Gallons of beer
Loaded into the torpedo
Chamber of my throat
And propelled at
The placid boat
Explode in
A Boisterous fire
Of drunken waves
Like belches or hilarious bears
Mornings choked by seaweed,
Brain crabs,
Desperate and numb fingers
Struggling to reassemble
A paper Boat
Posted on September 30th, 2009 by admin
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The History of the driftwood
Lying spent and severed,
Browned by saturation -
Too much salt cocktail
And seaweed blood -
At the place where the tide,
Highest and drunk on
Full Moon vapors,
Deposited it
Is unknown; inferred by
Its rectangular, elongated
Shape to be
The product of a saw mill -
Now sunk by time, or
Still afloat and maintaining
A nutritious diet
Of currency?
Was it part of some [...]
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The pulsing day,
The hot heart hung like a glob of perfection
In the clear blue skin of sky.
I sit with a pen:
A living corpuscule
A cell within the flesh
Of being.
My brain a tendril,
A nerve of Earth;
A wired sparkplug
Whizzing and whirring
Because of intense and immaculate
Powers, like, for instance,
The enormity I am
A part of,
Simply by experiencing.
By being alive
I have [...]
Posted on September 28th, 2009 by admin
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The insidious computer metaphor
Which is
Fast becoming
Ubiquitous
Can drive me nearly insane,
Litterally, because
When life becomes a field of information
And man an organic processor,
It is like a sterile injection
To the soul.
When the intricate integument
And living pulse
Of a specific
Moment,
Or experience
Is generalized
To become, “information”
Reality is drained of its spirit,
Its magic,
Its
Real Worth.
It reminds me of how
Rimbaud titled one of his rants
From a [...]
Posted on September 17th, 2009 by admin
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I can’t seem to explain
The feeling evoked
By the tranquil,
Silent movement
Of a white moth
Effortlessly pulsating its duel appendages
Like a fine dancer
Spellbound and moving
According to the vicissitudes
Of a powerful rhythm.
Its facile, subtle flight
And inimitable, imperviously unique
Gyrations,
Silhouetted against the diamond blue dome
Of a sun illumed sky,
Floating just inches away
From the living, green and intricately
Woven leaves of the soil [...]
Posted on September 13th, 2009 by admin
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Oh, hail to light!
That emanation of fires
Sparked how in the mysterious darkness? -
That oldest presence that seems not unfriendly, though
Infinitely cold.
Oh, hail to light
That radically takes root
In the perennial detonation of
Heinous elements;
That has
At its core
Attraction; that calls
The orbs with an adamantine song
To harmoniously
Ring around it like moths
Around an electrified lamp.
Oh, hail to light that pours
Itself [...]
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The old skaldic Bards
Referred to men as doers and makers
While women were givers
And bestowers -
Each, respectively, and not incidentally,
Referring to masculine and feminine types of trees.
Some microcosmic image evinces itself:
Some condensed expression of the life
Patterns which govern being - the sources -
The animals of the menagerie
Of humankind:
The need to wield heavy axes capped
With hard, sharpened [...]
Posted on September 7th, 2009 by admin
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