Transcendental Bubbles

Far away
The misty grey night
Sinks down the horizon,
Dreams, driven seven feet deep
No time here,
But this very moment
Leaves its swirling trace
In the fogrings
Circling the yellow halucinations
Around the empty streetlights
Life ...
Dangling up and down
Around the speedometer
And vanishing in the canvas
- Of silence
With the falling stars
Lizards crawling through
Along the milestones
Empty cactus, thorny caterpillars
Hearts hanging upside down
Bleeding frozen, bloods dripping - frozen
blood
And empty broken signboards
Invitations of sex
Conscientous, consciences, consciousness, broken teeth
- Are the stakes
And pyres,
Burning one old silent witch
And muted roses bleeding
For more roses to bleed
Here, amongst the falling snowflakes
The vanishing twilights
The numbness of the souls
Dancing with the smokerings
With life, love, and dust particles...
And beneath this gurgling evanescence
Emptyness beckons,
To lead you into the repititive
dreams
And the mechanics
And the solemnizing harmony...
To the end of this universe
And thunder grows in all dead
Shoots, -
Crimson haze
Tilted gaze
Shaded hues
Tinted frogs...
And green spectacles...all
With clapping spectators
All these dampen up the squib
So let us keep quiet now,
For the time being
As all the while, this nowness
Prevails
Like the prevailing
Veil -
Let this very moment sink in
Like the frozen eyes of tomorrows tidings
And the janitress, the mistress, the priestess, the princess,
Bows down too,
The damsel keeps on dancing
As I wait for the morning star
And my conscience waits for the
next bus
To the middle of nowhere...

Explositions and Harvests

The classroom was empty
But for the benches, the chairs,
The white chalkmarks on the black board
And torn pages stewn all across the floor
There were no questions to be asked
And no answers to be given
And yet, and yet, I raised my hand
- My leprosy ridden hand
- My hand which I couldn't see anymore...

The seashore was vacant,
No people, no pebbles, not even a trace
Of the last of the dead seagulls,
Which used to haunt the Ancient Mariner
In me...
The waves dashed and gnashed,
And tried to eat the seashore,
the cliff, my being, my world, my
words, my everything
Up in one gulp
And yet, and yet, I forgot to flinch
I forgot to live, I forgot to die
For the mist had engulfed my soul
Which had set sail across
On a voyage to nowhere,
Unto the womb of a predestined
tiding - the broken chain of tomorrow...

I stared at the Sphynx's eyes
Which looked cold and distant
Gazing across the empty desert
Across the hazy horizon
Right into the eyes of eternity
Right into that mournful dawn
Right into the halo of the streetlights
Right into the burning atoms
of the poison fire -
But it didn't look into my smokey eyes...
So I left Egypt, and I travelled
across Greece, Rome, Palestine, Bethlehem
Persia...
And I saw them burning,
burning
- I saw them being reduced to
Heaps of worthless ashes - all dirty and grey
- And I stood on your
doorsteps,
I knocked on your door
But did you open it?
Believe me, my love, I don't really
remember...

Yellow circles, yellow circles,
All over,
Smokes - dancing atop the darkness
Blue smokes - had covered
My self...
And my eyes were hollow...

Yes, I know it, I god damn know it
That I have no answer to give,
Nothing to search for,
But to fly, to fly like a lonely kite,
And to kiss my own lips in the mirror...
Before the mirror gets cracked
And before I get charred and
burnt
Which I know I'm going to anyway...