the shape of your neck
wrestling with my focus
I could have smiled
and twirled a spoon
in my coffee
to taste the dimensions
of your spiraling
lips
I’ve wondered
how your body
would resists
being against a window
freezing like dew
in the dawn
all that we study
to forget
the longitude
of an instant
laughter
- yours -
dripping
from above
and there is no
sky here
let’s repose
and dissolve
like heat
ripples
from a distance
over
an unfamiliar
path.
Reality too sad
to be entrusted to the permanence of oblivion.
a young syllable
could escape
and make
a sun
within its
hermetic shadows.
I will remember the meaninglessness
how everything became
justified in its destruction,
a collapse so universal, it happens in an instant.
I dream about nothing and nothingness dreams about me.
Like two lovers morning and evening
rip off their names
and lie naked in the pure event.
I remember the laughter of the mystic,
his eyes flapping like wings in the open sky.
The mist of words
dissolving like incense
into the unknown.
NIHILISTIC Poetry
I took your lighter
because it contained
the history of fire
I lit up a cigarette
melting the tobacco
into the fluid of smoke
lava pouring into my lungs
and my pupils expanded
as ripples on glass
I took a sip of tea
heavy with that coat of earth
my tongue
plowing
through its spicy furrows
at this speed
my head was dizzy
banging against
the horizons of
abstraction
I was hungry
licking the enamel walls
of totality
dissolving its porticos
its buttresses
its ornaments
as my appetite
grew
with these ecstatic
fragments
I flicked
off the ash
and walked
away with
your lighter
sorry.
NIHILISTIC Poetry
The candle
opened up
its wax
like a vagina
Suddendly
releasing a continuous
flow of sperm
over its folded forms
I blew out the light
and all was quiet again.
I changed sides
of the road
walking
perhaps
to some ultimate
destination
I was wrong
it was only
another sidewalk
I had been
doing nothing
staring at letters
in books
without
knowing their meaning
the coffee got cold
I go for walks
when I get tired
of sitting.
I’d like to say
this is all true
but I only have
noise and vague memory
I have no idea
what I did
today.
NIHILISTIC Poetry
gray ground
nestling
the little curvaceous
seeking self
a methodical
appraisal of the
unintelligible
empty fields
arising
an axiomatic love
of chaos
and labyrinth
light never
ages
but its image
traverses time
the tree was spotted
as the period
at the end
of a graceful sentence
that spoke of
a timeless seed
the eyes that were
given to me
eloped with darkness
an affair
of unknown
qualities
and reverberations.
A day’s surface
its skin of smoke
ASTRAY
The world escapes
flickering like
a stream of thought
A glaring red instant
Remains
as the incomprehensible
dream of
e
m
p
t
i
n
e
s
s
.
The petal has rivers
long opulent light against the breast
solely swirls in silent colors
my skin upon the sky’s skin –
certainties are wrestling
over collapsing possibilities
the leap has a tinge of sorrow
the chain rattles
a river of petals
aging
on an empty
course to bliss.
.
happy thirty
happy death
happy where are we
I have traveled
inside a cave
crushed inside skin
dried patches of skin
hands callous
the incurable stink of walking
over distance
dark distances
I have traveled
in dangerous caverns
falling, screaming
repeating
savagely
for thirty years
scavenging
closing in on those
scarce drips of essence
those impossible puddles of truth
inside a cave
where I begin to feel like shadow
dark layer upon dark layer
going nowhere
I already hear them singing:
happy happy thirty
happy birthday
joyous shadow
lost lost lost in time
purl -
all being
swollen
in niches .
scattered salt
on the bare table
as solitudes of rock
an image of a cloud
like an errant soul .
red paint –
the smell of transmutation
a simple
color serving as garment
for the brief
invisible visit
of purpose.
