Transitio/Transitus

in the midst of it
in the thick of it

iron is sharpening iron
grinding away at my bones


i'll be something different, utterly
when i'm through


the changes working in me
are as numerous as my cells,
swelling and filling every pore of my skin


excising, excising
what is no longer useful
what has festered and rotted
and now makes me ill


i'll emerge on the other side
senses keened and focus sharper
but all my angles will have melted
softer

 

Eat Life

i am always

jealous

of bright, shiny

futures

of sparkling

nows

and sepia

yesterdays

descriptions of things

get me and

elicit

Pavlovian salivation:

Venetian glass, hammered copper

French knots

appetite voracious

so unbecoming

a lady

i know i could not

eat it all

but would not

mind dying

of the effort.

The Book Of Us

the Book of Us

is written in

a language

unfamiliar.

the blackest ink

pulled from our

veins

and

the pages,

the skin

from our backs

the plot is

twisting

and 

turning

and at times

mundane

but 

it 

is 

ours.

Steppin Time

crimes violent wires feet firth rhythm alone throne thing pinkness part saying

crimes of my own perpetration against
the violent crush of loving all that i hold
using fraying bits of copper wire to bind it all to me,
while i dance on feet calloused and narrow
along a desolate stretch of firth.
...
i keep the rhythm
with my hands alone,
beating time to a lonely procession to the throne,
that thing i hurt and where i try to sit.

too big for my britches, the pinkness too bright.

but i may yet part the waters of all the rubbish.
i'm not deluded or cocky, i'm just saying...

the Trial of Otis and Kafka

presence, imposed, seekers, must, illusion, go, long, ideas, scurry, third, blocking, passage

the presence we have, or have not

the will imposed upon others

seekers that we rebuff from their course

we must give an accounting

the illusion of illusory

the longing to go

the desire to tarry long

these ideas demand an accounting

to scurry onward, insectile on our way

(for we are each Gregor, at least in third)

results in us blocking 

our own safe passage

to which we cry out for accounting

Summing It Up

dont know if i can be

everything i ought

or anything i want

i need a fibula

to keep myself

together

i am

standing in the middle

of that fork in the road

talking to myself

about the weather.

practice, subterfuge, light, naked, word, pop, hold, gaping, fear, eye, vestibule, world

with only a bit of practice
i too, could develop the art of subterfuge
draping the dim light of deceit around me like a cape,
a covering for the naked truth beneath

if i truly wanted, i could bend a word
strangling it until only a small "pop" escaped with its dying breath 
i could hold the last breath of that word in my fist
and rend a gaping hole in the meaning
for what have i to fear from a dead language?

if i stretched out my hand, i could pluck the eye
from the vestibule of society
and offer it up to the world, as a gift

Another Ode To Love

amorphous, mask, fuel, varicose, breath, crystalline, water, chain, truth, slight, jar, dissolves

amorphous love

i expose you, a mask!

you are fuel to the flames
 under those martyrs burning in heaps upon the pyre of your altar.

 varicose and tentacled, you sit watching from your throne,

breathing hot pink breath to befuddle and daze.

crystalline understanding is confused at your feet;

stupidity poured over the head like water.

Strong men may be bound by a chain, or by Love.

Fickle, impermanent, sans truth - all true!

 But only slight. Only in part, for there is bliss in your madness.

Would that You could be contained in a jar

to be used when youthful beauty dissolves.

Egg Carton Lights

today, i am making something humble and silly

purely because it brings me joy.

i cheekily propose that you do
something similar.

L'inspiration.

Dans le processus - un.

Dans le processus - deux.

To be cont'd...