- -

still asleep, surfacing

forgeting how intertwined they had been as they drifted off

unsure now of the object in his hand

until she gently pinched his arm

with her other

hand

Signature Forgetfulness

 Here comes the wave.

Black at it's heart,

a glimpse behind the moon.

The wind sound loud in his ears,

vision telescoping.

Eventually comprehending his feet out in front of him

and his hands still in his pockets.

Slowly identifying the sound as the shower running behind him (the room's filling up with steam).

He's somehow wedged himself into the small space on the floor between the bath-tub and the sink.

insouciance

kicks

 

 

obits

band on the run

shoe-horn

Au Revoir Mon Amour.

Big MOney

 

all

The Fog at Night

The capital

an avalanche of "my feelings, my feelings"

I could be sick

Iranian punks

 In Elvis t-shirts and dagger boots

Authentic, a revelation

The skinny lantern-jawed kid hammers the verse down

 not notes from the poetic realm 

and far beyond language

he has no need to be descriptive 

is free to articulate

and does

 to great effect

"I need you"

"Get me out of this body"

Physical/Posture

merzbox

the hive dream (repeats)

 

A Confidence Trick

              The junkyard prose of "faded glory"

           a holy fool

              dosed with ultra-potent synthetic hallucinogens
             (smeared onto door-handles and taps)

                and locked within the unending landscape of his apartment

                mind dissolving even as it begins to perceive it's own brilliance

           (it's all falling into place)

              a diaphanous mote refracts light across the universal exhale of the post-rain lush
           (and is gone)

Riot in Bedrock

screaming skull

as consciousness is harnessed to flesh

full moon

Yours To Recall

 

 

 

sub rosa

Gliding in a bank up the street.

It's starting to rain.

Dot, dot, dash, dash.

The window pane flexes like a lung in the wind.

In and then out.

"Magic fingers"

She laughs.

"And that's our secret language is it?"

"I'd know it anywhere"

"You said it"

"Did I?"

"Uh-huh, you said, quote. "The sole function of dialogue in a screenplay is to progress narrative""

"Really? I said that?"

"You really did"

"Wow, I am almost never that articulate"

"You had been drinking"

"Can I come over?"

"Sure come over and you can tell me about how art is everything again"

"Is it still raining?"

"Hold on I'll go look"

magnificat

 

at the edge of time

trapezoid

Staying the Course

new to euphoria

Clouds of iridescent petals shower down

A hyper-natural bloom devouring the light around it, drilling into the sky

Sheets snatched up in flashing hands

Hug-Life

Priceless

 

 

the lace room

if only for a second

  

He lay down

 in the meadow on the hill

overlooking the town where he had grown up

staring into the sky again

"That boy is a fool"

They'll say

there is a flower

 

we did a new Flower of Zeus video

wishful thinking

 

The Heart is a Weapon

Madrid

new poise

if it were spring already then I would take you dancing

the scent of warm dust

 

Ideas come and go

over 192 pages

"well, there it is then"

her hands cup his face

so that he can only look up or down
building a vessel
of amber and verdigris
 secret harmony amidst total chaos