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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Aurora
Time and space
Form the X & Y
Axis oF valleys
and RidgeS oF our
Location nobody asks
US
Our Mountains are eyelids my
hand into pen to ink turns the paper
before / & right wrong / but not after
of that which feeds us soul and laughter
our faces in the fire / glow / go
to where our mountains are eyelids
looking down
with no grimacing cringes
Form the X & Y
Axis oF valleys
and RidgeS oF our
Location nobody asks
US
Our Mountains are eyelids my
hand into pen to ink turns the paper
before / & right wrong / but not after
of that which feeds us soul and laughter
our faces in the fire / glow / go
to where our mountains are eyelids
looking down
with no grimacing cringes
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 1
Violent Words for Beautiful People
For 'Tasha
and the land of eyes that comes between us
(you know how we do)
ch. 1
*|DISMEMBERED|*
So tonight I found myself alone / by choice / I lapped the humbling belly bottom of a full cup up to the rim with 90 proof lack of a voice / parted my lips to let my breathe set in / I pressed play just to see where the track would go from there / downed the last third of the fourth noun turned verb in a similar curve corked the CabSauv / it was with two spliffs and the first three quarters of the last half of that I heard sounds familiar in the melancholy breeze / maybe it was just the stoned half cut of my state but those dead leaf tones rang off the hook / with frequencies bent not coincidentally to the naked hips of the triptych of my archangels three / torsos light from appendages forgotten not a second thought brought to my head space / for they erased the neck to teach me / and I am learning / truly / the belts books and buckles pages burnt our burden in approximate circumference lasting far from the waist / scars across your nose your own transpose bruises on my cheeks / darker shades fade and wane with the vibration of a classical guitars fullness with sound until emptiness of the strings / eluded confusive as crystal glass or a woman's voice sonaring between the walls of the chambers of my heart and their apartment hands twisting hidden blunts in the stairs shadows across the streets / only the ember glows enough to reflect off my iris at the same time / palms fish eye in the pupil androtoscope muscles cope diagonally / remember the aft forward mentioned streets / salves we spread they're still there and defined in kind we blend in so easily with the cracks in the stained glass / the clouds cover every slab of concrete / brushes and cans / graffiti tags enfrancais / je ne sais pas and must I repeat / carpe diem and a shrouded set of feet paintings of mercenaries no newspapers circulated because we all knew what that means / celestial pelvis in anatomy a child where my jaw and teeth should be / ghostly mother fucker / that’s what I’ll name him / maybe oblique / maybe more P.C. / maybe not shut my trap my cotton mouth grows the crops we need in actuality / yes my sister you know what I mean / and that’s fine cost and pence and repositioned stance slime and a half an easy dance a quarter nickel dime / eliminating the buy or the sell the end or the mid line or the cut of the hard line against my rain my heart pours too / it starts / rolling back counter clock wise numbers diminishing but do not demise / still grimacing in the old lines I retrospectively find luxury in the clairvoyance abounding virtuous but never the purest points of physicality point towards sacred symptoms our rituals we hold in revelry my dearest we didn't discriminate we let it flow just to watch who threw the throwing nest the furthest / a phoenix born in mid air / a man with a woman in a cave with no home an old wolf / the two grasp the backs of each others heads / grapple tightly knotted fistfuls of certainty to tomorrow watch the evolution the natural will of growth of those twist sun kissed mitts of thick and dreaded hair
For 'Tasha
and the land of eyes that comes between us
(you know how we do)
ch. 1
*|DISMEMBERED|*
