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Sketches of Style
Experimental Writing and Manuscript Art by Rusty Kjarvik
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On the Artwork
The freedom of empty space is the root of all creative inspiration. The digital artwork
exhibits first-draft handwritten poetry manuscripts. The pages are placed in triangular
formats, as oblong shapes, so empty space left in the overlapping patterns of placement.
This aesthetic emphasizes how style is a condition of emptiness, also understood asformlessness or the open-endedness aspect in expression, also Sketches of Style.
Sketches of Style as a philosophy of creation is further pronounced where the action
painting is done to reflect a kind of stop-motion photography. Whereas for example in
improvisational painting or drawing, a line or brush stroke is imprinted with continuity,
the blotter/drip action paint necessitates a kind of stop-motion effect, where each
stroke/line requires a multitude of impressions almost resembling a kind of proto-
pointillism. The perpetuity of spontaneous creativity is embedded within this mode of
expression as any other, for to hold the mind in a state without any preconception is the
goal, the source and the way.
Within the content of the image itself, a self-purported crossbreeding of a kind of free
painting with freewriting, the sketches of style are the individual leaves or pages on
which the writing and art coagulate into a whole expression, i.e. the experimental writing
collection entitled, Sketches of Style.
In the image, the pages float as if upon an open sea, where its wavering surface may bend
and distort each page, blurring the paint and stretching the fabric. The water itself
represents the practice of stream-of-consciousness poetics, which underlies every
expression. The reflection of the burning sun in the water instills in the consciousness,
whether it is the spontaneous creativity of the writer or the interpretive ingenuity of the
reader, a burning clarity, which exists at the edge of being obscured by the Sketches ofStyle manuscripts, or even unto greater obscurity outside of the image entirely. Yet, the
suns reflection inevitably shines through, as visible as an intense ball of hot fire, situated
under everything to further emphasize its importance as the necessary opposite of water.
Are the leaves, which make up Sketches of Style, on the water, oron the reflection of
the sun, ready to be scattered in the wind of a cloudless sky?
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Visions of Outer Conflict
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1st Independence
for the Diaspora
An irony to amuse
This, my, and our patchwork of brainsTo walk, or march
Perfectly balanced in dress
With the polluted eye of an urban observer
Taking in sidewalk trash as the stuff of inspiration
Enduring base feeling
A diversion from breast-fed born legs
Awkwardly striding over to beer belly friends
Nude, in style with whitewashed sneers
In the backwater morningOf a deeply Southern dry comedy
In one outlandish, unruly day
Simultaneously, all vibrations still
Skeletal ghosts, ravaging the blank canvas of history
With painted cries
In the evil fornication on a wine-lush express
Down each and every late Saturday street
Dead with incestuous chores
In popularized & Westernized dreaming
Gone, gently in the summer prairie heat
Dealing prostitutions cape
To starving Italian businessmen
From every pocket dived into and craved
As the Chadian eye-dotted gypsy
& Celt white lady brews a voice
Beautifying the monoxide curse
Of the modern air, from her belted chords
Taking monies from the swooning wheelchair
Tempting a gaze into the swollen core
A feminine race, feeling angry and forlorn
With a whole range of active choice
Under one hat, laughing cruelly at tradition
Erasing the blessed nation of the Southern Blacks
Who migrate to Cowtown to shed war
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And transcend the western edge of Sudan
Cutting into the flesh of its firstborn Muslim brothers
In Darfur pleading for no more religion
And no more war
Succeeded by the newest nation on Earth todayTo receive billions more in lies and stolen gold
From their prophetic English brothers
Breeding a kindred sisterhood
In the tall, and greatly embodied community of passionate grace
In todays great human victory against the undead tyranny
Behind eyes of such genocidal trash
As Khartoums infamous leaderNow leading the world in diplomatic respect from their East African wives
