Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Untitled From Notebook 3.08.11 :: WIP

Buoyed lips
awash in sinister
tongue waves
generated by sonic boom
pressure.
Diamond souls
stuffed into coal ships
the smith's embers glow
unforged plow shares
beaten out of stolen mules and 40 acre edens.
Slurred words
from depth psychological
of Electra and Oedipus
written in hell's syntax.
European hand of
indigenous heart
or
vocal observer of pressure cooker.

Untitled 9.03.2011 :: WIP

From one side of twenty-four hours
and back
to one half of all time.
Staring through crow footed eyes
at the beginning of unsubscribed
services centuries old
making no new motion
sans circumambulation around thirty-six score ten degrees.
Radiation pierced ocular nerves
short circuit to
pink mush and dark matter.
Humid chromotography just stays like panting dog in midwest August sun.
In silence they sit,
cross legged and happy.
Stunned by none; the theatre of absurd plays on.