dissatisfactionIn ‘94 we sang along to songs that used to slither, sweating, from the sunlight-lit, dusty, car stereo.dissatisfaction
Now we rip-off scratched CDs from record shops; in the hopes of finding sample tracks to loop behind our backing vocals.
Try to propel ourselves into synth-memorandum.
Attempt at expressionistic, elastic, corporate think-tank, forms of view.
Keep volume at premium. Lights down low.
Spend away long hours in diners hurry on tooth decay by rinsing milkshake round our mouths.
My parents were the screaming truth of
In warm reflectionOutside, noisy crickets, washed in still waters of air, play Adagio in tedium.In warm reflection
These are the hushed gifts to a moon long departed from the warm lips of the copper band horizon.
Here’s to those, who halt the night’s cold progression, by handing out blankets, for a smile and nothing more.
A reflection, of quiet things, in this room I am all that stirs aside from red needles, spinning endlessly.
My breathing lengthens, to the confidence I hold, in the arms of slumber.
bottle green eyes.....bottle green eyes
This was our seditious rendezvous Reaching out to grip each others hands Spinning round like rotor blades Sinking in, and for, each others eyes Moving up and down like a panting lungs I’m thinking of that lust inclined fixation
You’re the blonde with bottle green observation Cheeks flushed like lip gloss and rose wine (Exhaustion paints you so)
I’m inebriated by your constant advances Holding back while your perfume enthrals I was stirred and shaken in your wake That day you found a gun in my bedroom drawer &nbs
Pals Battalion.....Pals Battalion
I look back on a time,
When flasks did not have bullet holes. When what little liquid within, Did not leak and evaporate, Did not line mantelpieces, Like trophies for victory attained By not relinquishing one’s life.
I think on those I have lost. My entire Pals Battalion. The men whose torn bodies hung from trees, Gently placed by explosions. Fabric limbs drooped ancient boughs that Twist and writhe in the agonies. Left unexpressed.
I see them now, when I am hoping not to, The unexpected hallucinatory glance, when midda
Sunflower FluxHe played hard this month: She played well this month: Mortgages prefixed sales Chlorophyll quotas left in the wake and rows of steadfast hotels, &nbSunflower Flux
Asa No HanketsuAsa No HanketsuAsa No Hanketsu
Four A.M. locomotive whistle whale song To a world at sleep, solo’s over steady meter Of off-kilter ceiling fan thoughts; Rotating blades cycled by a switch On a wall well out of reach.
Sentries flank concave entries keeping watch For nocturnal communications – rhythmic rituals Not meant for human ears; he feeds them back As an undertow current emanating precious hours lost Fighting gravity with his heart, amazed The surge for air finds strength enough to stamp A permanence that begs to see the light of day; Reborn at every sunri
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here he comes
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