disintegrate
he said "accept..."he said "accept loss forever"he said "accept..."
you know death is lonely and I don't mean dying I mean it, death, a vortex in itself sexless / no sex - (s)he can have it all (s)he can have nothing at all: the glitter in her eyes, the blush of her cheeks, and her sweet plump lips, tomorrow all is his & hers. thus "accept loss forever" one engraved in pain, yet we're not here to accept but to rebel.
like Sisyphe, Ti Jean - you'll only grow stronger, 'cause loss is like fire down the throat of berserk!
of sunlight furyof sunlight fury (structure of 2009)of sunlight fury
my blackout visions feature pure life-pulse according to seasons.
in winter I stumble through womb immortal darkness following spirals of a ballerina each cold barefoot step makes the snow crack baubles abundant in silence confinement, just me and nothing in the eye of a dead storm blooms open skullflower my head.
in spring I dye the flow through a flower-shaped stencil and watch all the graffiti lotuses overcome by swarms of locusts from the heart truth only the trees can swallow me up and their resin glue her marine toe-waves to m
Workin'Workin' (theater)Workin'
bosom bruised amnesiac night in fugal indignation nature overtook, slipped spirit glut on morose rain insomniac instinct in reverse, gotta be workin' bureaucrat's delightful brandish o' dandy lionheads. boss' parsimonious global recess-handle blemished left respect eyes seen no half-king defect tyrant tiptoe thru morning dew talk football starfalls, Faulkner or, whatever for you hurtin' carried on dismantled scene disgruntled, 'cept wooden honeycomb. &n
the freckleA tiny dot in her eye amidst the blue sky of itthe freckle
For nearly two years ive not seen the jangle
smooth and laugh of her
Remembering her as something i dug from myself in lying and decided i did not need as if that proved better, somehow, what a man I was
Hoping to escape my infidelity and leave my wayward-child lover in the lurch
Better somehow to keep it a secret from everyone even myself better somehow, than the truth
But when i hit the door scented her and knew I must preserve my selfishness &nb
Internal monologue mirrorInternal monologue mirror-connectionInternal monologue mirror
The (black w)hole may be than the + of its parts; neutralised by a freight-train-future coming at us, and just like the sun, it won't discriminate, it won't miss any one (of us). We're all charcoal and bound by the ghost of illusion: standing too close to the exit sign that points back to our hearts - where you and I play out a theatre: folie a deux - we'll never be apart.
Through the veil of shared perception (that separating fallacy) pieces can still act as wholes and through 'what is' shapes 'what will be'.
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