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A movement toward home, or toward softer sound waves? We left the words dripping wet on the line, their throats full of tears, and then we left them out to dry. They dried and malingered while the room burned with the heat of stars. Do they mean anything once they’ve dried?
Do I burn better by your side?
Can it exist without this enormous gravity?
I stand uncertain.
And still.
(I believe I prefer you)
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata
“Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered”
-e.e. cummings
But what of never, do you believe in never?
It never meant forever.
Wind shifts in moments, sunlight slanting through,
and down to the flowers which the rain grew,
winding through the same places,
touching them, softly, on the side
of the stomach of an instant,
after which we sat whimsically wondering
if the wind knew we were watching while it played its games,
waiting for the rain that came.
The rain came and made us soggy.
Waterlogged we were mussed.
Tempestuous perfervid always flowers believe!
Next to nothing sat the sun,
doing nothing, being warm.
We could shine a light on.
We could play a harp song.
In the wind that wonders,
In the sun that came,
In the flowers that will follow
and make love to the rain.
—
I am planning a revolution.
It involves pretty colors and sexy bodies.
More than that it entails the willing suspension of disbelief,
for the entirety of spring.
I dip my tongue into a bowl of ferocious.
Feathers, crystals, gypsy queens.
A few things.
Wings.
This place is damp and ghostly
I am already gone.
And the halls were lined with the disembodied
and dustly wings, which fell from flesh
gasplessly.
And I go where the trees go,
and I walk from a higher education
(for now, for hire)
And it beats me, but I do not know.
Palaces and stormclouds
the rough, straggly sage, and the smoke
and the way it will all come together
(in quietness, in time)
And you laws of property
you free economy
you unending afterthoughts,
you could’ve told me before –
Never get so attached to a poem
you forget truth that lacks lyricism;
never draw so close to the heat
that you forget that you must eat.
I wish to direct your attention to the left. Behold, a magnificant fetus, half-formed! Normally, we would push them back into the womb, but a few are very strong. Out they come, in need of respiratory assistance and suckling and constant maintenance. This particular fetus displays unusual brain wave activity. With innovative technology we have been able to create a system capable of deciphering this activity into language! Let’s see if he won’t transmit something to us.
they have outstanding claims i’m thinking my god man what’s to stop then from destroying my gelatinous body they will crunch me something is missing what is missing where has all the softness gone to these days?
i think i need to sleep.
how now even coffee sets my stomach to spinning!
i feel light as air, holding the demon captive
in my gut, he howls and scratches inside my ribcage.
by god it is nearly april,
my hands tremble with trepidation,
and bright sun sets red hair afire!
oh keep it captive,
it’s so distractive,
i will write a thousand words a day ’til i die.
oh my love, oh it was a funny little thing…
haunted every night by kaleidescopic dreams:
another time and place, and me suspended in the space
between, familiar faces so demonic as my mind wrings
itself, drips onto tears and tattered wings.
i’d crawl out if i had the right
i’d cry out and claw and try to fight-
you can’t ask what it means
can we go outside?
can we be enclosed in light?
oh god do you love us at all?
are we ok?
are we ok?
Like fire is fury is better is redder is hotter than your molten throat hold it hold it hold it down
Is like hotter fire molten fury it holds better than to hold it down your redder throat is is is is it?
And the rain is so apt.
And my blood is so pure.
And I am fresher and cleaner and hotter and more fiery now. now. now.
And stronger and stronger and stronger and
now:
How do you do. Do you how do? Don’t worry child I don’t love you. Oh look, oh look, they’re coming for me now. Time thinks now it is right to run. And how! And how! Oh wow! And how!
Stop this sentimental nonsense, I am no sensitive girl. I am the taste of metal, the stench of gasoline, the feeling of needles up and down your spine when you’re asleep and dreaming, I am nightmare nighty night personified don’t fight it oh no you don’t!snarl… snarl… It likes to knock things out. Knock me out senseless and defenseless I’ll bounce up like a cartoon cutout to smirk and meep and throw you off the cliff of my heart, and all the pain you gave me stuffed into the dynamite that follows. Acme! Acme! Oh lord it feels good to be released!
It could never be true because he only loves himself.
It could never be true because it is all wrapped in lies and woven with deceit.
My broken heart is more powerful than the small boy’s weakened mouth.
I am the jack of all trades, head back arms open catching rain on my tongue and lightning with my eyes.
Ferocious, tempestuous, and what is it they say?
Much, much too good for you are not well.
I understand do you?
You leave me bitter and unwell and in the dark.
How I love the dark. I will love the dark!
It makes the light so bright.
Another love grows deeper, do I let you in?
You’ll have to fight
your way through
the bloody mess beneath my ribcage.
And touch my face once more, softly.
Let it come as true things do, eyes wide and senses sharp, hands reaching out and into the dark. Total lack of the last. It came on too fast. Reach for it. Reach for it. Take it. Throw it against walls and through windows. It crashes. It came down through the sound and stirred shit around. The Velvet Elvis and the 3D Virgin Mary sit, ripped and wielding whips, weaving words with their wet whiskers, worn out whispering “we made it, we made it,” Choose to leap or to linger a little longer. At least the dogs smile, fuzzy like furry like funk, crunch crunk. It slides like water glides like matter across mirrors that watch while we rumble and roar. You made it! You’re here! But where does the sound end and where does it begin? We must begin, for you are just seven years in age and not yet in a cage meant to protect your eyes from this HIGH INTENSITY ULTRAVIOLENT LIGHT! It unravels and unveils, valiantly revelling in the reeling vision devoid of precision. You couldn’t know how it would go, it takes its time to unwind, it reaches in from behind to find
energy
and synergy.
Now let it be.
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