from the wings
a deep breath
all this talk about
absolution
just another day
the seismograph spikes
the face falls off the side
crunchy apple
sweet apple
bitter apple
shunt
black holes and magnetars
a teacup of water from the ocean
warm molt churn
and a ticking disconcertion machine
I hope the ghosts are there
just polarized and peeled.
The carves tell stories
unintended or in jest
of an appetite for
the subtractive organ
of the freewheeled.
To be acting less
or in a better context
outside of the everyday
nostalgia
clamor for causticity
low oil for the gears
lost in the additive
just another pixel
the subtractive organ
carves the excess
leaving only the marrow
a heavy wisdom
that tastes of copper
and fundamental to humanity
there is a vestibule
a bow shock
honed in on honey-sweet
ghosts seen in
vacuum birefringence
so sees the sea
remembering pieces of string
colors with no names
spaces with sunlight
soaking the skin
unripe lemons
rough knife to the neck
the stream and the smile
mica in the lungs
smudged finger oils
on eyes
pointed at a mirror
pointed at a crowd
pointed at the earth
Sisyphus with a cause
Persisting exhaustion
Scattered tiles
Tabs to the right pages
Comfortable standards
A green light so bright it shines white
some lantern that feeds
Pando knows now
you will not be
all the awful people
and awful me
to what end will one capitulate
on an askew plain
a new lipstick can bring a new shade
or perhaps a new flavor
a there of nulls
to amber and autumns
to wander and winter
let me know
parallax, kaleidoscope
colors to get lost in
blurs
aminos
temporal wall
always on some shelf
where you are
perceiving nothing
something human
on the other side, someday
walking its withered
angelfish patterns
yes, and
intention in jazz
usurped its ubiety
standing on
fallow land
vain its virtue
but there is a truth
an apt material
for the board
to bounce the echo
of salutations
a full field
spread with warmth
to pass vibrations
of salutations
misheard the curl
you and the offsets
and more than
to find a numerical mechanism
for the folds of
slices stacked to somewhere higher
and the refraction
of and onto pupils
I've seen the dance take many forms
Shake away the nerves
or find a place away
We forget the folds
as galbrous monkeys
with patches of hair
dancing away
It may be my one trick
For saving face
or the courage in a corner
To find a way away
from a shoebill clatter
heard in the folds
On a island dancing
at the top of a hill
Had the time alone
to see the dance take many forms
With the beat of a drum playing
punched through the calfskin
to a single point
Another formed dance surrounds
Crypts for a species
Some figureheads standing still
tapping feet
causing sway
A hushed dance of the multifaced
it finds a way away
from the folds
It cannot make the mistakes we do.
Moss grows on warm rocks.
A hot-cold cycle
spills mass
to some beach.
With enough time,
you'll meet a crab
holding sediment, layered.
You'll watch it scurry across the sand
with your memories in its claw.
flickering
lights lead me home
pointlessly wrapped in a circle
folded in a pile
planted a garden of ugly flora
yo-yo knots stop the spinning
accreating
no plain in a
plane steady standing
I dropped a piece of my heart
Walked away
Stood still
Watched the clouds
have you been sleeping just fine
what wheels spin in the back of your mind
how does the taste push you away
a new average from another day
a far wall moving seems to pick up pace
it's all relative in this space
There's axial spins
folding and cycling
along the bloom
definitely in June.
I swear there's a smell
of to none or null.
I was mistaken
What were those words?
Measured the odds
Ended up odd
You find a smile
and look good with crow lines.
It took a while
to see why you heard
'I found the sword'
I found the sword
had them mix up a poison
he said it's fine
a lemba babi berry helped with the taste
but he had never had lemba babi
not even a dragon fruit
as he slipped away he said
"there's so much I did not taste"
The photon ring
projected, possibly
cessation laid bare.
If we see the photon ring
we know the drain is there.
Could a perfect sphere surround,
what curves will we see?
To try to see the photon ring
and why everything will be.
pacific states
what a world
curls on five
swells to crest
will the direction of the wind
carry us to a deeper sea
...and so I thought
or I was sure I did.
If you let it
you can feel the same too.
That barrier
was jettisoned away
as it shifts red
a century too late.
Who are you and
where are all the berries?
Why care about the fashion of a genie?
Some sparks make wishes without seams.
What shade of green is that?
It's in low and high swell lights.
Will the folds crease a path?
With luck maybe in a foreign math.