PetrichorI walk without an errand for the mind.Petrichor by thetaoofchaos
I must be homeless.
Neighboring enclaves separate our spaces,
belie their builders’ mirthless exhaustion.
Not even necessity can be blamed
for these mud-struck, brittle gourds,
these quick nests of vasculous organs
pulsing with their peculiar tyrannies,
briefly scuttling from their hovels
like sun refugees
darting into gleaming storefronts
waffled in concrete misery
all to forestall the end of their souls.
Where can we go when we only want to breathe?
Sitting in a park bench,
trillion-visioned, crowned with galaxies,
I can rest my weary invention.
I sense the weight of an unseen player,
a secret stratagem
as she moves her piece into the glade.
I’m set in place, yet unopposed.
Uncombined with lovers, children,
the slow parade of trees and heat,
I lay beside these stalwarts,
at once, still and hurtling
throughout the travesty of time.
I assemble a cumulus intelligence
near the playground,
threatening Summer with three days
The Treegods of Hillsboro Laugh in Their SleepThe Treegods of Hillsboro Laugh in Their Sleep by thetaoofchaos
if i hadn't had the drunk luck to meet youi’d have married every bedside witch from here to east dallasif i hadn't had the drunk luck to meet you by thetaoofchaos
i’d have glistened like a worm to their mescaline psalms
i’d have mired in sinuous wineskin, repentant spectra
i’d Om along in cooing groups, babble with freethinkers
all my endeavors would be gas station derelicts
all of my wrongs would be quasi-continuous
even the over-sought moon would protest
and i wouldn’t recognize one half of the universe
economyIt is enougheconomy by thetaoofchaos
when workers douse their fires at 5
and empty the machine for night
that I am here, alone
to steer the fickle weathervane
into the proper wind drift,
when Siamese disdain
older than three houses
piles her caramel refrain
into my lap to die
that I will feed her warmth to bones,
when we meet ourselves for dinner
flexions of four energies
briefly pooling into mandalas
that I do trace your after-glowings
before you leave this atmosphere.
It’s more than I will ever want.
Fresh StartA lifetime ago, it seems by now,Fresh Start by AlecBell
when I moved my life into these rooms.
So much have I lived in the last ten years
that recollection of other times and spaces
whose branches spread
beyond the window, was
winter bare, the apartment
full of emptiness from which
the traces of another's life
had been completely purged,
few hints remaining beyond
the ghostly perfumes that
lingered near the turning
in the stair.
The air still sharp in the morning
with the frosts of early spring, winter's
curfew, every evening, still in place.
The night arrived too soon. I found
only memory and forgetting to keep me company,
as, unaccustomed to solitude, I conversed
TransfigurationIn this enwrapped momentTransfiguration by AlecBell
a merged identity has come to be.
Our physical embrace unites
disparate moments in time and space
as our two histories fuse, as memory
and desire create a conflagration
that consumes all accidental
circumstance. We have become
our own singularity.
Nowhere Near ManhattanFour elements, or two substances? Or Einstein's mutable one. As his celebrated equations show, energy and mass are nothing but contrary modes. Mass transforms into energy, mass that can be no more than light's condensation, energy crushed by the gravity at the burning heart of stars.Nowhere Near Manhattan by AlecBell
Now men, intrepid in their folly, are able to create, for the duration of the final blinking of an eye, a moment of ultimate destruction. Whole cities vaporised, whole populations erased as though they had never been.
No one can say that men have abrogated to themselves powers once reserved for entities that were probably never more than imagined demons. Not one of the inventors suffered the cruelties visited on the earliest thieves to steal fire from the gods.
Fire! The energy
of spirit, consuming all
BenightedI was born in the house of death,Benighted by AlecBell
I fought for my existence as my mother died.
The midwife rescued me. She claimed me
as salvage from the wreck.
I struggled to breathe the impoverished air,
desperate to survive. Spectral beings
gathered round my cradle as I slept.
She who tended me, who helped me live,
kept all their toxic curses at bay.
Though I hardly thrived, I did adapt
to the bitter milk extracted from her
shrivelled breast. My innocence
protected me. The scorpion's sting,
the incurable bite of fate, was wrapped
in an implacable future. The seeds
of destiny began to germinate.
