"nature abhors any object, is what I mean
break it down for me. not so simple.
erosion is our star, orbitans, lightening bounce from jupiter
the shoreline of my mental systems shape-shifting
depends on the defiance of boundaries death compels..." more below in the flow
break it down for me. not so simple.
erosion is our star, orbitans, lightening bounce from jupiter
the shoreline of my mental systems shape-shifting
depends on the defiance of boundaries death compels..." more below in the flow
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MAYBE THE TREES?
who created the star broad enough to metabolize your oblivion?
search heaven for what star systems inform my body's electricity
and you will find several several specific binary tripolar eccentricities
convulvulus of wild fowl chases you across galaxies only to sleep in the guardian womb
photosynthetic caverns of leaves & the underground atelier
beavers, nutria, vivaporous tree-eater mammals
many a-thing eats down the chain of lives
nature abhors any object, is what I mean
break it down for me. not so simple.
erosion is our star, orbitans, lightening bounce from jupiter
the shoreline of my mental systems shape-shifting
depends on the defiance of boundaries death compels
bringing things down to the minimal we others absorb
and I want to wail the reedy blues of the orbatids unsung
secret killer of grasses and manufacturer of death soils
who created the star broad enough to metabolize your oblivion?
search heaven for what star systems inform my body's electricity
and you will find several several specific binary tripolar eccentricities
convulvulus of wild fowl chases you across galaxies only to sleep in the guardian womb
photosynthetic caverns of leaves & the underground atelier
beavers, nutria, vivaporous tree-eater mammals
many a-thing eats down the chain of lives
nature abhors any object, is what I mean
break it down for me. not so simple.
erosion is our star, orbitans, lightening bounce from jupiter
the shoreline of my mental systems shape-shifting
depends on the defiance of boundaries death compels
bringing things down to the minimal we others absorb
and I want to wail the reedy blues of the orbatids unsung
secret killer of grasses and manufacturer of death soils
which are the same as resurrection soils
ceaseless consumation and depositry
but after a certain intellectual treeline, preconception dissolves
prosecco goes flat, the net goes down in the middle of the film
it's like meeting johnny depp too late in life for it to matter
yes, even jolie or jaylo! even shakira! maybe beyonce?
news comes in deflagration of war, raises the price 900 x
all that glitters comes up in body bags and nagual
shadows of meaning, blood-hounds rambling,
that box of coupons, lottery tickets and collage cuttings,
those 5 other guitars you never play, 250 bottles of nail polish,
all goes becky noddy as ballast to the overburdened seas
there's no time to play freebird, everybody's headed for the door
without coats until in the absolute outside kelvin degrees
demand the whole collapse of vital stars scatter brinkmanship
into skid-marks, skid-rows, scamper van grunge,
a survival sign in neon flashes with the S gone dark
URVIVAL
but after a certain intellectual treeline, preconception dissolves
prosecco goes flat, the net goes down in the middle of the film
it's like meeting johnny depp too late in life for it to matter
yes, even jolie or jaylo! even shakira! maybe beyonce?
news comes in deflagration of war, raises the price 900 x
all that glitters comes up in body bags and nagual
shadows of meaning, blood-hounds rambling,
that box of coupons, lottery tickets and collage cuttings,
those 5 other guitars you never play, 250 bottles of nail polish,
all goes becky noddy as ballast to the overburdened seas
there's no time to play freebird, everybody's headed for the door
without coats until in the absolute outside kelvin degrees
demand the whole collapse of vital stars scatter brinkmanship
into skid-marks, skid-rows, scamper van grunge,
a survival sign in neon flashes with the S gone dark
URVIVAL
URVIVAL
URVIVAL
URVIVAL
shifting in the off-grey bulks of post-nuptial nautical twilight
blindly blinking...
Despite knowing coffee is bad for me,
o'er which forms the Ozymandian ridge of sand
shifting in the off-grey bulks of post-nuptial nautical twilight
blindly blinking...
Despite knowing coffee is bad for me,
a cuppa'd be fine just now
rather than the corroded domes & megaphones of disaster
rather than the corroded domes & megaphones of disaster
shuddering this alternate universe dream in the bell-crack of the beast
if only we had enough time the holy ghosts' might
if only we had enough time the holy ghosts' might
might mightily save us
or maybe, given enough time, maybe the trees
spores, doors, reedy skirts be hangin'
near the spruce
travelin the calves
or maybe, given enough time, maybe the trees
spores, doors, reedy skirts be hangin'
near the spruce
travelin the calves
----
music is freedom itself as dance living dying
into mycomass always flowing
great hydras of terraforming cryptobiotic soil
on the birthday of Arthur Rimbaud
mingling undulations siphoning idiosyncracy crapshoots
mon ultra somnolent itinerant cactus
my music never over
here but lion's mane mycelial
sporadic mutant blossom
ready now to dusk
as visions come to jacob boehme
far too early bohemian
fathoms of mothers gather their moss
build the braintree's leaves
prepared pinnacle
pineal acorn
nut squat
stored by squirrels
doffs its cap --
it's almost Spring
inside the Ice
---
knowing
what eyes want, I want art (meaning whatever I do) -- knowing what ears
know-- to remind me that I should be honest, faithful, rebellious,
traditional, drunken (oh, but why?) and yet sober (but what for?).
That's all. I want art to remind me of what I really want and that which
gets me up to do. This and that. Anything. To revert, pervert, return,
advance, get sucked backwards into forwards, to be free to be freedom's
arrival point, free from view, in the underground rail-roads
of water, sluices, followers of elderly root networks, sending via
mycofilial tendrils and slime moulds the woodpecker's cry to send water
up to the bud's of next year's the new leaves the new year's sunbeams,
buried in the acorn's ruin
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