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Occluded vision into the future
hovering on the horizon
the sea sharing rain with
the ocean evaporating back
into the cloud
the circle continues and expands
The past Occluded by
the future occluded
by the past yet to be
we are spinning
inside of smoky shadows
we are appearing
out of Amber crystals
we see the stars flimsily
as we repeat unrecorded time
as we expand
through yet another universe
we see time flimsily
we see stars drift flimsily through
through the cornea
to the neuron
through the shimmy and shake
of the blood-cell-neuro-transmitter
where are we
inside the lightning bolt?
the electrical attraction?
the firing of the neuron we call ourselves?
first particles. then fire. then life.
after many star explosions.
after planet slowly cools.
after oceans settle in.
with fire inside.
and spirit inside.
and soul inside.
looking back where it came from.
particles. then fire. then life.
. . . or else waiting again, inside the soundwave, to hatch another elephant of sleepless emotion.
it was all a bunch of hoopla and hornswoggle if you ask me, but something was cooking
between these ears, in my so called brain, home of my so called mind,
(my mind that seldom minds me, seldom goes where I tell it to go, often goes where
I tell it not to go, but my mind will stray, away away)––
and so, malarky or no malarky, my neurons were having a party, and it was loud-loud-loud,
until someone called the cops, and I took another sleeping pill, to still the lava flow of the
downloading memory-options, and life-re-writes, and future-visions of where-to-be other than
here-and-now scenarios, taking a powder-room break while thinking even louder, yawning with a
shiver or, uh, mental-quiver of existential what’s-it-to-ya, and why-I-oughtta paradigms. . .
ahem. . .
as I was saying… the elephant of sleepless emotion hatched inside the lava-neurons spilling into the ocean,
around three in the morning…. and the next thing I remember another year went by. bye. buy.
lookin’ for my soul, oh, vagabond-buddha /
oh, hiawatha, wanna be with-ya /
which way, sistah / just call me mistah
starshine-superfly / don’t know why I jive
just stayin’ alive another day / another way
another sylvester-saint in the daisy-chain-
gang / cool-hand-luke no cahoots “what
we have here is failure-to-communicate”
whack––with a cane––ouch––down the hill,
bake me a cake / and put in a pill don’t
leave it in the rain don’t talk me out of
my imaginary pain / my imaginary pleasure
lookin’ for a leisure-suit at goodwill to
freak out my grrlfrien’ then-go-to-the-mall & buy some
bling-bling / wanna make her sing / so many
things get lost in the shuffle.
Else loved Where, and they ran away and got married.
They began a kingdom, called Elsewhere, and it was a place where
very many people, in all parts of the world,
wanted to be. It got pretty crowded.
And then No showed up.
No was shadowy, but handsome, and, well,
he had a certain magnetism. Where became mesmerized.
Poor Else, he suddenly lost Where, when she ran off
with No. Then Elsewhere wasn’t anywhere anymore.
And No and Where went to Nowhere land,
which is just 100 miles south of Neverland,
and they could not be found again.
life is fire
whether i am sound asleep
or totally wired
life feels more like going down a river
than driving down a road
with a map.
one way or another the river will take me
completely unaware of what is between now
The main thing about being alive
is, no one knows.
alligators lick the shore
near the lawn of the outdoor party
lightning bugs & cicadas & lanterns
of all colors other small lights
scattered magical all around
inhibitions drop like clothes
in a dressing room
& have one last look in the mirror––
I know nothing––
I have lived in its house for many years.
I have floated in its starless infinite liquid black ink with no compass and
no clue where I might be drifting, or if I am in motion at all.
I know nothing––
its sense of humor at unlikely times,
it’s sudden bursts of brilliance and peace,
its terors and night-sweats and lack of light that is darker then space,
darkness-beyond-darkness that takes you to the highway in the rain,
makes you want to live again,
makes you want to roll the dice with your one last gasp,
your last arbitrary wish, your last lucky penny,
roll the dice as you are falling
even if you may never see them land,
or know if they’ll come up lucky 7, or snake-eyes, or craps,
even if you know you may never know
let your shadow do the walking
little horse race
let your shadow do the talking
let your shadow take the hit
everything goes right through him
he don’t care
he so very flexible
on rocks, on water
stretched out at sunset
he always changing every which way
depending where the light is coming from…
or how many lights are on…
or, like a flash.
and when you play with him
and dance with him
and pose for pictures with him,
he don’t mind all that.
he is changeable.
he don’t pretend he’s only one person.
he don’t pretend to have so much substance.
he knows he can’t hold onto anything.
he knows he’ll disappear when the lights go out.
rain erase me and clean my face as i stare into the sky as you fall.
rain come find me and bring your clouds the sun is burning into my skull.
rain let me taste you let me drink you and become you carry me with you to the sea.
rain help me call you help me see you and dance with you , your tiny drops all over me.
rain my sweet sister , my brother , my mister , my mama , my saviour , my disaster.
rain. yes. welcome. welcome sweet rain. it has been so long. my skin needs you.
rain come again and stay a little longer and wash me away and bring me back in
from the rain.