So tonight I found myself alone / by choice / I lapped the humbling belly bottom of a full cup up to the rim with 90 proof lack of a voice / parted my lips to let my breathe set in / I pressed play just to see where the track would go from there / downed the last third of the fourth noun turned verb in a similar curve corked the CabSauv / it was with two spliffs and the first three quarters of the last half of that I heard sounds familiar in the melancholy breeze / maybe it was just the stoned half cut of my state but those dead leaf tones rang off the hook / with frequencies bent not coincidentally to the naked hips of the triptych of my archangels three / torsos light from appendages forgotten not a second thought brought to my head space / for they erased the neck to teach me / and I am learning / truly / the belts books and buckles pages burnt our burden in approximate circumference lasting far from the waist / scars across your nose your own transpose bruises on my cheeks / darker shades fade and wane with the vibration of a classical guitars fullness with sound until emptiness of the strings / eluded confusive as crystal glass or a woman's voice sonaring between the walls of the chambers of my heart and their apartment hands twisting hidden blunts in the stairs shadows across the streets / only the ember glows enough to reflect off my iris at the same time / palms fish eye in the pupil androtoscope muscles cope diagonally / remember the aft forward mentioned streets / salves we spread they're still there and defined in kind we blend in so easily with the cracks in the stained glass / the clouds cover every slab of concrete / brushes and cans / graffiti tags enfrancais / je ne sais pas and must I repeat / carpe diem and a shrouded set of feet paintings of mercenaries no newspapers circulated because we all knew what that means / celestial pelvis in anatomy a child where my jaw and teeth should be / ghostly mother fucker / that’s what I’ll name him / maybe oblique / maybe more P.C. / maybe not shut my trap my cotton mouth grows the crops we need in actuality / yes my sister you know what I mean / and that’s fine cost and pence and repositioned stance slime and a half an easy dance a quarter nickel dime / eliminating the buy or the sell the end or the mid line or the cut of the hard line against my rain my heart pours too / it starts / rolling back counter clock wise numbers diminishing but do not demise / still grimacing in the old lines I retrospectively find luxury in the clairvoyance abounding virtuous but never the purest points of physicality point towards sacred symptoms our rituals we hold in revelry my dearest we didn't discriminate we let it flow just to watch who threw the throwing nest the furthest / a phoenix born in mid air / a man with a woman in a cave with no home an old wolf / the two grasp the backs of each others heads / grapple tightly knotted fistfuls of certainty to tomorrow watch the evolution the natural will of growth of those twist sun kissed mitts of thick and dreaded hair
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 2
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 2
*|BRAP|*
she strode back lit beneath the tundra lunar mountains / a rain of combustibles not the snow to the soft rocks covered / gambit between her teeth / she ground the suits colorsfeverently into sparks coffer valuable as the armor we shed together / first the gauntlets then the breast plate / the gilded slot spattered head piece wheezed distressingly from chin across brow and off her face entirely / her spiraling onyx locks hissed then faded as dying cobras as they came to rest bouncing anti conquer flag motionless with a chasing pace / limitless spit string stung tranquil guise in stature / much akin to four post bed boards with poles the handcuffs glimmered released to ease in the after glow / still warm and almost skin toned remembering the blizzard torched upon them / when our war was haughty and fragrant enough we were split wide in the likeness of heart monitors off beat and the Sahara plains horizon somewhere along our tongues travels from freckled nose to the base of a thick goatee deep with your scent / few happenings on the face of the planet surpass the power to stop time as laughter during sex / messages opaque spanned me like gloves fit eloquent comfort undeniable there is certainly no restraint of these things that I do crave / so I sang songs into her body / hymns flow up stream filling every space of her being exiting out amplified by thechakras her extremities and taut cheeks bludgeoned the space coating moans / bereavement of organic tremulants shattered beyond decibel conception one would swear this cathedral and bell tower were of ancient stories / oral tradition kept in the farthest places of her mind / even thelocal's memories became fanciful expletives sputtered at a rate fluxed as the stones in the market's open walls / chiselings of her crucibles lower abdominal calls resounding continuously with every drop / crashing loudly from the court yards fire fountains and wind falls / if the cobble's cat eyed scrawls could talk the priests swept aside would transcribe tales of public hangings / there hasn't been one for decades butlordy knows what positions righteous men would bend to bring that blindfold back / so I maintain focus by keeping my ear to the leper's lips for it's at the base of the smoke stack that the coals smolder brightest / and no they don't spit fire or