two sides of a worthless coin
the Earth left bitter
unmettled
you knew
it was gone
when you wouldn't
say it was gone
I knew you were gone
But just had to hold on
Friday, November 30, 2012
courtney and beaumains
Posted by Unknown at 11:57 PM |
shapes on the potomac
how did something so unaccountably
massive and intricate, gargantuan beyond any concept of god,
tinier than never was become
wavelengthening infrastructural uncorpus
mealwrothe in aspectum
until all of ya: just energy nimbus
clouds, red lines in a white
gashing mist flashing thru you now
how did such a massive steely
greed engravure sistine chapelesque orgy of streaming death
become, in the intricate molecular
vice of the world,
(all its salve masticating needs blasted and goners)
gone as any wasted honest eyes
slash bayonet sized and
it's gonna be long gone goodbyes now
for generations on end
each one now
end
on end
again
for the rest of time
until All gone again
and after it's All gone:
on and on in
ontological oblivion
no peel,
no onion
no nine no
six no zero
no none
non anon
non y
no non
no
And you know it is the end;
you can feel it tonight
graven in the lines in the face
of the Ancient
in all the
deguerrotypes.
Posted by Unknown at 11:38 PM |
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Preener
Posted by Unknown at 9:34 PM |
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
everything risen
I knew she wouldn't be my friend
She'd be too scandalized to understand
Wouldn't be too funny for her one true friend
Who she swore never to always want to see again
She wanted to become undone with ya, friend
Be alone yet soft with ya, one and easy, again
But ya came with that gravy
Roseur tone, sepia eyes and then
All your bronze horses
Long gone to Hell here were just
Braying in the sky, all along
Soon be grazing in your eye
Her gray eyes
Were full brimful
Of light unfading, as unto
The Ancient's face
If you were so lucky, bud.
You could be in key,
but who could say?
She couldn't, and you can't hear.
And all your bronze horses
Long gone to Hell here were just
Braying in the sky, all along
Soon be grazing in your eye
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An image rushing you down
that you can't ever see
where everything risen
is in crisis at once
In the New World
Hurt was what it was
that you saw before ya
And you can both always and never ask
Before you make it Good again
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She looked at me nakedly in the truck.
Gave me the runaround that that truck owned
Posted by Unknown at 12:37 AM |