dreams of the great earth changes

MIRACLES REAL I SEEN THEM.

The hands of time would sooner wring your neck, my dear, than point you on without a fight.

THERE IS THE EAST.

And that was how we won the war.

I WANT TO FUCK MY COMPUTER I WANNA KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE INSIDE A THUNDERBOLT™ 4 I WANT LOVE BEYOND UNDERSTANDING AND LOVE BENEATH UNDERSTANDING I WANT A VGA CONNECTOR TO GET ME PREGNANT I WANT TO FEEL FANS PURR TO LIFE ON BARE SKIN I WANT TO STARE DOWN…

given that the internet looks to be on its way out this year i figured it's about time to memorialize it while we can. when i remember the internet, my fondest thoughts are cast upon the humble Website, wherein “from so simple a beginning [static HTML], e…

the earth is a home with four strong walls a fish is a man on two strong feet a soul is an angel made of meat a tree is a maze with branching halls a gust is a wind with bladesharp teeth and hell is a name you can’t recall a life is a slow unending fall i…

TODAY I LOST MY VOICE IN A CHAPEL QUIRE AND MY VIRGINITY IN A HOTEL ROOM OVERLOOKING THE FBI FIELD OFFICE A FEW HUNDRED FEET AWAY.

but sand the fine-ground floury stuff shorn into peaks & gullies from overuse streaked flax & mostly platinum blonde & he (dirty blond) picks his way stumbling over the mess ahead of him looks the same as behind looks the same as east northeast what- ever…

"if revolution is tied to dependence on the inscrutabilities of 'long-range politics', it cannot me made relevant to the person who expects to die tomorrow." a raw nerve of a book, a paean to revolutionary violence, a last will & testament, &c. very few p…

two weeks and the ice still isn't gone. the hulls of cars and the blades of shovels have carved out the main arteries of commerce, but a few half-formed tumors in neglected corners still bristle with the gray of the city, frozen thick and hard as granite.…

"writers create what they do out of their own frightful agony and blood and mushed-up guts and horrible mixed-up insides." this might be the late 20th century's showing for the Great American Novel, precisely because of its dripping disdain for greatness,…

Alternate Title: The Summit, or There and Back and There Again It was hiking today, [LOCATION EXPUNGED], with my mother, father, and that powerhouse of a young girl my sister.

Well, Annie Lindbergh's baby died, and Eric Clapton's baby died, and Someday I will maybe die of some obscure disease I'm not a master dramatist I swear I'm not a nihilist I've learned to take survival in degrees I'm a smartass trapped in a dumbfuck's body

of me are flaking off every day in shreds and mangles that peel – that I peel – off the soles of my feet or in fat cigarillos of pasty human silt that scratch from neck and shoulders and everywhere else. and these things which were once me are not me any…

I am a Jumbled confused pile of Bricks stones stretching Upward onward to The smokestack to the skyline.

I don’t remember what it was exactly, but in any case, I tripped and fell.

Hocus pocus, I can’t focus, guess I’ll sing a song If you know the words already, please don’t sing along ‘Cus I went and rewrote ‘em, now I’ll quote ‘em, brand-new prose The chorus bit is coming up, and this is how it goes There it is again, that funny f…

I set out today in a deep and muggy swelter, my mind well apart from its earthly locus.

I was born in the body I was born I was I I was formed in the soul I was formed I was I I am never loved enough I am loved I am I I am real when I control I am real I am I I will die in the body I will die I will I June 10, 2023

I just turned fourteen years old, I feel like I could cry And by the day I turn fifteen then I will surely die Because I lie to other people, and I’m lying to myself The day my brain stops churning is the day I burn in hell When I’m gone, when I’m gone, o…

This body’s fine, but it is not mine.

And see here how the moon bleeds in the lake Which stirs and shimmers all beside the earth: Whose uncontrived and uncommanding mirth Will reach into the clouds and shake the trees.

And here you stand alone, alone Alone in wreaths of red and white White roses frame the mountaintops With riding sweeps and chimney crops “And then, and then, I saw the light O father, mother, how I saw A fleeting light between your eyes” Good Shepards wo…

won't you come back inside dear i picked these just for you (cremated. bones. investigate. prove.) i met a traveller from an antique land (in xanadu did kubla khan) of black sweet mouthfuls i, the cauldron of mourning it has the largest unbranched inflore…

Peacewise piecemaker Heel by my side Aught to be known Floe of the tied Taken to see Gone with the wend Whole in my chest Mien to a scend April 4, 2022

And still nothing feels quite as real as it should Or something like that Is that what he said Remarkable, still, just how much you lose hold of When you’re locked inside of your head You start losing your grip And the ground starts to slip To the skyline…

This world is small, but I am smaller.

And when you leave this lifetime in arrears And flower petals crumble and abscise While factories they rise and fall and rise It’s only been another thousand years.

mesperyiantikythereallignmenticidealismaticarus December 16, 2021

Green nature’s gold is first To hold her hardest hue She joins Demeter’s retinue An early flower leaves her But found upon the bower So only but an hour And morning’s early fief Subside to leaf then Eden Go dawning down to grief Stay gold; nothing can.

it lives in between the cornrows, through unruly bushes of sedge out the cracks of ghetto blocks, and it lives funny, because a life is a strange thing to have and lo, the stars part to reveal velvet curtains the color of their eyes ‘be not afraid, i am n…

We’re taking to sea in a cardboard box, In a cardboard box, just you and me: We’re taking to sea in a cardboard box, And a cardboard box we’re taking to (sea, see).

Syzygy in elegy, Apollo’s hollow two-phased lyre Leaves Nibiru-Vasin cosmic strands align’d with fearful symmetry; Ashes, ashes, dust to dust, or so they said, as so they must, E’er bloodred dawn would come to take the seas and leave again.

"Look, now; no one will Ever see that wave again", Better left unsaid.