spectacle or call out to speak with anyone in particular / even me / but as they enunciate four looping syllables "oms" "for" "the" "poor" resignation as ambient as the black sun's reflection of the clock tower's face onto the empty space where the gallows lived / where the mortar sieved fluent / it's origins being the rock and flagstaff you know trickled here from abroad / her broad shoulders lowered comfortably onto comfort with the same ease their prophets retold her past as if into the future with such clarity those stories became synonymous with omniscience / herferocity with congruence / my superfluous intention / war calls and bed moans / the space between our heavy maul proved the mauls themselves a shield worth erecting
ch. 2
*|BRAP|*
she strode back lit beneath the tundra lunar mountains / a rain of combustibles not the snow to the soft rocks covered / gambit between her teeth / she ground the suits colorsfeverently into sparks coffer valuable as the armor we shed together / first the gauntlets then the breast plate / the gilded slot spattered head piece wheezed distressingly from chin across brow and off her face entirely / her spiraling onyx locks hissed then faded as dying cobras as they came to rest bouncing anti conquer flag motionless with a chasing pace / limitless spit string stung tranquil guise in stature / much akin to four post bed boards with poles the handcuffs glimmered released to ease in the after glow / still warm and almost skin toned remembering the blizzard torched upon them / when our war was haughty and fragrant enough we were split wide in the likeness of heart monitors off beat and the Sahara plains horizon somewhere along our tongues travels from freckled nose to the base of a thick goatee deep with your scent / few happenings on the face of the planet surpass the power to stop time as laughter during sex / messages opaque spanned me like gloves fit eloquent comfort undeniable there is certainly no restraint of these things that I do crave / so I sang songs into her body / hymns flow up stream filling every space of her being exiting out amplified by thechakras her extremities and taut cheeks bludgeoned the space coating moans / bereavement of organic tremulants shattered beyond decibel conception one would swear this cathedral and bell tower were of ancient stories / oral tradition kept in the farthest places of her mind / even thelocal's memories became fanciful expletives sputtered at a rate fluxed as the stones in the market's open walls / chiselings of her crucibles lower abdominal calls resounding continuously with every drop / crashing loudly from the court yards fire fountains and wind falls / if the cobble's cat eyed scrawls could talk the priests swept aside would transcribe tales of public hangings / there hasn't been one for decades butlordy knows what positions righteous men would bend to bring that blindfold back / so I maintain focus by keeping my ear to the leper's lips for it's at the base of the smoke stack that the coals smolder brightest / and no they don't spit fire or spectacle or call out to speak with anyone in particular / even me / but as they enunciate four looping syllables "oms" "for" "the" "poor" resignation as ambient as the black sun's reflection of the clock tower's face onto the empty space where the gallows lived / where the mortar sieved fluent / it's origins being the rock and flagstaff you know trickled here from abroad / her broad shoulders lowered comfortably onto comfort with the same ease their prophets retold her past as if into the future with such clarity those stories became synonymous with omniscience / herferocity with congruence / my superfluous intention / war calls and bed moans / the space between our heavy maul proved the mauls themselves a shield worth erecting
V.W.f.B.P. ch. 3
Violent Words for Beautiful People
ch. 3
*|MOVING PICTURES / ALL SO STILL|*
at first mind's eye polaroid you fragged me near trench sill dominating traffic / left airless / a shudder a childish man humble asunder on shaky knees / my mer de noms were so many until you caught my gaze and true focus of my winds was not necessary (you were sure to remind me of this as you stood tip toe on the tops of my kicks as you pressed your breath against the breadth of my lips) but I deemed a necessity / I deemed a single uplifting catastrophe reign to overturn inspire stars derail / enrapture comfort and confront me for bars last opus strange since four stanzas sounded clairvoyance in amongst the dark wood and brass / droplets sent crimson chaos theorying between the soft curls of hair / continuing the virtue / anti gravity hand held as analog poetry parted between the blades and dew brings coalescence reminiscent of new fronts approached strongly / the words ran like wine