CLXXIX.
May 15, 2013 § Leave a Comment
measured how?
height, inches. daylight, orbits
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death of a rabbit
tick tock, I am afterward
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Coming Soon!
moments,
you, me, them
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named how?
unnamed, unmeasured
I
a drop, a grain
atom of the universe
I,
universe of atoms
CLXXVIII.
April 24, 2013 § Leave a Comment
The apartment flooded
belongings crowd my back
monitor light assaulting glass lenses
behind,
treated-mahogany bass drum, keyboard, laptop, suitcases, leather shoes,
dry-clean shirts—
slacks, ties
water-logged artifacts towered, crushing air
around our Room-less roommate
unobtrusive, he huddles in the couch, comforters, whatever dry
All behind,
behind me
Wet towers suffocate
novel sentences unfit,
Cannot fit—
noun, adjective, joiners wedged
No room
no money
no money, in this
no money, for lights
Oh, Monitor, how harsh upon these eyes
how late,
I must quit
CLXXVII.
April 22, 2013 § Leave a Comment
blinds slack
lantern pitches light, static-orange
That television grandmother tossed
once the tube fizzled out
night, from bed
room-window pantomiming childhood
bright, stare long enough
applause emerges—
laughter, instrumental queue, monologue
worlds untouched,
boxed, static
Room-window glows
CLXXVI.
April 21, 2013 § Leave a Comment
exert
forearm, abdomen, limbs
caged immensities — the head, the chest
thoughts mimic breathing
eased; in, out
steadied,
unsteady
wickedness breeds selfishness
removed, naive
These traditions
boys equipped
nails, ball-bearings, backpacks
from Oregon
to Boston,
I weep
CLXXIV.
April 3, 2013 § Leave a Comment
particles
scatter, frenetic, unbound
absorbed,
human eyes imagine color
without perception, brilliant pinks, blues, greens—
cease to exist
unheeded travel;
dying cosmic giants burned into weightless, heat-absent black
if we blink out
who witnesses our light?
–
from a hospital bed,
I perceive shadows, warring particles
scattered, frenetic, unbounded
Devices capture, release, diminish
Urgent Care cries dissolve, rinsed in time
CLXXII.
March 20, 2013 § Leave a Comment
concave lines engineered
blinds, lampshade, vase
moth wings flutter
panicked, glass cell
hit! sputter, hit
refracted lamp-light alerts the call
the search
the warmth
CLXXI.
March 9, 2013 § Leave a Comment
secluded head, severed arms
autonomously, throat-chords strum:
“Nuclear Might”
“We Are A Threat”
self-entitled aggressor,
earn what you deserve
Un, frightened child
CLXX.
March 7, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Taken from John Roderick’s “Punk Rock is Bullshit”:
“What has punk rock done for us? Did it defeat Reaganism and Thatcherism and end the Cold War? Has it brought us social justice? Did it smash the state, prevent in any way the 12 years of the Imperial Bush dynasty, galvanize youth, subvert the dominant paradigm, or for one minute prevent the total commercialization of culture and the chemical digitalization of music that happened under its watch?”
petty shifts,
words make
ears distort
Hive-mind: “for a cause!”
its successor scrambles, a blind infant seeking unheard sounds,
more shifts, such petty shifts
What has anything I created done for anyone?
brash, misguided inquiry
CLXIX.
March 7, 2013 § Leave a Comment
for a close friend,
Thank you
for administering such raw, unsolicited, immeasurable love
Your speech endows my hearing;
your dress, my sights;
your fragrance, my ancient faculty—how olfactory nerves yearn, impassioned!
Against long distances
ambitions intertwine us
CLXVIII.
March 5, 2013 § Leave a Comment
beneath asphalt roofing
lanterns beam
Out my window,
condensation flares orange
leafless, scraggly oak limbs tower
A white-blue mouth is crashing
down, around us
CLXVI.
February 7, 2013 § Leave a Comment
this morning, barren,
stark against retreating night
Without time-bearers, none could tell
Icy shadow swallows
what burns (streetlamp) what bears,
industrial match struck lit, tumbling
off, swallowed
Mighty hand-tree, roots-and-all, grapple dark
harness! live on
alongside old trunks, iron poles fixed slim, hanging
bright but dimmed
this morning, barren,
stark against retreating night
CL.
December 23, 2012 § Leave a Comment
returning to what? inflection substitutes for what my linguistic preferences were at a time
returning for whom? no person replays what I meticulously labor on, be it a synthesized keyboard, organ, or an arpeggiator; no amount of virtual stringed instruments or mixed, spoken vocal tracks will attract the common ear as it will my own;
returning for whom? each note chosen, each key touched by my own hand, tweaked by my own ear
words, in their own right, chosen with care
octaves are no different
rhythms, too
commas, periods. dashes / colons: cuts
what is begged of me is internal, the audience within
A measured year has almost passed
spirits wane—
may restraint illuminate! may a certain self-temperance allow my instinctual self to recoup,
the narrative-structured prose to recall