Charging, as yet un-waylaid by the rash & mundane international war
Cyclical pain follows in succession
To unchain confederates, bothered
From American poverty
Filling the sobbing eyes of migrants, sacrificed
To a brutalized ending, motherless & lost
The ending and beginning now unite
In one great cry of Independence
Won alas, to pray for no more useless dying
And give over our best heart to the soil that birthed our human pride
A simple urge
To find a space where fighting is replaced with celebration
And the inhumane is replaced with Love
And the displaced find their homes on Earth as one common being
Struggling together
Calgary, AB. July 9, 2011
South Sudans local community celebrates in the Chinese Culture Center, beating
traditional drums, wearing traditional clothing, wrapped in the new flag
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Age of Fire
A burning world
Spun with awe and worshipped beyond death
The spiritual recluseOn a steep decline
Passing without Failure
Churning with Thirst
& Separated
from life
A gown-sunken monstrosityThat all of a sudden, apparent, becomes wealthy
With the storm-wrought ageless tomb of rush hour
Along Centre Street and Trans-Canada
Lines betray the trans-queerness parade
Launching anti-masculine dress
Into the strange faade of a car window
Faking actual dismay on the way home
After a delicate bite
Onto thankful trickery
The bold and forthcoming
Arm the lackadaisical whimsy
Teaching oceans to rise
With mundane maturity, to grope
At the pantomime hour, talking in fashionable curses
Murdering tradition through freedom, choice and youth movements
Of peace in America
Lonely sorrow, an afterthought
To the forsaken moment
Holding onto the bloodied mother
Begging for forgiveness
From a colonizing surgeon masked with local wisdom
Touching skin like it were stone
Seeking retreat
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We march into timeless glances
Betwixt cloud-forged eyes
Carefully woven
In the imagined laughter of a small-town god
Unified under the banner of fearThe hovering eye of awakening
Claims desertion from community
Through normalized individuality
A morbid stock, fed on putrid waste
Building blind, subconscious reckoning
Among modern, industrial humanity
Dignified ecology, bound to vocal slavery
And victimized vocabularies, unlearning class
Gymnastic hole of irreparable visions, of differenceSighting wronged children who stutter with untouched minds
Pandering to the quick divorce of darkness
From a vibrations gloom-full heightsIn sanity, the tongue roams
Pure expression finds disbelief
In utter timing and gross decay
Frail bodiless humor, shrug off libido!
From wine-glass huts of the Eastern wilderness
Seeds and nourishment forgotten!
Strangled by headlights and nasty misdirection
In the European heart
Grown cold by winters stolen from lives
Mad with common trust
For the double-faced, equal-armed cross
Becoming personified
A transmission from moonwalk stirrings
Popular magic and night blazes with an unidentified love
Looking back, and forward
Once a simultaneous confidence
In the average soul
Sunk
Napping away in the sweet golden noon
The wretched mental worm
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Whose salted eyes burn the world in fantasy
Aging as maturely as a righteous kill
Tasting drops of infinity in the skys holy whisper
The rising Actor mocks Gaias blessing
Knowing that Her smoke blows sure as the currents luringUniting the first & finalBleeding aurora
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Blakean Consciousness on a Rainy Day
thro tiny chinks in his cavern
And the Blakean consciousness bleeds on
throughout historys alive pagesand I, 24, without dishwasherin heavy sky of the unusual day
consecutive rain
and a single window,
out from the cavernous city-dwelling page
into a corridor
a bound perception
thro metal bars forgiving the balcony heightto molded vegetable juice
and the tears of higher neighbors
formed as the litter of bare livinga recycled bicycle
and out beyond through the thinly apparent walls of Chinatown
broken alleyway light
a perspective insight
from my Judy of mothers in Peru
and an orange
this day
tasteless
breaking as styrofoam
between bloodied teeth
and my reddened lips
taste stomach in the nervous dark
looking out into the scented air, pungent
with an all-encasing human night
peering steadily to see the weary raincoats
and automobile phantoms
pressing on into the hard-packed moisture of regularity
