displaced again from the dais
by the murk of hollow monotony,
out of step with the rhythm of the earth,
severed from the underground wire connecting all to all,
the locked groove repeats.
the clock reads 4:16am, buried in ice
six inches out of reach.
alone i lurch toward nowhere, a solipsistic spark
too dampened to ignite into a flame.
and from the muggy dark, there’s no retreat –
only counting down the hours
til i’m absolved of experience
before the broken needle drops,
the record plays again,
each time a little more degraded than the last.

drawn like a moth to fire T.V.
an earthly voyeur, i play with myself
getting off on life
sensing, being, glowing, finally, ejaculating
onto the forest floor - auto-cumplay.
a spark has pulsated,
the Earth has gained an orgasm.
this is a cause for celebration!

sipping yesterday's cowboy coffee,
sore and spiderbitten,
drenched in each other’s sweat,
we’re dignified, cageless, finally fiery
in pursuit of maximum fun for everyone
rocks off, ascending downwards to the earth
agency exploding in all directions.
this is a cause for celebration!



(thx sophie :)

we are drawn from the same anomalous color
erupting from the depths of the breathing & seething earth.
do you sense something salacious looming in the ether?
let's breathe it in, and unfold something aberrant
let's deviate, amorate, elaborate,
and make new shapes
which transgress the rigid taxonomy -
let us become undefined, imaginary, not a number, not applicable, monotremic, paradoxic, plutonic,

let’s grow a world together
a misfit mosaic of fractalline honeycombs
bound together by the sweetness & light
radiating in the endless inky night
wispy sparks like fireflies, in a frenzied dance - 
a corybantic constellation
blossoming with immanent elation
a chorus singing nothingness’ negation

you aroused me from my entrenched slumber
with your voltaic dark teal orgiastic edification
and for the first time,
my soul entered my body
and i saw my surroundings,
felt the wet grass beneath me, a nude form
synchronized with the rhythm of life,
and our particles kissed in a prismatic nuclear fusion,
miraculous sparks propelled outwards in every direction.

alone here you lay
waiting for arbor day
whisked here by the improvident winds,
ensconced in the midst of gray desolation,
gelid dust in all directions -
you, an inward, dormant, hidden, synclastic beauty.
no trace of moisture or nourishment on the horizon,
the sun does not shine upon this land;
nothing else lives here.
but when matter aligns,
and the gloom falters briefly,
should you catch the ray of light as it breaks through,
your time will come -
and the wind,
the same one which brought you here,
the capricious will of the universe,
will catch you in her stochastic tempest
and carry you away once again,
this time, perhaps, to the subterranean oasis
where beauty goes to manifest
and desire comes to flourish,
and love can be received -
and after an odyssey of despondency,
the conditions for your growth will be ripe,
and your explosion into a palatial tree
with kaleidoscopic limbs and leaves
reaching toward infinity
alive, alluring, lustful, and free
will come to pass - inevitably.

an urban nest drenched in nauseating smog,
suffocated by wires and synthetic miasma,
filled with the cacophony
of myriad machines and piercing sirens;
in the totalitarian towers
there is no self left to speak of.
you may search for one buried
in the endless boxes of forms and documents,
but all you will find inside
is the rotting corpse of an unhatched embryo
expressionless
breathless
no spark
dead.

manifesting the implicit
in the ever striving of matter
towards more lovely forms
enchants all things
eviscerates all hate
and defies oblivion
the material is not sterile
the void is a breeding ground
for life

acorn on the sidewalk,
use your little legs
and join me in the soil.
you’re stronger than you think —
don’t just decay on the concrete
when you can become a towering tree
more sacred and majestic
than anything you’ve read about
in your books.
acorn on the sidewalk,
render all your pleasures transgressive,
come join me in the soil,
and let us become beautiful together.
you are alive.
start acting like it.

one day i forgot how to imagine,
so i went outside for a walk.
it was dark out, and
i began my aimless foray:
i could see every crack and scuff on the sidewalks
and the walls of grimy buildings,
and all the broken glass,
and every piece of trash
adorning the urban wasteland,
plastic bags and cigarette butts and steel reserves
from the dejected souls of the midnight.
a night in streets deserted, drab in sleep;
in the desultory stroll, i felt contaminated,
solitary, gray, in fallen grace.
it seemed the world around me was drained
of anything resembling life, or affection,
mechanical, sickly, dirty and decaying.
for hours I did nothing but float
through the depraved maze of the city avenues,
haunted by my complicity in this horror
waiting for sleep to rapture me.