Then, moving up the last flight of stairs, the way prophets and fools want to reach the stars, X, a blot, mostly durable, faces the idol, stares, one foot raised, face lugging, heaving towards monstrosity. X holds history of space and history of form. The idol, beyond every bridges and islands. Cold breeze from fogfucked shores.
House by the River.
everyone sat, down, to eat.
Xylem -phloem through tree of head
Cosmic tree outside
Cat inside stares at cat outside
Cat outside stares at cat inside
The numbered other
O my stamped friends
Killer Monday comes
Me tied to tracks
Beautiful world, kill-hoop of dreams
The last sound of time and destiny and creation
New light of mind is green, attributed
Break more, hold branches,
There, another tree
Cold ancient friends from first forest of world
Gathers around spine of fires
Of Universal stay
To eat fingers and bones.
O God. Dimmed,
Eggs. Remember, nostalgia
Human X, sweaty, wants to catch
The river is old.
Break actual nature of swan
Feast in duck-meat. Fires lit by fingerslit canopy.
In love with soft sounds of cooking,
We return to our old kitchens
Loving you, I did. Dot of light approaches
Keep count of sunsets.
Do you remember me, nostalgia?
No one in birthshadowed solitude
Other shadows are outside
Tigerlit dawn through fires, tiger-shadows on walls of world.
I lay down my sword
Run to the pieces
This me. How to return without you? Flames, leap,
Sounds in the wind.
Beautiful, once, this life, you know I run. kill it. gouge eyes. slit wrists.
I move up
I move down
your solitude, love, loving,
we awake darkness, sounds through silence,
our sounds of love move world of cars and doors, cupboards fill
O my mauve soldiers of sunlight
bend to hooks of sunlight.
beautiful rice and love.
there’s no light here. we become reptiles, we crawl towards us
whatever was inside.
night. and again and again
we wake up to sounds of rice and love. they punch all tickets. they move along endless rhymes of the city. whoever comes, beautiful, and looks at your eyes, never leaves.
dense light. life-faced smell comes back, to grasses and heaving flesh, return
look, fireball, wooden singers are free,
Minerva motorcycles stunned behind minarets, some say, blood goes
armies swarm to beaches of life
marks that become words, signs and vendetta
kick the molasses away. kick them strong and sharp
keep your glasses on, keep reaping and sowing, copper-dreamed boiling
of blood and muck,
kerosene and political.
Tathagata, our children
you’re nothing other than this. New youth ahoy, seeds of light on wick. Seeds of life on love, death and immortality.
And then, failing to awake dreams and imagination,
whole dives deep. arrange the moments of death and dying. make the corpses strike. art was born.
rabbit runs along strip between here, now and there, then.
these won’t shout
first, I’ll speak of a situation
huge moon rises
name of house – mother-capitulation.
in the land of futility
protein hormone and oxygen
milked cows and free-fall. in the land of faded glimpses, sailorman eat gaps between lacksymbol lactomama. Horny beasts in moonlit shores,
shooting past chromosome of heads
then, blast and overture
of flags in the in-between land
where few dared to venture
moving through dulcet proofs, notmoving through riversleep,
goldface February footprint.
glassmooth hats in mirror – clearly, another forest, charmed here, I knew
knowing. sheep and shepherds glide down this road. touchbodied mayhem in portico,
that valley. springday stuck to window like head. distance between two moving points.
distance between teeth and nipple.