and behind a vehicle, motionless
a single trees risen purpose touchesthe first windows of a parallel residence
and immediately at the beginning to green goodness
amid the forlorn grays and subdued reds
and awful greens and flushed yellows
an English sign reads
LD WAR
incomplete lettering foreshadows
the re-emergent world ploy
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blanket of war over the marketplace of western
eyes
(to westernize with western eyes)
breaking ice out over their green windowedhomes
whose life rings clear
in the tasteful wind
bringing cold and rain
with true knowledge of her leaving
the door closes behind you twice
without word
in absolute Love
a vacuous throat
shaped by the corridors walkedand now stared through
sitting in the awesome lesson of the moments own home
a dream over 10 years
that this cave is positioned to open towards a passage
ones only point of departure
and perceptual environment is no more or less than passage
whether through the mixed celebration
of alcohol and music
in Iquitos jungle vibrancy
on the neon drug night
ofAmericas wandering lifewhose footsteps perambulate
an obvious clarity
to heed the passage
and await patiently
the end
of world war
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Bless the failed pilgrim's march
Long-backed stallion
Over the cherry facade
Rue, rue, rue
The coarse lounging
Of a few roasted pains
Goes pattering into the drizzling dawn
A thrust into human light
Grayed visions staring back
Into the Midwestern summer heat
Not buffered by oceans nor thick pine slopes
Green in their majesty
Serving as buttresses to the far and awake
Boiled threat of another animals blood
Given over to the insect mind
A natural reason, the rational cycle
Filling 0s with my precious undevoured anchor
That holds human bread to the sand of the unfed
Screaming over shopping carts, cringing with nicotine blinks
And steroid seed fermentation now changed
Into the lame scrap of gold mundane drink
And the rousing nerves kersplat over sickly telephone-ringed necks
The deceased psychedelic poor
Shakedown their over-killed jam-lock core to the max
Over breakfast beef and cold feet
Ruined men and women whose hearts run dry
Like the rivers that once fed their ancestral lungs
Fill with the mythic bird
And they rise from the ashes of Hindu lore
In the European brain
A telltale crime, getting skinny in between
Wars that purposefully flood the wracked tombstone
Play to a vibrant, racist cash laugh of drenched gore
The infamous rabble sinks deep into the flesh of sanity
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Cajoled Spine-Tap
Bent twists
Been twisted
Stolen, raw
Awe molded
Cey fanto gul roat
Thursdays strange havoc, bent twisted up in a Sunday drool-faded smirk
Levitation, aroused.
Sent me to where my spine was found grated as finely as the churned butter-stone atop
the spewed rocky mist mountain foam cloud
Hovering descent
Escalations nerve-wracking, lonely murmurs murmuring
Crescent peaks dangling under bums grateful with uprooted membranous petrified and
calcified flesh
Journey to roust the kneeling mind, with the desiring missed find, to be missed by nations
feigning the patient behind swollen gum-brain awry, with skull-ache
Kinj moduls vrent speen og
Desiring missiles
Desired missing
Failing nations
Patient fang
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Natures Supernal Creation
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City Birds
Sound and space
Uttered in unity and sung with delicate brevity
Paused hummingSpread by natures blended urge in the noosphere
A breathless break in sound before
Rhythmic chirps, back and forth
A wealth of intonation
Grounded in atmospheric light
A lightness to flights simple yet still supernatural touch
Eager beckoning with sound to listen to two beaks conversing
On the holy tree of the worlds purest evening
A slight kiss with rhythmic forbearance
To journey
Beyond each figment of normalcy
To this un-forsaken now
Bringing mysterious harmony to all visiting
Beings, bodies filled with bright, sumptuous sound
Reduced to the click sharpness of a deep earth-brown wing
Hidden warm
Aside the sexual body of patient ringing
The silent space breathing
The all-thankful air into high, lone pulse
Dramatic simplicity merged in natural inward laughing
The city birds, his and her smiling, worked effortlessly
In the painstaking beauty
A wait, a wish
To hear again
The cyclic rhythms emerge, and in a never-ending share
The two give timeless treasures of spacious feeling
