Some poems:
Rhythm rhythm rhythm
Four by eight, seven by
Levels above what’s given.
It is a lesson about how to fly.
An old man sits at a tape
And records oral tapestries
Of his life.
Right now I’m getting high.
A cacao plant derived from south africa.
Blood blood blood
Bassline beating to the rhythm.
Books here, and here and here.
There and there and there.
Colorless and his years of pilgrimage.
Ceaseless in the pivoting,
dancing with a universe that’s already
Bumping.
This is a secret, silence whispered to a wizard.
Who was already quiet.
Manipulating combinations.
Subtracting glistening from the essence.
This music that plays at the interior of my mind needs fleshing out, and it need not be punk but something cinematic.
The things that remain hidden still affect the things that aren’t.
Circe, Heinlein, and preserved.
Writing for enjoyment.
Not to purvey the semblance of sense.
But perhaps still, it makes…?
Useless books alight in the light of useful books, and still I stack and collect.
I wonder what aright the man settles into his oral tapestries,
Spoken and woven into wonders that the man at times does not
There are a million stars shining in the tin of sense that alights within this reason.
There are a million things said in the saying of one thing, cleverly dependent on the trip taken around the world in 80 days.
I showed you my book, I uttered, before you took my journal.
But that’s not how it was, I satisfyingly moved the furniture, you replied.
Yes, with great verisimilitude, I acknowledged. But alas for the caricature.
The what?
Rather the when, I surmised. A gift yes, but stolen at the heart of the rhymedness madness.
You’re just hoping I’ll go mad, as part of your medium.
Take comfort in the chaos. John Summit.
Rhizomes connect, in theory, the waggling finger waggles.
But today is just a day.
Who are you, who consists of art and medium? Are you healthy?
Cocaine off of a Thackeray modern library publication. Services to the heart, held dear to the heart.
Despair grows.
Is it here, for good? Or is life…?