July 17th '10

A bird call rang from the black ice beer can
its tone glittered roughly somewhere between that of a dying cat and an orgasming infant
as the jungle canopy of aluminum ran from the ceiling in fear of the quicksand healing
a cascading cacophony of vocalized hollering drew over the crashing cans
loud enough to be the plummeting's soundtrack
alone isolating the visual from the audio and leaving no linkage to absorb

flatten my defecation and I lost amazon reason to believe the bending screen
the blending means pull hard
and wrench from my bass a concrete tiger
eyes slight as bamboo and dilated as television
wrists clatter ladder and the monument
once again is whole my stomach full
katana slit and shard belly buttons blue prints
now cut a fucking hole in me
and let the raw meat bloom and crawl and stink

My Alone

During a Pranayama this morning the sweet silk taste of pussy filled my senses with every exhalation.

Phalanx formed in micro bends, spherical armies converge in circular motion allowance towards ease from the basement bloom my bosom cut fluidly.

My alone is mine alone, first.
My alone is then for us all.

My breath is of limitless breadth.

This body does not contain me.
This room cannot contain me.

In our dreams we find the vulnerability to hook a soft appendage and tug each others g-strings to the side. Laid out flat balance on a fire hydrant or concrete post, pain non existent, never opposed pure sensation. We bite our bottom lips off and grin with our eyes.

We enter ourselves, alone, we enter one another.

Standing head to toe I am come undone.
Camel pose ecstatic together, fearless, we cum.

My alone is mine alone, first.
My alone is then for us all.

REPLENiSH

The bass stance streams symbiotic
like the mind interprets sounds
in movement akin to phonetics
all around the world
our vocab is vernacular
manifesting monoliths
with every dub breath
breathes flame thrower steps
like I'm fire on the inside
oxygenated on the regular
grin wide grim wise
I got the grimoire packed with good intention

convex direction 'til it's something sly and circular
a thousand cycling spells of suspension

to mislead the grime lies into new times

they move in many ways any ways

my mind bouncing it strays

like any and everything plays every day

man I wish I could stay but when I lay

my body pulls me in every way but linear

my steps in trance

the cleft clef leaves me deaf
if you bleed me fresh
I'll blend right into the piss

never to be missed

cuz in death I never left

my prospective just shifts

my vision only lifts

my provision never sits

still for too long

singing the same song

repetition along with faith

it can only ferment

and so I spit it one more time

yes I spit it again

my honesty is eternal

perpetually replenished

coalescence in the afterglow

after death I'm never finished

flowing on tomorrow

whispering winds say I'm blessed

I don't acknowledge and I don't question

keep my head up even in sacred sorrow

live as if every moment is my first

I don't thirst the universe keeps me wet

my bed head my method fermented

replenished one more time spit it

REPLENISHED there I said it

The cold and the rain and the spirit within (a long story told shortly)

I left the house on account of the serious hankering I had for some of lil ceasars coveted "hot'n'ready" fi'dolla' 'za. The contrast between the black and the white of the clouds split the sky down the middle and though it wasn't raining, you could tell that it was gonna. Sure enough as I exited the fine establishment the drops began to dot the concrete still warm enough to appear to absorb the water specks as they made final contact. The rain quickly becoming denser as it fell I took refuge in the closest bus shelter where I, myself, would absorb the doughy concoction, not knowing the extraordinary exchange between myself and the universe that was about to unfold in the most ordinary of ways.

So there I sat, alone in the bus stop, listening to the rain machine gun loudly against the roof. Pizza on my lap, cheese dip aside, cola in one hand, cigarette in the other (eating while I smoke, yes, as if to celebrate the wonder of a stoner I apparently still am, even when I'm not stoned). As it began to rain I began to speak out loud with god. Asking him if this was just gonna be a little sprinkle, or if he was gonna step up and show me some shit. (I think only Quest would know this from our tree planting experience but I have a tendency to taunt god when the elements flash a chaotic sliver of face) Thunder began to clap and this drove my taunting to new heights as I leaned out of the bus shelter to holler things like "is that all ya got god? I know you can do better than this! I am not convinced til you tear that tree out of the fucking ground!!!"

Naturally, the more I taunted the more god spoke til the falling rain had crescendoed into a torrential downpour. I laughed and ate and smoked and watched as jacketless folk ran for cover from the thunder and lightning and as SUVs drove through massive puddles that sat atop of clogged storm drains along the edges of busy intersections. I recall at one point saying "well dude youre not tearing the trees out but this is fucking impressive." "well done." I called as I applauded appropriately.

As I polished off the pizza and had had a smoke and sat there for a while just being amazed it didnt seem as if god had planned on letting me out of the bus shelter without having to walk through his miracle of a downpour (of course not, why would he after the verbal jostling I had just served).

After some time, and a million little happenings (all of which too slight to even iterate) had passed I decided that I would smoke one more cigarette before I stripped down to just my pants and shoes and walked home through the storm half naked. If god wasnt going to let up with the torrent I was going to bare it as sky clad as possible just for the chance of feeling him pour against my naked skin. I finished the smoke pulled off my toque my glasses my hoodie and my tshirt, packed my bag and stepped out from the bus shelter into the blasting winds of his creation, or so I thought.

The very instant I left my shelter, the rain went from downpour to hardly a drizzle in less than a second. It was if in that very moment I looked up into the black sky , god looked down on me, and we both smiled and nodded in time with one another, knowing. A sense of balance and understanding. I was so ready, not only ready but wanting of whatever god felt like pitting against me. For in all of my experiences I know that I am never given more than I am capable of handling. Therefore, I fear nothing. Nothing.

I walked home shirtless and glad that I was for as I did the sun ripped a clean hole through the blackness to warm my body gently, though so prepared to endure the cold shower simply to feel the power of god against my skin. The cold, and the rain, and the spirit within.

June 21st '10

The ants cover this city

why do they all drive so slowly?
well they all have shadows
but here it is just me
it's just me
with one
blooming explosion
I can taste this spiraling blade
and I will cut me
and cut her
and cut him
and cut you
that's eight legs
less than what we deserve
in the short noon
tuning engines reserve
start again
but I am all ready there
silhouette dissing appear
finally clear because here
it is just me it's just me with one...