A resonant glory, so understated, with non-human passion
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A secret curing
Brewing twilight
In the motionless loss of our human presence
From the awaited future, yet eternal sound
In patient happiness breeds the contented need to produce
Chirps
Enticing sickness of pride to leave day and unite mind
With a grateful stare into minds ending
The play of Soft, smoothly alighting
On Chinatown brushscape branches, a tight niche strained
In the birdsong of this evenings pleasure in songDining on necessity, feeling last touches of sound space lit
Thinned into the dry air of our peoples prairie ecology
The birds, gifting the presence of song herself
With unrestrained gladness
Only felt by uniting mind, completely free of strain
Immediate, sorrowful crest, blank awe resolves confusion
Transitional towering, migration opens borders, to learn
The birdsong
Not as a receiving, but a special offering
To those birds'
Shared subconscious yearning to join our heartbeat
The Soft universe turns with creators preceding being
To create equally with our birds, and fly mentally
To the place where song lives
In emptiness
And the day is called out of existence
With perfect harmonious chirping
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Co-creative Wondering
A darkness cries
Yet not in sorrow
A mystery in laughterThe happiness of a creative spirit
A boddhisatvic being of the word
Playing on the beginning of all existent karmic drama
Invoking tempting lies instead of siddhis
In the mantric power of endless night
The catastrophic abyss closes
Leading one away from fury of day
To here and now self
Not to be taken seriously
Because the laughters source springs not from perpetual continuity and the anxiety ofits leaving but from the exaggerated tilt in nature
Towards an explosion of harmony and the anticipation within spontaneous creation
Between co-creative wondering
Fires beneath the throat, hand and breast of a reflected sky
Inside the single-eyed, whose perfect clock chimed roughly over the groundless
Patience, dusting off wine bottles
Into Californian eternity
In the velvet sand of modern travel
Where plentiful habit strikes a resonant chord
With an entranced mine-shaft torch
Fuming artificial smoke & wires
Beyond the reverberating seed
A core
Growing, multiplied with every intonation
Every rhymed love from the harmonized instrument and voice
The elderly, carrying an ancient lyre
Pursuing only deaths elegant face on the edge of the funeral pyre to Rome herself
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Fleeing from another meaningless war
Taught from before prehistory in the sad and diligent minds
Of branded sophistry
Scratched into the skulls
Beholding the gods own mastery
A telltale signal to forward march into the Platonic mold
The idealistic round elegized by madmen before indulgent crowds
A folklore, pained to vulgarity in the thick mire
Soaked with herbal grime
That dream-forsaken wine of the ancients, pours
Sending women to mind thankless lawIn the first civil war before nationhood or tragic mores
The fallacy in and out of sight
Instantaneous with thoroughly flushed wives, fanning themselves awake
As the flies descend and drink their salivating gore-fest tirades
The Queendom, saved by the ranting duration of a minor apocalypse
When all the rest of the world lies in tears
Shaken only by worldwide fame
A pirated fate
Growing hot for the mint-threshed avenues on delicate shores
The landlocked prize
Fumbling for monies, soaps and real names, clothed as such
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Contemplations Itch
One frustrated exertion
Multiplied and condensed exponentially
In the wild post-traumatic dirge
Falling as a failed lilting feather from a broken wing
Clinging to the unforgiving cold, mechanical dawn
Still dreaming an entire civilization
And how illusory, how ultimately disillusioned I am by my youth
Drained of all wicked savagery and raw earth
Into a vegetable gladness
Thawing next to a lone rock
Cracked by a lightning strike from the changeless ice age broth of sky
Almost infinitely long ago, and now rinsed, overly purified by the fresh rains
Curing all death with belligerent praise
The realization
One great knowing
Fathers and mothers in my cultural upbringing
The writers, artists and musicians
Spouting intelligent insanity
From within forms called the book, record, image
All a lie before the transcendent spontaneity of creation, newfound inspiration
To be and do what feels harmonious and complete