Silkworm of warm, soft music – fond folds of senses; velvet shoulders;
Thus, become mind.
long sun comes out
bumper to bumper one turnip, two. these leaves,
forgetting and bereavement.
tantalize wrists, doors won’t open
flotilla departed harbor full scrape patterns: a fading of hiptage
ages. urge. this pull, these roots. point them out. thrash them to mound of flesh and love:
pure and absolute,
kung-fu cup! earthen plates fight for god. your dome is full. your eyes shine.
blue fly of comely red lodge.
here we go. hemorrhaged, hedgefunded,
until one day, every day was Tuesday.
mango-cart rolled downcliff
between eyes and fingers – sleek, slutty slopes – evolution of neuron and history.
the sky is high
first caveman’s mother-complex tattooed on prickly walls. in this garden of colours,
in case I lose my compass
give me winter of salt
o blood. o periscope.
vomit violent love
throb before doors get shut
- our castle of meatsome fear
- our gloomworn seeds, aglow
I invented boredom
I discovered masturbation
I discovered suicide
I won’t act unless I am the hero.
I am the lovemachine of zero.
sparrows on the green boat
dead boatman bled blood
and I thought the river and the river was.
sparrows flew away, sunbound,
searching for the source of this that makes these stick on.
manuscript of silver, with trident,
much spoken, adroit in limbo, find, leaving nebula, strictures of starlight, neobulb,
bitsy birds on cozy nest. maroon geometry sings all along nightroad erosion,
enter the wheels, patterned to crafts of fruit.
nocturn apple – in three syllables of fingertip, softer than the reeds and chords of what lies hidden
behind cracks and trumpets – dead cigarettes on the floor, edges of sonorous relief, many wisdom of wordwombed stretch. Gnash, hungry, bees of fire and cessation. music in the streets: magician left lay: new radiant alloy: enchantment.
Supernova in lieu of murder
count cherry blossom
cosmetic plankton in big market
wipe pathos off forehead
sweet awaking blue notes tones cut to calculation
counterfoil, production of telephones
boiled difference, tolling,
gates close before singsong moonlove starlove
saffron talkies, comes, cosmetic
sunlight and shame, pubic balderdash
beatboxed rain on gramophone
diorama on steeplechase landfill
lorries loiter secret cumulonimbus,
downhill, chimneys from rainwind door
jammed woodbine for flutter and floss,
look across calm light. new life of dead and hidden in water and soil.
inside larynx that aim at galaxies inside waterfalls father and son swiped Jupiter,
seven-choired coil, city of trees and gun, one or two dots of glowing dark, specs in subliminal recoil, decoy and subterfuge, lightning-pained scape; chromestage annihilation, mascara and desires. may my shadow stick to your asscheek forever. one lunge - storyteller needed for downtown cascade. blue wine in eyes, roofshaked three bronze-brazen hours, head breaks through head of sky, daylight and hunger of splendid-pain lightning, wolfteeth, creamtittied daughters, of decay, unleash static death of moments. take me to mahogany chorus, blurred captions and borders - seminal, fluid –
first conception of crime,
bandits of lotus I hear your eggs screaming from frying pan, my belly on your locomotive, birds progress with trolleys of cold fire, one unit, lilac – that door, darkness, go! next, frenzy
waves tic caterpillar,
nostril-column calamity, tell, waterbreath deathbreath –
again, flip through seesaw mammoth pages
sloth gulping of bulb-ballerina.
a book of dew.
dementia, I want to sleep once again. this sunshine.
round fleshy fruits, seedless, like little balls of poetry
stare, get ready for the next round of blunt thrashing,
morning groans at kneebone, formation of antennae and antecedence
from river of women and other lies, you know,
annexure, running through mangomania turbine hinterlands, she plucked cherries for sepia frames of gumboots and overcoat, paracetamol and stoic ammonia, wearing alkali tunic with brave spots, paraffin jostling with mirages, regular like tyrants clerks and grandfather clocks. little magic-rats scamper out of her moon and nibble at the frame, leaving teethmarks on certain hidden flags and sails that move boatworld to cascade canvas, join killer-dots that scream so sharp that roof of world shatters within her phantom-eyes of dusk and penumbra.
thus, her nursery of dreams.
today will be a lucky day.
saw you, pendulum-rolled, hey.
pegged with concrete and reflection,
- ad nauseum –