Zero was
this idea the Arabs had
of not-quite-infinity
but back to before we knew
The Promise of Something
This Zero holds the space
before the blossoming
into cataclysm.
It is the moment before the Universe.
It was when we were all friends of God.
The Zero said "So it was
And shall be forever."
"In my Emptiness, I am Full
and
You always return back to me."
Zero is the holding in your hand
of things you cannot hold.
12/28/11
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tinker
I am tinkering with things
Making experimental sounds now
To replace breath and all the words we use for normal things
Art to replace the heart
Whether it breaks or
Tears or
Buoys up or
Understands the concept of solitude.
Movement, to replace
The pedestrian bump and grind
Constructions and concoctions to honor
An elusive modernity.
I am slightly more free
And there is a little more of me
Scattered for posterity.
Play.
12/21/2011
Making experimental sounds now
To replace breath and all the words we use for normal things
Art to replace the heart
Whether it breaks or
Tears or
Buoys up or
Understands the concept of solitude.
Movement, to replace
The pedestrian bump and grind
Constructions and concoctions to honor
An elusive modernity.
I am slightly more free
And there is a little more of me
Scattered for posterity.
Play.
12/21/2011
Break the Vessels
As day shatters into night
So there were pinpricks upon the universe
Then, holes in our theory
Time had a place and
There was finally a point, alpha and omega
And we were everywhere
And the God who was holding me hostage--
I told him to go home
in his fucking clown suit
as I wrestled down my brother for the kill and said
"We will have a second time over
but during this one
I will have to look into your eyes when I do it."
Our only conscience was ourselves.
Break the vessels
Open the portals to tormenting devils
Slack-mouthed preachers intoning in just the right wavelength for ceremonial brainwashing
In this ending, I still pull your gold teeth out for money
And piss on your partially incinerated corpse, it being attired only in hijab
But this time, there is no flag behind me, no army
No inflated sense of righteousness;
Just the proper amount of sense that we all made in the first place
To force us fully
To understand
Exactly how
We run,
Knock-kneed
To our petty, shit-covered death.
12/21/11
So there were pinpricks upon the universe
Then, holes in our theory
Time had a place and
There was finally a point, alpha and omega
And we were everywhere
And the God who was holding me hostage--
I told him to go home
in his fucking clown suit
as I wrestled down my brother for the kill and said
"We will have a second time over
but during this one
I will have to look into your eyes when I do it."
Our only conscience was ourselves.
Break the vessels
Open the portals to tormenting devils
Slack-mouthed preachers intoning in just the right wavelength for ceremonial brainwashing
In this ending, I still pull your gold teeth out for money
And piss on your partially incinerated corpse, it being attired only in hijab
But this time, there is no flag behind me, no army
No inflated sense of righteousness;
Just the proper amount of sense that we all made in the first place
To force us fully
To understand
Exactly how
We run,
Knock-kneed
To our petty, shit-covered death.
12/21/11
Stars
Stars
"Take me up to the top of the city."- Kate Bush
We strain our eyes hard
To see stars
In the city
But the lights of urban glory-cathedrals
Have pushed them out.
Follow me
We'll look off the edge
And pretend it isn't a plunge.
Our strength lies
in steel skeletons.
12/21/11
"Take me up to the top of the city."- Kate Bush
We strain our eyes hard
To see stars
In the city
But the lights of urban glory-cathedrals
Have pushed them out.
Follow me
We'll look off the edge
And pretend it isn't a plunge.
Our strength lies
in steel skeletons.
12/21/11
Friday, December 16, 2011
You Can Never Go Backwards
Staring into black liquid now
before the spark appears
it’s dark
but just in time
to see pictures
of all that could be.
Season of lights
Reflections from within
we contemplate
to create
close the eyes
shut out the din
And walk.
Walk forward.
12/16/2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Half (Deny, Refuse and Bar the Doors)
Half
"You are half of one of them," he said.
I replied to him defensively, as if he had violated my inner pride:
"How did you know?"
If the time came, I would not be one of them
And I would not give shelter if they were rounded up,
I have the marks that make me not-one
Yet you see and say, as if nature knows.
I perceive that
I am enough to pass.
I beg of you, don't give me away
For I tell you, this half has not formed
The me I am today.
12/2/11
"You are half of one of them," he said.
I replied to him defensively, as if he had violated my inner pride:
"How did you know?"
If the time came, I would not be one of them
And I would not give shelter if they were rounded up,
I have the marks that make me not-one
Yet you see and say, as if nature knows.
I perceive that
I am enough to pass.
I beg of you, don't give me away
For I tell you, this half has not formed
The me I am today.
12/2/11
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