The chill
of decapitated grass
Like lettuce halved
and weeping
Chlorophyll clipped
and bleeding
Each single blade
blending
Scents of defense
and healing
Yards of forced
hydrocarbons
Oxygen intoxicants
These fields
for such dreaming
With the air
of green screaming
-a.r.
A tree toppled
Onto your gravestone
All silence
Disturbed
Your stillness
Is stirred
For a moment of crashing
Your marbled square cracking
Even the birds
Few but nesting here knew
I should have come sooner
To rest
Right next to you
But now nature’s weight
Is too heavy
To move
-a.r.
Worms of light inside my eyes
Crawlers blink and fade from bright
The sun imprints
And plays such tricks
It wounds me while in warmth we lie
-a.r.
Painting: King Sun by John Olsen
Oh to be a big ink blot
On God’s plain-white bedsheets
A spot that He cannot un-see
A Stain that won’t come clean
-a.r.
That smell of things
Warmed by the sun
Cotton crisp and carcass rot
Crafted clean and carrion
That star she steams
All of these things
Equal parts endured and not
And so we breathe
As perfumes rise
Carrying progress and demise
So let us spin and seep
And inhale deep
These sweets and putrids
While alive
-a.r.
Painting: Self Portrait as Great Heap, by Julie Heffernan
There is no heavy hardware
That will return self to Real
Only the roped symbolic
Which allows for will of feel
-object (little) a
A reworked repost, but a pertinent one…
You say you crave my crazy
If it is kept quite regulated
A bit of stable instability
Sin-heavy sighs but suffocated
You say you want my passion
Constrained till you are cool and ready
Rationed irrationality
The feel of free fall all while steady
You say you need me softer
And finally we find the truth
Your safety is birthed from settling
Trading my wild ways for under-roof
-a.r.
Digital art: See No Evil, by Zelkats on deviantart.com
Fuck meme
And meditation
This posture of submission
As my hands turn to claws
On my thighs
Thickened
Fingernails make crescent moons
That rise up and run red
I find myself
Clenching for a fight
I have no maker
To whom I bow
This light in my mouth
I am spitting it out
Blood and spit
Blood and spit
Blood and spit
Pooling around this blissful sit
And it is mine
And I am done
With dumb numbing
From Bottle or buddha
Both have run my gullet raw
Down to nerve endings
I loosen my jaw
As acids riled and rising
Raise all contents
That cannot help but spew
I can no longer clot or chew
Blood and vomit
Blood and vomit
Blood and vomit
Rising from corroding pit
And it is mine
And I chose this
Fuck meme
And meditation
To my own
Meat makeup
I submit
-a.r.
Painting: Flight of the Reindeer by Victoria Reynolds
I should have moved
But meditated
Substituted
Silence
In place of facing
A façade of bliss
Across from you
Supplanted sadness with
Tranquility
Contacting too carefully
Sparing familiarity
Practiced
Stillness
Instead
Of presence
I should have moved
But meditated
-a.r.
Painting: In School, by Igor Melnikov
Cream in my coffee
Like drifting continents or
Spinning galaxies
Whirling milk bubble
Like stirred up sea foam or
Some swirling planet
A sweet habit pulled
Like cosmos expanding to
The edge of this mug
Our total collapse
In my morning cup
-a.r.
Photo of a dying star taken by the Hubble telescope.
The entire video clip of the dying star can be found here:
http://www.popsugar.com/tech/Picture-Dying-Star-37367471
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