Snapshots // Intentions

Snapshots of snapshots,
are these pictures anymore a
documentation of me, or a
parallel life
somewhere through the looking glass.


Little hands, little feet,
sunshine in glorious giggles.
Lost locations imprint soulshine with a
savored idiosyncratic intention.


Descent from one shell to the
next as
skin is shed and left for the
insects to ingest.


Transmutational metamorphosis, the
aphids take out the trash.
Another version of the truth is
born, and with weak knees, embraced
if only to seem less of a stranger than
the girl before her.


Built in the factory,
recycle and renew.
Fractious is fissured with
animosity. Melancholy moves in,
echoing in between the
poorly sewn-in polestar.

The Vessel

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(Cinnamon Sticks and Frosted Lips)

Digital dictation isn't fair enough as I fumble for pencil and paper, to record fledgling breaths of anticipation and agony. Not of this time, staggering souls slide into syncopation, slipping out through tunnels and rabbit-holes. Frolic young ones, flee like the rabbit on the first frostbitten hemlock, nuzzle and kneel close to the ground for her hidden messages.

Through the forest, rear window, birds eye view. Swallowing the sleepy buildings like sugarcane-kissed strawberries. States slip by beneath in a linear involuntary manner. Power lines prophesize permanence and destination. Day blends to night tastes like cinnamon sticks and frosted lips.

(Bird of the Bayou)

oh, sweet serenity, how the deafness falls upon mine ears and creates a dumbfounding darkness. it has been too long since the sound of your chorus has filled these spaces. I pause, poised and prepared to traverse the meadowlands and race V-8, floorboard, forward into the badlands- those streets with no name, rugged and abating. skulking shadows of the firefly lights traipse behind in whispers and giggle while I find myself steadfast in your heart.

Until that gravity plants me imperviously cheek to cheek, I sigh and sing like the bird of the bayou. Idle hands, have I not? They are reaching for any task that can dissuade them from becoming the playthings of a devil of distance. Ice descends upon them, and I am reticent to implore them cessation. Lost in the inter-webs of daydream dialogues, the sun shall soon usurp the clouds, and open before me my pilgrimage.

(Witness)

     

   

      

straightaway to city center

sun slunk low behind

solemn skeletons of summer

magic drawbridge

crossing a creek kissed in ice

linked like lovers strolling in

stolen time

empty walls speak softly to

those who will listen

figurines gather in gait

escaping paralyzing pedestals

Michelangelo leaks from lips

like ladies sipping tea.

come.

single file by my side and witness

fumbling for fingers amidst

woolen fortresses

(chemical brothers)

forge into the frost of

 winter's rough lips and 

roam dark streets in search of 

lady luck, arm in arm, four footfalls 

echo between silent sentinels 

soaring the dark sky. 

scaffoldings and screen-ins make 

poor fit for the wind that 

carries with it a desirable desolation in 

the land of mechanized monotony. 

slip into a place where ghosts and 

legends beat their boots and 

chemical brothers dial up poison from 

rainbow wells. 

under the floorboards hides a chatty 

Dickens-like character with a

generous grin 

documenting the days attire and 

dreaming handsomely of 

strawberry fields and sun-soaked days 

hand in hand with a whisper. 

(Random, though it seems...)

Piercing pivotal relay race,
simple equation of space and time
chaos plays free.
Seemingly random becomes the
bare minimum and the
unified roam colliding and
sanctifying the spatial tendencies.
Pretty sees happy and like magnets the multitudinous masses
deplete directly magnifying orbital alliance.
Millisecond memory,
flow seems frozen and the
waves part at the seams,
embarking to send out sensory.
Washed up to shore, escaping the
reign of the hydrogenated,
Stand upright and follow in form
to leap the spans and announce.

(Light Lingers Last)

Light lingers last,
lasciviously licking it's lips,
smacking throws, piercing eye,
finicky frothing forward, trailing
behind desertion. Lusterless,
the laws and traditions mean
nothing to the reverted.
Free wind for trial and error.


Reality elevates it's timing,
rising giants strident in a jungle of machines.
Hand held rush through hallowed halls reading
palms of the Masters.
Click-clack-tiles sing of
higher methods and legends, escape hatch
adventure into wonderland.


Expressionism exhales sentiment.
Snap-trap moments to
plasticize potential and
rectify righteous reasoning.
Flicker under ticker tape parades,
fortress in magical forest,
fast for words, and
breathless in mind.


Wind rush race to the finish,
flying fear first into
headlong heights.
Inclination to entrust Icarus,
to seek sky,
to blink and to fly.

(Runway Run Away)

runway runaway,
forethought forced
whilst the weary-eyed waste their breath
beating down the hounds.
300ppi, trim and tuck,
cork tree soliloquy
hiding the sand
slipping beneath the surface,
shoreline shifting sending you
back to the ocean floor.

Fair // Tell

Fairytale comes crashing
in on top
leaving me facedown on the pavement wondering which way is up.
Intervals of intermediate intimacy occupies the hollows and grabs hold hoping
it's all a dream.


Today is a dark day
marked by sighs, solemn streams flow forcing
open the dam.
Inclusive raps at the door sheltered from the storm and drags in the chill behind him.


Windows slam shut
suffocating the empty hallways.

On // View

"The city of right angles and tough, damaged people." Pete Hamill

images from Jadite Gallery, Dec 17, 2009, showing Rick Poston's "Intimacy and Innocence" - Nudes in Black & White Photos" in which I was a model.

Gallery info here.

(post-note: First image was published in LeNegatif Issue No. 14)

Spice // Drop

Gravitational pull towards a soft landing.

Slide rules, sorrowful sighs and disatisfied lies.

Push cart can't go.

