Thursday, December 22, 2011

feathers and wax mythical ambition to conquer the skies


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I was flying across the burning desert.


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Violet belly song baby.










Violet belly song baby.


Some baby.

Some body.


Worldview in baby blues.


Baby Constellations.

baby stars baby wars

Baby love.

My baby love.

Baby Echoes in the baby chambers of our baby hearts.


step soft,

our dream lies here.


Baby grandpas up above,

Us below.

Watch us grow.


I see the moon

and the moon sees me.


Maybe baby moon baby


Maybe moon foxing on it


moon manning in it.


Maybe baby. Maybe.



Maybe not.



Maybe self-important flower petal

some planet flower spinning

on some flowered planet

all its own, all alone


Or amongst us wildest ones

wrestling endless fields of sun

of common, dirty, earth trash ones.


pepper in the edible and pink up the cities

all the pink moments in all the pink mouths


all the longest nights of all the newest years,


all the longest kisses


all the longest bombs gone out the longest windows


all blown out of baby darkness into baby light


Out the spinning earth clock in the baby belly,


Spits the Violet belly of the song baby out.



and he lay down in the grass and cried.

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Thursday, December 15, 2011

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me identifico.


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marco gets mentioned about his dancing,



ecstatic trembler approaching edge of sound barrier


the event horizon has


tea parties underwater


under where


there was the unremembered conversation (oral tradition),


swallowed by centuries

of

opaque circling,


pennies swirled in spinning cups

taste same


a tin or copper


I think something’s between us,

the fog on my glasses, the rain mist on my lenses


like water leaking up through the soles of my shoes,

sss got nothing to do with you.







ten hours broken into two sets of five,


you gotta try


can’t let it bring down.



You.


Look so beautiful today.


It is so good to see again.


I’ll call about that Hungarian,

still have number,


were wrong about the Finish film, was two in the kitchen,



melancholia of the black sun,





Really,


Just so beautiful.




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Monday, December 12, 2011

Friday, December 2, 2011

Thursday, December 1, 2011

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in the belly of the whale.


on the street of wasted steps.


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