In the movement of the one shared moment
Enough to convey how truth doesnt move in the lightning tunnel of body and instrument
In the act, in the embrace
Magic intercourse
In the pale rainbow womb
Giving sight and direction to what is new
The random play moving
As the indoor insect climbs silently on
The human
Finger-pointing to stars and storm clouds
Washing away mud with a healing presence
A profound humbling that presents power and at once feigns innocence
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In departing from all with humility
Yet a fearless flesh-traded mastery over the air
Stares eyeless into the stoned intuitive rendering
Who disappeared at once
Though frozen at the footstep curiosityWithin each contemplations itch
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empty Blown mind
towed current
pulled slow
drifts away
hand
fingers following new lines
a purveyance through wood and metal
traced rhythmically
moving away
from papers raw form
touching the soft grain of a graphite pen
the resonant breath
cold and worn thoughtstrained to perfect the blue must of why
expressed through thick unworn time
virgin thorn brush
frame lilting strong above
of artistic madness & the careless face
in the jokesters foam and rust
upbringing up mathematical ladder-works
pierced with a sorry and frayed built-in lung
the pulse breaking off the tops of widows peak waves
blushing high over the coastal horizon
a piercing thought
that boiled in the minds own brain
an intuitive question
with an answer as certain as death in the next step
and raised thoughtless to the thickening deep
an abysmal pace precedes the broken wife
staring fast beyond the wild break
forcing herself to see Love
break
over the celestial mast
and its foreign page
burned as it were
by the sons inglorious risen haze
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casting tears into a bewildered day
drying the dew-frosted snout of a log cabin deer
faintly seen through the savage brush
formed out of clear beaming space
in a seconds timeless gestureupwards from the leafpoking sure from soils infamous grasp
human souls prying with sheer might
& the imaginative will of the heavens
to escape from the tomb
a living corpse
bruised and swollen with light
& the golden icicle flesh of a new species
needing to supersede mans greatest guess
throughout historythat the timeless prevails
archaic wisdom thrives
in rocks inflamed
with the only sacred ardor
stabilizing our footstep ground
over the inner turnings
of a worshipped Earth
whose center remains
an unresolved cleft
in the rights
and passionate longing
given to a miracle
lying between animal disease
and human sex
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Epic of Intention
An epic
of intention
a bruised nation
and the stir-crazy politystruggling
with the sad gift
of only one humanity
a shipwreck beauty
gleaming with the light of the ancients
over star-crossed paths
circulating through the veins
of an unbroken galaxial unity
evolving beyond one heartbeat to the infiniteblending of colorful awe
in the transitional beings destiny
as wormhole wanderer
gravitating to forays beyond
mathematical songsmiths
tumbling through a silent and raw body
worn as the great final fruit of death
awaiting all mouths, breathless with unending youth
as an eternal child yogi
and his lovely consort
immortality
gifting full wombs to the bored, seamless minds
whose ruthless energy digs graves in the margins of Earth and Time
to scold the adult of work, spinning above
neck-tipped wheels edging naively on the backs of extinction
Buffalo Confederacy of the western mage
playing tricks on white society beneath a rainbow cloak
bundling rain and the boom of truth
in our drums not-forgotten flower mask,
straying now from pleasure and hate
in the unborn seat of quiet yearning
with English tongues of grotesque neighborly wick
suffocated and pouring
over the tea-stained talk of elder medicine
healing beyond death
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as a mixed feeling craves glory in the sightless maw
rolling faintly over the horizon
a mare, steering past the lonesome
the thread of a single hair
holding urban night from certain decay in a sustained note of hopeless beautygone cold and frozen under the alcohol cement of addiction
as a mold breaking the skin of the young
and carving faces of flesh
into stone archetypes praying to the dark clouds
to divert the streaming pull of inestimable worth in our futures undeserved past
traced with the guiding fire
