seeing myths in the sky

black drops
of energy falling from
the ceiling
at a curve.

shocks of light
reflected off glass
and shaking

going forth and return

colour mixed and
colour unsettled.

the ethereal blood stream
tiny particles streaming by
golden through; silver glistening.

black drops of energy
falling still

snipt from longer journal piece

...hanging calculated
that my mind and its bone
drop below surface
consumed only completely
by water.

(when I get poetic I understand
the buddha. it's really just the fault
of words--but,
who knows what those people are like,
smoking cigarettes as if they were
the rest of us)

funny note from '10

I'm not sure, 2 am? I've been
up since dawn and I've art fagged,
drug dealt, and drunk.

I came home locked outta my own bedroom
my roommate fucking some
junk
and I left in hyper-irritantism:

This is the Quest.

thoughts from different pages

There are two everywhere on earth
because we separate from ourselves
to be born here.

And when this earth was a rock
of chilling lead and magma
it worshiped god better
then we do now.

There is never only one
dynamic beginning.

of

between our thoughts there is what?
there is no body at our lay
and I wonder
how much more
or less I'd have of you
had I been
on your flesh
instead of
in your thoughts-

A pause

If I could have one temprement
which would it be?

The sea.

In calling light
what tone should I keep?

Clear.

What's between a thought
and the tongue?

I ask,

when you come to my bed
unlearn all
you know of sleep and sex.

I do not want the body adapted
to the pillows of your past.

A barren you.

In my calculated prudence
I'll meet you in electric desolation.

comedown slow, easy

i ask her seriously: life is good,

right?

that we can only tolerate love poetry

when we're in love.