Thursday, September 07, 2017

Knightly Dreams

Boiler plate on my breast
With a crest of crossed fingers
I consult my arsenal, the ideal,

Like a falcon hooded on my wrist.
I campaign for the honest truth,
Love from lust to brotherhood.

Come, run with me. Noble,
Wild as mountains or wind.
We flow together, one in blood.

Years have turned and gone, heart,
Since I touched your shiny lips,
Your laugh warm against my neck.

I will not let your death be quiet.
Though my broken voice ages
What we share will fill pages.

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

Log In (a paste poem in memory of J.A.)

Got it wrong in the past, rewrite it.
The normal rules of nature do not apply.
It makes individuals sensitive to context,
Regardless of the level of existence.

The peach harvest is way down in Georgia.
Sensitive to context and 'open' to change
what does apply? A two-pronged approach
helps us adapt to adversity. Push RESET.

It has practical applications. By backing up
You watch where you no longer are.
Kick in to rapidly open a window.
Strike out to emphasize the need.

Enter into a more adaptive or 'plastic' state—
The idea becomes paradoxical, a contradiction.
Aren't we surprised that it might be possible?
Imagine “I’m melting” as permanent lifestyle.

We need to pay more attention to context.
Consciousness seems to be always continuous.
Reconfigure the juxtapositions. Slice and dice
Existence at the interstices ≈ the swerve.

I believe this is the future to believe in
Again. The illusions vanish but reflect
Caught in headlights at noon—BOOM!
There are no perceivable edges, only ends.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Once a Future

Afternoon and
I hold my balls in hand.
The world should be a better place.


Matter represents itself
As all possible reality.
This apple isn’t orange,
It is roughly vermillion.

I knew as much when I
Was only four years old.
I liked the feel of warm
Sand on a sunny day.

I built office buildings
For little plastic citizens.
My best friend was far
Away at kindergarten.

I barely knew who I was.
I knew what I could do.
How do you access the
Unconscious by yourself?

A fortiori, you understand
Yourself as a subconscious.
At the core, we know what
We think of a slow sun sink.

The sun becomes the moon.
Moon becomes midnight.
Ralph said stars are alive.
I let me soul come and go.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Tidbits and Gigabytes

Adenosine is an endogenous
Sleep inducer. That's why we
Feel more awake after coffee.

You may have known
Lithium from its role
In rechargeable batteries.

Do you think it more effective
To have a cooperative network
With a clearly chosen coordinator?

Such instabilities are akin
To a snake or dragon
That swallows its own tail.

Joe tells us that the citron was
Considered a valuable commodity
Due to its healing qualities.

'Life-years lost' is a better approach
To observing mortality trends, 
Than cause of death.

Friday, August 18, 2017


Break the street,
Pour in new concrete.
Skilled hands sculpt the curb.
Park it.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Fairy Tale

Monsters jump around in my head.
Copper green with wing feathers
Sharp as saws and lightning eyes.
I try to run from your many arms.

Fangs like ice cycles drip poison.
Lips thick and clay black kiss
The back of my neck. I bleed.
I sweat as my burning eyes roll.

Don’t tell me what is real or
What I feel. You know this is all
Your fault. Born from heartbreak
Slim dragons and crystal snakes

Tie my hands together; gag me.
Where did you take me? Desire
Wires my guts. I swallow vomit
Like liquor. You twist my wrists.

I will not look. I will not feel.
I will forget that you are real.

Out of Context

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