Waiting for the airlift ride to the north
A journey south begins with the journey north
I was Shanghai ' ed by consent and will be delivered by Scaramouche
No alcohol, no music, no glory and no pay
May the captain be human and fellow crew the same
And please, wild ocean, choose to be tame
Monday, May 26, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Forever Stamps
Forever stamps have been bought and tucked away
I've written the letter, signed it, and licked the envelope
Wondering if the adhesive is filled with cockroach eggs
I swallow my inoculated saliva, and seal the envelope with a fateful determination
The words will hatch in the mind of the receiver the same as the baby insects that will be born in my brain
I will become something different and so will the receiver
Thoughts of the sender born into the brain of the one that opens the letter
Parasitic words turned to feelings if I can only find those fucking stamps I paid for...
I've written the letter, signed it, and licked the envelope
Wondering if the adhesive is filled with cockroach eggs
I swallow my inoculated saliva, and seal the envelope with a fateful determination
The words will hatch in the mind of the receiver the same as the baby insects that will be born in my brain
I will become something different and so will the receiver
Thoughts of the sender born into the brain of the one that opens the letter
Parasitic words turned to feelings if I can only find those fucking stamps I paid for...
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
The Meal
The living drink is bubbling
Filled with tiny animals, I drink it
I eat and swallow those things that intoxicate, and I stare at the bleached wall
Sun baked flaked and bleeding, the dead steak of time is salty and rare
And filled with a nourishment of soul...or at least some level of spirit
Maybe domesticated beyond hope I'll pass along its form as wild and free
Free to die in the fresh air with visions of sun light and sky or evening stars
A full moon will shine somewhere in the Universe
Illuminate the eye...the wild eye of that which cannot be eaten
Sinewy, tough and everlasting of something nameless
Filled with tiny animals, I drink it
I eat and swallow those things that intoxicate, and I stare at the bleached wall
Sun baked flaked and bleeding, the dead steak of time is salty and rare
And filled with a nourishment of soul...or at least some level of spirit
Maybe domesticated beyond hope I'll pass along its form as wild and free
Free to die in the fresh air with visions of sun light and sky or evening stars
A full moon will shine somewhere in the Universe
Illuminate the eye...the wild eye of that which cannot be eaten
Sinewy, tough and everlasting of something nameless
Sunday, May 11, 2014
A Life Found
A checkered past as we grey no more
A timeline wind chime plays out a song
The noisy sing but the words are all wrong
It isn't the truth to make up the sound
But to hear the rhythms...
a life will be found
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
The Windy Hand
Molded to windward and swiped with the windy hand
All living things are pushed along
Staggering to the lifeless energy of swirling movement, fire and sound
Artless beauty curved to the windy grin
And all is blue, white and green
Grey
Black
Red
And purple hues of everything imaginable
Everything in between is space for more or none
And the firm stance of the living will bend
All living things are pushed along
Staggering to the lifeless energy of swirling movement, fire and sound
Artless beauty curved to the windy grin
And all is blue, white and green
Grey
Black
Red
And purple hues of everything imaginable
Everything in between is space for more or none
And the firm stance of the living will bend
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