Delicate doe in a frost bitten bound

boardwalk to swan dive.

Spice drop soliloquy

covered bridges and catapults.

(The Fog)

Obnubilation as the synapses cease fire 

Grey eyed and soggysloppy.

Water soluable slide to

someplace remote enough to

hide the echo.

Considerate deliberation sings her song,

not contrite admiration.

Seconds and thirds,

pushes and pulled through the kaleidoscope.
Fractal forgery, trapped lemmings on cliffs.

Seaside dive seems so sweet but for the breath of air

stolen at the pause to commit.


The man with the baby skin

weave a lie so deep

oceans cease to

drain the sands from the vision.

He tell you ya gonna be a star and then

sinks and slays your spirit so sweet

seeking not to supply the sickness with the solemness.


Big mouth secret sickness say over and over how ya gonna be somebody but...

Neighboring // Titles

random books. random place. notsorandom. Nothing is as random as it seems....

Long // Run

Local train; long run.

Slippery slope disappear

near the weeping willows.

Sleeping inside the riverside rowboat.

Hide and seek speak to me in

worried whispers the world waits for

her savior.

The box said no one else can leave.

Backwards seat sing along

Beautiful blunders, force fed fall

over the edge into predictable plummet

Surreptitious sunshine slips in and blushes

when reproached by the

horde of lumen-starved insignificants.

Lining the shores seeking the rain

we hunt and peck and

rabble rabble rabble.

Follow through the open door

check out and slip away

Reanimate to escape the elastic people

Vocal chords tied to tongue and grasping for goodness.

(Mountain Song)

Dazed dozing eyes wide open
Free fall foliage
Iron giants stride and stretch their
Life lines under the
cool breath of god.
Listening to the notes, searching for
Synapse fire. Something
Recognizable or relate-able .... or
Responsive
Carefully bursting the bubbles of
Captured concern
Disassembling during delicate dissection
Rummage through rumor and ruin.
Stagnation supplements stoical solution.

Scattered // Pillars

( Sit. Stay. Go. )

*

Systematic reclamation of the

Pieces of me that you left for the dogs.

Shuffle scuffle and relay race.

Let's all chase our tails, sit and stay.

  **

A Rustle of leaves kisses our faces as we run rampant thru Hill and Dale spilling our pails over far yonder ya-yas. Sunlight steaks in out hair giving golden glow, a forbidden familiar force. She is a star that we chase in vain, always sinking below the linear finale. Lost to wander amongst the lesser-knowns and our dear aloof sultana. Scruples and seances supplement the distance, leaves all wanton and wretched in the place of a solid sentient.

 ***

Slip away silently sweet gypsy; they call you back amongst the vagabonds. Climatic catalysm orchestrated by unbounding charm- break the bonds of belonging and escape the tree. 

Closer to the sky but farther is the fall.

Black // Dahlia

Boredom is not becoming

even as the 

frenetic foes topple and twist 

inside sighs and solitude. 

Hurtle hastily towards the high noon. 

Spiral out and settle into the 

sterile sublimation.

(feat. Candace Nirvana)

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Vicious // Cycle

Sticky sublimation twisted trust twists security southbound. Take a dive to stay alive and associate with isolation. Run rabbit run. Reality reeks of reunions and regret. Rebound to write it out. Force out the facts and face frightening foe. Escape can't come soon enough. Sooner to be selective than reflective of errors and passed judgments. Suicide seems to sanctify those that reiterate resignation, but in turn burns the bridges from the benign.  Step aside and stop martyring the dead. Mysticism and melancholy meets moral methods and sends the sacred to speak of silent specifications.


Running out of the pathetic patience which has replaced furtive fortitude. Eidetic elegies of erratic behavior has burned a hole in an otherwise hopeful heart. Fear is a fortress whose moat knows no bounds, and the fearless have no map by which to navigate. Once inside all visible vitality is eradicated in order to proliferate the feeble faults of fertility.


Stitches simplify sentiment from whence wicked worries wake sleepy dragons. Moonlight masks waterfalls on faces so that forward motion can follow selective stills. Stuck on staccato. Spit your haughty high hopes on salted surface and see what grows. Fallacy fakes legitimacy. Shifting story lines show selective memory in your favor. Forces fallout to satisfy some security-seeking need. Thirsty for thoughtful recognition of reality. Rumble in guts glorifies the sacrifice, feeding of futile forethought. No determination to stay awake for the feast. Flood rush of released penance from postponed persecution of separation.

(Mouth Like a Machine Gun)

Mouth like a machine gun, heart like a hand grenade. Light brigade seeking solution sends the search dogs to sniff out their prey. Hooves pounding the ground hardened of the sacrificial lamb, storming like thunder through the fields, nostrils flaring swallowing the steam of perspiration.

Seek ye like hounds, like thieves, like the monsters of folklore and fairytale alike. Pushing the throe of discrepancy to the sea and forcing it into the cauldron to sink with the leaves. Mists and magic and things like miracles to run to and rescue the oddities; With pen as thy sword seek to alleviate the agony against the seldom seen sideshow.

Heed the country, heed the morality of monstrous capacity, the lemming like cliff dive from the rocks of humanity. Rush the rest of us through frivolity into the dangerous degradation of sympathy.

 

Secret // Liason

 

Shocked to see me, she looked lovely in that red coat. It's like time and space stopped for her; ghosts walked by her side, and her angels fled in cackles and screams. This is every-man's land, this city; it belongs to us all, yet at the same time none of us.  The same solid grid dissipates into the river with only the skeletal remains of our ancestors strapped up in cables to lead the way to the ocean. It'd been a long time, little red riding hood, but in this city apparitions are inherent, with the water walls, there is no escape.

Every // Corner