burning hands and brains in a blond-black caffeinated will
changing emotional tones, over-the-hill
aged without time and finding escape an answer
through which to convene with innocent simplicity
knowledge in space
as verbal structure
passes beyond inert caution
to a stimulated dream-law
intelligent yet nude
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Epistrophic Misdirection
for the children of the BiblioBurro
the apparent flood of a bleeding anorexic paradisedrowned in the furtive beckoning
towards malformed reasoningmy Anglo-eyed drugrushing forth into the magi ofatheistic awethe lawless prism of deep endless failuregone astray in the fatalistscatastrophic underpinningsduring midnight conversationunplugged and unheeded
liesbraved thoughtless in the shell-cored frequencybeyond sea shores wired to
suburban light-maresfeeling an uprising in the wide-tongued mornthe lonelybushgorged of atrophied unrestand the lanky bridge between home and the blessed
gong show lifeawry atop escalating pine needle teaspine tinglinggreed between
sips and ecliptic enjoyment in the raw anguisha rough fortunebeyond the gory
aftermath of loveransomed jungles breed aphrodisiacal wonder in a donkeys emergentand effulgent touch within the heart of a reading childhearing the pains of their
ancestors in the black print faade of their enduring mindsa helpless urge to forsake the
painless trees shade and reason with the governmental storage of thought on firetobring peace to the unwelcoming hoards armed with scales and the sheer brevity of a
reptilian dystopia
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find Inspiration!
Broken gourd
Misinformation
Cracked on the headless spine of an open carcass
Breeding divine fungi in the tawny mist
A tempting kiss
Stolen
Across the breath
A warring ocean
Disengaged from the godly host
In a show of camaraderie between Algonquin shoresAnd the fragrant seeds of the Near East
Poverty
Raining hard on the hearse brigade
Who pine for a short invigoration
Glowering
The Old World princess
And her dungeon feet
Blackened
With the soot of forbidden imprisonment
In the heart of Satan
Bleeding
Molten lava
From a torn face
Growing bearded
& Poorly aged
Anger in the religious tempest of man
A cork-bottled nightmare
Emerging suddenly from the abyss
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Encouraging the lions stare
To recede from tropical gore
And inculcate the masses
Beyond the oceans mountainous rocky curve
Into the fathomless deep
A strength gone
Won back
Into the human hand
Through deliberate desperation
& feeling, with fingers coiled
Giving fruit
To the first serpents pure and unclaimed gaze
The low brush fades behind the artists ear
Impressing the abstract wonder of the fearless
And preparing a light
Here
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A Muse for the Wounded
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Fragmentary Being
in a playa dream play brings up the soundless deep
in the emptied awareness of emptiness
playing on a dreamscape of silent depthup from the upbringingstrong with remembrance in the absolute living
living among complicit guests and their following remarks
to trace steps behind the carefree Guest
who swallows with luxurious speed the rapturous hold of all ancestry
before an open terrestrial necessity
an empire stung with the impoverished groove of amniotic housing
to please the fascinated race who plunged headlong into the afraid belligerence of an
oncoming rush towards G-dlosing his head in the burning vine
trounced in the overwhelming stolen art of land-locked pride
dreaded by the honest unrest of time
a longing
...evaded by an over-stimulated intellect
reasoning out the religious lie in timeless heatto birth the underfed bellies
browned with sun stroke beans
dried and unchanging in the roasted plea
named fortuitously
loosely pained by the stroke-filled meals
written into the throat-headed siphoninto Western lead-stopped eyes
hitting paper with graphic remorse
a morose bedside urgencyto do without rhyme and end these lines
in stout answering to the mind
one long blended crimein bed with duress and her naked strength
cooling the electric ire and staving off bewildered knives
stabbing into bones
shuddering atop the motionless mountains smilerefreshing the wintry pull in the always stern bold fate of a Canadian English Queen
ruling with judgment over the purified rain
crashing over the impalpable brain of her natural orderthe order of Earths own Queenly upbringing
