an exaggeration of a far superior state of mind
presence among the timeless
spontaneous remission of future past
in the now that is always preferential
if not presidential
with or without the paper money
happiness is superlative
an exaggeration of a far superior state of mind presence among the timeless spontaneous remission of future past in the now that is always preferential if not presidential with or without the paper money
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I stand before you defenseless
in an empty room some place I’ve never been before. Your lips are moving but I hear the rush of sang chaud. Hidden thoughts ricochet, the ones you had yesterday in the narcotic haze of twilight. There is no tomorrow tomorrow but the moment is slipping away. That is all we’ve got, you remind me, all we ever had. You disarm the silence. short was the distance between bedroom and bath
long the hand that struck me confined to porcelain the water lukewarm turning rose a razor of light cutting a swath through the wavy glass pane cracked from another episode of rage and redemption i did not beg for release ass out, all attitude, a tongue of shank my fortress, relentless the syllabic barrage i would have asked for more but the click of heels on the black and white tiles retreated live as if our lives depended on it
as if not one moment will be taken from us, one pivotal moment unexpected, resurrected, red hot the invisible line cannot cleave the inseparable we of us exploding all fear of time immemorial erasing all doubt of life after love of love as finite, diminishing our Fata Morgana across the expanse, refracted, ethereal, wavering in the stillness Lightning strikes somewhere,
always does strike but chance, that long awaited anticipation, always destructs. Darkness, on the other hand, lays its weary head across continents bracing for the worst. Will we look up and see the drift or hang helplessly and oblivious? There are things to do like nothingness. Just to know the silence, the sound of time passing by. line by line
i move through day and night in foreign tongue the suggestion of, the possibility, the inevitable outcome. flashing in time with the past, the unexpected resurrected. with the longing of endless nights and lost days in your arms, future past, imperfect, imperative and present tense. rescue us from transparency and thin disguise wandering aimlessly, unavoidably exposed. over words and broken dreams the new emerges
tattered and worn as the last forgotten scene played out but never ending time elastic dates irrelevant the slow progression imperceptible but apparent. resistance a futile exercise in self flagellation whipping boy of desperate measures wild abandon, cognitive interruptus, coitus excess fading into oblivion, the weight lifting interior by design. lost in the sea of attitude and meaninglessness
sweeping around like a tidal wave, drowning in confusion we are but a universe filled with dark matter. masses of opacity, entrenched, deep and infinite cloaking the transparent. if only the imagination could take us that far. so busy adding up to the point of no return. the embodiment
the presence the essence of love as it expands and contracts as familiar as the haircut you gave your baby brother before you pushed him off the porch as foreign as a language, beautiful and incomprehensible looking for gesture and nuance as the years add up mining deeper even though depth is always risky as any miner will tell you when he descends into the darkness prospecting for bodies, weighing profits, extracting material before the reclamation. break it down, build it up. it's all here rising slowly to the surface face to face, open handed, willing, ripe, seductive blood rushing in vain as brush licks at cool gray
thick and smooth, resistant onyx, ebony, rich, insistent gesso recedes imprisoned and repentant, released by a single stroke. raven pool, dark in light and out of reach, deep and intransigent but capable of influence. chromatic whorls in monochromatic space, the yearning, the slash and scrape, the scratch submerged, the churning, convulsing before the turbulence subsides and fades to black. expanding universe of light and frequency, electromagnetic radiation, photons of acrylic, oil and gouache, oscillate in transverse waves of chroma. harmonic disturbance, evanescent dissonance, gravitational collapse, complete surrender. |
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