In running through we trip
on these, shoelaces dangling
pretty and flow. They smack of
redemption and we fall when they pick
In my mouth there lies a chimera
melancholic. I have not seen it. I know it’s there
she opens her mouth and my tongue finds hers.
they speak, howl and scream. Pain wrack. It’s the hole that finds itself -slips through itself
I hit myself- bruise and cardboard cutout patterns of flowers. Gently burns myself.
I have none in my mouth. I chew on this, my cardboard love and it fucks this in my mouth.
Now we all are Silence to be killed by Jesus and his words.
This is the red. And my blood, it flows through red,
defining self as your anima and pnumena.
Flow. Wind flow
and this is the last breath.
This is the last of life
this is the end of it all
and when we lay on our backs
the sun scorches our vision
then we see cut-outs of the virgins
rolling in ecstatic expectancy.
This is the last of the red
when I poke it through your tight
hole in the sky.
The universe is but an enemy of our dreams.
we think- does it need thought to reproduce?
No. no, it is rubish and heaps up. Grass grown and
we lay on our backs, scorching vision of our dead dreams
and dried blood ring encrusted around the moon.
I know the gaze.
I know that which richard speaks on high.
When I am, it like rays of light from phoebus,
scorch the skin. It permenates through like
our patch-work star spangled wet dream
over hiroshima and the sister nagasaki.
It is outside but, like the theater of the world,
in my mind- my body, my soul is a stage-
petty pace- we crawl and, like infants,
can’t decipher codes and messages
that scream in our ear like carnivors on the hunt
or smotth and deft, like my mother’s porceline whisper.
Scream to shatter and whisper to smooth this gaze.
It’s paranoia. It is the lack inside us-
this hole that produces our identity- who are you-
who am I- that question is the fabled plague-
not knowing where we are going- where we’ve been
so everything is. …. … … … … …………..(the rest has been erased
by a force outside me and that is not paranioa).