In my dreams, I burn curtains
vintage german lace
Then wake up violently
Open my door to Daylight
The choice becomes easy
On that note, exist away
I will imagine you again someday
September 22, 2013
August 12, 2013
Three recent poems scribbled on restaurant order books:
6/13
As the light-ship crawls,
infinity cringes.
In a surfaceless state,
every question is a stupid one
and so instead we gape.
Sir, please peer
into this sphere
of beast and it's burden.
Crawls the light-ship,
cringes infinite.
Cardboarder & horehound
ascend and then settle
beyond the farthest horizon
an eye has ever seen.
"Starfolk tune out susceptible receivers
to expect the superbeings from outer space.
FIND THE RIGHT CHANNEL."
--
Voodoo ethos
Out of tune experience
Murderous silence
Birthday party
Head cartooning
Quantum web
No love
Bacon & dried blood brick
Sperm of Satan
Box of self
God-king
Mickey Mouse bardo
Phantom band
"There is no Disneyland beyond the grave"
You Holy See
Part of my trip
Mind's fist.
7/16/13
From the front seat,
without looking back,
he told me
the Magic City cried for me.
I watched the crucifixes fly by,
stabbing into the dusk
like marble digits.
We'd feasted on
a horizontal door,
hello/ goodbye supper.
As the light-ship crawls,
infinity cringes.
In a surfaceless state,
every question is a stupid one
and so instead we gape.
Sir, please peer
into this sphere
of beast and it's burden.
Crawls the light-ship,
cringes infinite.
Cardboarder & horehound
ascend and then settle
beyond the farthest horizon
an eye has ever seen.
"Starfolk tune out susceptible receivers
to expect the superbeings from outer space.
FIND THE RIGHT CHANNEL."
--
Voodoo ethos
Out of tune experience
Murderous silence
Birthday party
Head cartooning
Quantum web
No love
Bacon & dried blood brick
Sperm of Satan
Box of self
God-king
Mickey Mouse bardo
Phantom band
"There is no Disneyland beyond the grave"
You Holy See
Part of my trip
Mind's fist.
7/16/13
From the front seat,
without looking back,
he told me
the Magic City cried for me.
I watched the crucifixes fly by,
stabbing into the dusk
like marble digits.
We'd feasted on
a horizontal door,
hello/ goodbye supper.
May 20, 2013
Labels:
altar,
birthday presents,
bulletin board,
canoeing,
double exposures,
grass,
hammocks,
lace,
love is earth,
patterns,
rennaissance faire,
taxidermy,
the jag,
watercolor,
wax,
wizards
March 3, 2013
February 21, 2013
February 14, 2013
February 12, 2013
January 31, 2013
January 14, 2013
January 10, 2013
Labels:
black metal,
deer,
double exposures,
eggs,
feathers,
haiku,
instagram,
Jones fly co,
patterns,
psychedelic,
reid magette,
spaghetti,
storm
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