I was born of the devil's spawn,
she told me, the man who planted me
had robbed my helpless mother of life.
As I slumbered though the hours
of stagnant heat, dreams of forgetfulness
blurred the shapes of his designs.
Median Marathon Pt. 581. turned downMedian Marathon Pt. 5 by PrettyCrazy
he said no
lonely night again
drowning in ocean
he is not yet home
i am worth nothing
85. i tried...
an attempt in vain
cold bed on his side
for those who can wait
can that be repaired?
once, he cared
for my happiness
90. good dog
i sit up
and wait to be pet
my place in his life
he breaks me
a piece at a time
93. change needed
i am not
what he wants me to
94. once upon a time
we made love
we no longer do
95. cinderella waiting
had something to do
noone kisses me
you point at my heart
a few words
break bonds and build walls
Lesser Angels IIThey never fall completelyLesser Angels II by LadyCrimson
They learned this trick
From those more weak,
From lesser angels
who fell too low to tell, too low to see,
too far, too deep, they tripped and fell
and broke discretely
... the sound would never reach our plane...
So, now, they jump themselves
but spread their wings
before they fall completely;
They still remain divine.
Lesser angels still
but not as less as those before them.
And with disdain, they shout Infinity at us,
our archetypes who call us aurochs,
But let them shout in their descent
in their intent to dominate.
We may be cattle, but we are many
and steady as they are,
they still might trip and fall
But this time, they won't break discretely,
we'll crush their bones as toll
And sew their mouths till they can't shout
... and then the night might speak
to those who were more weak:
"Your brothers fell with lesser grace,
But even they will
soul 15XV. light soulsoul 15 by Ghrey
ragged old bones
young skin and
hold all together;
fall out manners
of a cold touch on nose and slow
smile, mists by eyes,
the winter's way that
these the cycles,
makes worry grow but
'til they don't
creak too much longer
unafraid of tomorrow,
instead of night's step
still dining quiet
and fervent at
wide-eyed, hungry, sampling,
to never get to the middle:
essential meaning and mythical
that stands above 11:58,
ears resound then with morning
that watched one get acquainted;
newness sinks in the breath pushed
quick like sand for a
sits above waves,
tide comes in
and shows itself
'this is what I am'
with a grin
|my favorite dA poetry|
.today i am a worn-out suit,
my buttons bursting from their tethers
and the careful seams pulled
just a bit too tight.
a watchful eye might see the crooked hemlines,
the dangling threads that tickle at my wrists,
the fraying lining that pulls loose across my shoulders.
but all they see is black lines crisp on white,
and not the rolling echo in my cluttered briefcase.
Moth FlurryMoths flurry like snow
around a flickering streetlamp
in the middle of nowhere.
#bfe2eeclouds lie back
in weariness after
a long trek across
on the way home,
a stationary train
chugs out the human equivalent.
-if only this cardboard box could fly
( into the river, i left too many
unfinished things in the backyard
in the shack, the glutting mouth can't
steal me yet )
a visitationthere again,
in luminescent boas,
like any other
flies over a future corpse
(& everything's been said about
smoking so they smoke;
not like 'us' (moai-nosed,
grin/intent of a jackal)
theirs are the
left scattered after
there again, damned
elegance of the neurotic: insomnia & fever,
HaikuStars on the ceiling
And hell upon the floorboards;
Never love the walls
Each Nerve and Atomhow many eyes
adorn that face
within its sunken
mouth and throat
its still tongue
teeth and bones
each nerve and atom
an eye, looking
for the face of god
so that the end
having already happened
can materialize peacefully
Day Twelve Napo2014you taste like a cavity
bubblegum scented hole–-
of regret & electricity
(prevention, I’m told, is key)
And so I said to you:
let me pick–-
and so you widened.
I Set My Shadow LooseI set my shadow loose
the dreary warmth
leaving the touch
to find a new specter.
I find her crying
on a highway overpass
she sees me eat a secret
I spit the lies in her face
“Go away!” I say.
The water below
walks ahead of me
with pocket holes
something will drag us
For now, I keep
the great poets
of this body
no longer bound.