May 2010
18 posts
moving day
layers of knee-jerk forgetfullness
piled in a casual loyalty, victim to
rescue missions for an object
to be remembered and used
and known and then duly swallowed,
again.
and upon realizing this was nothing but a scene of two egos
gone explicit
in peepshow
in hopes of stammering voyeurs submissive
and thus gain the title of champion
i kept talking
exposed in shameful attempts to
expose the unidentified currents
that linger secretly behind the bothers
and thus captivate us completely
as haunted figures that take the shape
of the words we made and only
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cadaver cadabra
precisely timed steps upon the shifting phantasmals
offer glared portals to immensities—
the conquered haze becomes acquired speech
as we whisper sheet music.
“I don’t know… when I say he had a way with people—he had this way of just looking at you with a daring blankness… he wouldn’t give you a distraction… he wouldn’t waste your time… and he’d bring you to a silence and…”
She darted her eyes to the right in a ferocious ponder. She then looked at me and the pad and the pencil I...
Trivial little things can grow to be the end of the lustful peepshow to all the romantic notions that dare us to breathe.
When we turn away and see all the stark lines of objects and the rhythms of biologies I don’t think we can help but speculate that the vast totalities need our shattered ruins to remember their proper welcoming. If only to have a strong base for our disciplines, a...