silence, empty air
Gift give – of inspiration – by the unlikely candidate
as a balm for the missing parts of my mind – cooling and pure
This elusive moment escaping my grasp, a locked door to me with no keyhole
I can’t slip between the cracks of reality into this realm – it won’t let me
I can’t flatten myself as a sheet of fine rice paper to enter this wonder
Moving all around me as the light wraps the inside with glorious wonderment
lifting the heavy growth of blindness and jungle naivety
The warmth of a womb suspended beside this life . this bubble . this lightning.
with eyes locked for this everlasting moment

The Trees Are Sleeping

This tired blanket has steeped its way into my muscles
massaging out any hope for true rest, more restless illusions
maniccolorfulorgasmsoundoverloadsensefeartoomuch
Another round of VR tacklebox ahead of me as my windows close and this attic goes dark
the robot is at rest – the wind-up, tick-tock, clockwork grinds no more
Silence draped around the edges of all surfaces, muffled and grey
so softly these tiny muses come dancing along into the inside tunnel
trying to find a cubby-hole to hide in, to grow in – a muse motel
Come one and all and partake!
Have at it! Just leave enough for everyone.

7-11-07 11:11 GMT

Behind my eyes, before my eyes, inside my eyes, through my eyes
this one note – rising, fleet of foot and full beyond compare
This one thread binding me to the quicksilver pool of life
A bird matches the glimmering strand and weaves its tapestry
Soul becomes engulfed and longer is I
is We is Us
All