pooling imperfectly a cup astounds your navel jewelery and running... running... the many body parts yourboney hips could be construed as / canals / chunnels siphon the sweet between your whispers... quivering bottom lip whispers / sacred space silk folds and fragrant incenses / I dare not even speak for the next six and a half inches of sentence slips soft as farthest stars I know you keep deep / deep deep somewhere between flat stomach and the tail bones up turned cheek / when I touch you I smell you / when I hear you I taste you / when any single sense is engaged all of my senses experience with afractaling love that leaves me knowing what it is to be a part of the self similarity that I see all around me / to look into your eyes and know that we are the same thing / the same being / to know you know this also / I do not simply lose myself in your eyes / I lose everything in everything else / there is no vessel / there are noplaines no pains no vestiges to find round here / no trestles no dope no messages no hope no kinmanship no fear / no threads no kicks or caps no happenings not ever an "it is" never a single perhaps / no constraints no brains no blue skies no conflicts and no remains / to the best of me your windows are as a physical reminder that perfectly personifies what it is to find balance / I lose everything in everything else / and in doing so I gain what I can only iterate as infinity / the 40 in my bag that never empties / my body breaks down the alcohol immaculately in a last ditch attempt to penetrate the toned muscles thread by thread / a loss of definition all reasonable doubt removed within the space of parted lips and utterance met / what it is indictment? these parameters callvicinity no more accurately than a monk and his cloak equal obsidian deep connection / now ask me again and I will tell you what is intimate what is sacred I will tell you what is ZEN.
ch. 3
*|MOVING PICTURES / ALL SO STILL|*
at first mind's eye polaroid you fragged me near trench sill dominating traffic / left airless / a shudder a childish man humble asunder on shaky knees / my mer de noms were so many until you caught my gaze and true focus of my winds was not necessary (you were sure to remind me of this as you stood tip toe on the tops of my kicks as you pressed your breath against the breadth of my lips) but I deemed a necessity / I deemed a single uplifting catastrophe reign to overturn inspire stars derail / enrapture comfort and confront me for bars last opus strange since four stanzas sounded clairvoyance in amongst the dark wood and brass / droplets sent crimson chaos theorying between the soft curls of hair / continuing the virtue / anti gravity hand held as analog poetry parted between the blades and dew brings coalescence reminiscent of new fronts approached strongly / the words ran like wine pooling imperfectly a cup astounds your navel jewelery and running... running... the many body parts yourboney hips could be construed as / canals / chunnels siphon the sweet between your whispers... quivering bottom lip whispers / sacred space silk folds and fragrant incenses / I dare not even speak for the next six and a half inches of sentence slips soft as farthest stars I know you keep deep / deep deep somewhere between flat stomach and the tail bones up turned cheek / when I touch you I smell you / when I hear you I taste you / when any single sense is engaged all of my senses experience with afractaling love that leaves me knowing what it is to be a part of the self similarity that I see all around me / to look into your eyes and know that we are the same thing / the same being / to know you know this also / I do not simply lose myself in your eyes / I lose everything in everything else / there is no vessel / there are noplaines no pains no vestiges to find round here / no trestles no dope no messages no hope no kinmanship no fear / no threads no kicks or caps no happenings not ever an "it is" never a single perhaps / no constraints no brains no blue skies no conflicts and no remains / to the best of me your windows are as a physical reminder that perfectly personifies what it is to find balance / I lose everything in everything else / and in doing so I gain what I can only iterate as infinity / the 40 in my bag that never empties / my body breaks down the alcohol immaculately in a last ditch attempt to penetrate the toned muscles thread by thread / a loss of definition all reasonable doubt removed within the space of parted lips and utterance met / what it is indictment? these parameters callvicinity no more accurately than a monk and his cloak equal obsidian deep connection / now ask me again and I will tell you what is intimate what is sacred I will tell you what is ZEN.
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