Of Transport And Frameworks

Eyeballs stirred up by hounds unrecognizable through the mist. They watch from all sides as I move. Out of the void, sustained by frozen winds forcing me upright. Plodding on in worn soles and worn clothes and worn expressions. Hallucinated fires great distances away dance brighter than stars and yet light years further away. Each step sinking further in the coagulate dirt, chopped off at the ankles, the shins, the knees. One thought on my mind. One solitary concept. Get through this.

The Big Tincture

The very next time. The future closed in. The sterile soundlessness of it all.
The sudden attention to detail. The manufactured fortune. Saccharine and burnt.
The realization that one will forever bear a new mark can be too much to take.

Surprise Rifts

Water painted canvas runs leaving scars of ideas behinds. Nothing materializes as intended. There are blots where there should be faces. Frowns conquer studied smiles. Lost time and drowned mind shall never again meet, and I might just have said something that I did not mean.

Let The Games Benign

Work has ended, and now the vacation begins.

Walk The Path, Sir

The singsong of unknown birds overhead is deafening now. Compass broken, society distanced, one can truly begin to contemplate all those unknowns running laps around a short cerebral track. Rest here, imbibe, enjoy the sunlight and the trickle of water moving downstream. Let the bird calls and squawks reach target ears. Be content to sit here and sort it all out. That’s why you’re here now, no?

S-Curves And U-Turns

Warm autumn sun high above. Widowed windows lose connections and disappear. Each color an untapped dream reforming as it is passed, like corpses given new life awakening in a flash. No nails driven into feet to keep me in place. There is something here I am hoping to find. I’ll never say what.

Taxi

Crescent moon in oceanic blue sky, why have I traveled so far to meet you? I already sense the length of this trip. I await the transformation of your new repose to what you were in days of old. The lights are so bright here they destroy the night, so squint and tell me if you can still see me.

Dumb Plumbing Numbness

You are dripping water, broken sink. Tell me about your fall, the force of the impact and the complete decimation of everything. A film reel a runaway train out of control. Goodbye pictures and sound. Pogo notes between ears. Red desert sand caked to skin. They dragged you back here against your will, you know. Kicking, screaming, “I hate this disease.”

Later Than It Was When It Started

Cannot erase what I have seen. Each day is one that will inevitably degrade and decay the quality of my memory. Each night is one that will be open for us to create new images of intimacy and testaments to our love. Each affirmation of your affection will slay the terrible thoughts from the rotten recesses of my brain. I hope. I hope I am strong enough to cast those vile visions from my mind, to ensure their extinction, to quash them from history. Cannot erase what I have seen, but I will try.

Swimk or Sin

We are staying afloat, you know. We are alive. Each breath tastes fresh. We are alive. Each moment is submerged like feverish skin on a scalding summer afternoon into the cool abyss of non-thought. We no longer require words to get there. Only fleeting glimpses and series of blinks. So, what do you think?