I wanted images Of eden I thought I took them In the mountains But no, eden is in An abyss of you So let me be A light defiant A hearth to the cold Walls of exposed bone Your body an eden Like a gothic lotus Blooming from Wrought iron gates Rusting to a meadowContinue reading “Edenabyss”
Category Archives: July Era (III)
Cavities
Cascades shield A delicate vegas From the cold Now a stone jaw With jagged teeth Protects a tongue Of heat And dead grass While it Swallows the sea In low clouds
Breeze
Before blooms burst Mighty pines Must shed rust From last year A wayward wind That cools the face And melts iron needles From summer trees Autumn’s grasp is here To choke life From the green
Den 1.0 Ceiling Canvas
Beige paint splatters On things that don’t matter While I’m matting my hands Because there wasn’t enough To cover the ceiling We were covering Brushes weren’t useful So I was spreading it around With my fingers and palms Like I had a phantom pain Hoping I’d mark it up Enough to cover it Splattering aContinue reading “Den 1.0 Ceiling Canvas”
Idle Nowhere
Piloting all day Through passes And mountains Dense woods And hills Giving way To a plains Where the grass Is dead Unless it follows Flowing water Couldn’t stop At the edge We had to tilt Into the valley Where valley people Have so little To do but build Their own cities Harvest their amnenities
Zen Ana
Idea weapons From legends of old Slaying demons Thinking they are so bold This night is ensured To grow as legends do Telling the story Of demons went through Maybe I’ll be legendary A star-writ story Carved from enduring today A threshold here Defending you Against a horde Of demons I would Do whatever ItContinue reading “Zen Ana”
Cirrusfury
Mountains cut clouds When they sink Threatening to spill Rainflesh from shore Like the world’s Stiletto stabbing Through the ribs of ether Letting rain A pacifying hurricane And eye of tension Where jagged summits Cut deep All around the thunderwall Where the rainflesh wound Harrows Opening deeper As the eye moves
Inferno In Stillness
Contact Contracted again Bloodlet old memories Dead experience Necromancer Not by chance These memories rise From dancing with dead A cult of sorrow In the cemetary Of memory city Near Radio Reality Glass and reflections In sacrificial incense Offer to the airwaves Intelevision Buried praxis Shimmering in trees While their roots drink Deep into darkContinue reading “Inferno In Stillness”
Telerevolution
There will be no bombs No raving applause No soldiers coming home From war at the cafe No war on the streets This is not the way The revolution will not Be televised Buildings will burn but We’re blind to the words Emerging as ashes From setfire fascists No, we say! No televisions But we’llContinue reading “Telerevolution”
Sunchaser
An August fleeting That later I’ll be feeling
Consume Reality! 