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in the native dirt
and to speak to the stoneand to speak through our pain
the pain of our individuated backs
grated and remaining uncured with the booming fate of a motionless mountain skyjourneying around the headless round of the tailbone crackremembering through a numbing moment
a memorylost to the unchained back
still writhing with touched passion
a connection to the all-related burn of rocks peak on Earth with bone
at the bottom of the backbone
remembering it crack into cracked being
fragmented back
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Grand Repertoire of Failure
Emergence from the grand repertoire of failure
The plentiful plateau of being
An unsurpassed strength
Freeing the foundations of homeward longing
Onto a single raft out on the high seas
A perplexed guide of Jewish law
Betrayed in the relaxed mystic fire
An American marijuana-seeding mind, Nepalese beauty
Direct from the magic psalm, pinned against a Tat Tvam Asi wall
Frail pencil marks casting the Odysseys modern sequel into a vulnerable fasting
Mind, bled forth into the marathon sky of Massachusetts rain
Following me to Calgary in rare consecutive days
Our literary giants, peering upwards, finally, in a New England fog haze
Through the mirrored mushroom mind, whose perception flowered
Into feared atomic explosions
The true sexual freedom in nature
To lay soft stonework ground
Firm with utterly expressed wonder at the world round
Knowledge timed perfect with musical escapism
Into the bold motionless greed of a trapped metallic girl
Re-born as prophetess in the unknown seed of Western belief
A disordered phallic embrace
Charging forth from handmade book-bindings
Hard as ice and placed with delicate resolve to finish an erected thought
Pressed into being as an entire genealogy
A male heroine, featured in a nights flash of bothered sleep
The pausing nullified wakefulness
Estimating the strength of the enemy
Through our chosen weapons force the enemy is not far
Yet still remains within us
Once more in this age
As hidden reason
Behind the guilty lash, on frozen backs scarred, already
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With the ancient bells of history ringing
Throughout untold centuries of careless mothering
And fathers walking
Over strange ledges
Deemed alwaysLast
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Guise of the Beloved
Laughable counterpart
And guise of the beloved
Faring terrorAnd the deathless scare within childish pride
The fostered eyes
Plunge with the strength of the predators stare
Into infinity
And the terminal plague of survival
Marching by
Currents stepping like waves over stone-headed martyrs
Staved off
From one life inside
Dry and cruel
Commotions door opens to streaming gore
Lush and timed
With solar flare
Love
Over an unearthly rush hour
Painted fame twisting and writhing
In the soundless urban deep
A rustic, inflamed few
Whose solemn grasp partakes in the early break
From an inevitable aftermath
Draining the rage from our animal brain
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Horror-Story Jazz
A darkness, splayed in fourths,
Fifths and odd indiscernible timings
Straining the common ear
To prepare communion
Out from regularity to mystery
Inside, essential vibration
Riding a blank inward rolling wave
Molded to thought vanities
Disarming our unending numerical poll
Beyond savagery
To return to primal and distended physical tumult
A chaotic follyDreaming in smokeless fires
Churning breathless in the cold
Almost frozen air
A motive broken free to share a restless hideaway
Junction greed
In the urbane west
Painful tones
Wavering beyond
Escapist drones
In the polyrhythmic gasp
Tamed by function
And instrumental might
A thankless overworked bunch
Peering overhead, from atop towers
Without castles
In the post-kingdom English croak
Over bastions and landlocked heights
Furnishing schemes galore
A trite & forced inhuman sense
Of belonging
In a war trench
Phase of lunatic civility
As the prosperous few wade
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In proud shores of quicksand
Loss of self, ruined
Foresight vanishing
Into the uncreated past
Thats horror-story jazz
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Live life and Die
So
What?
What did you
YOU say?
You are not willing to die?
You wont die?
Yet you wont live?
Why wont you LIVE for your life?And die?
Why arent youYOU willing to
LIVE life and DIE?
You who wont dieNor live
Ask your SELF
What must you do to stay
When you decide what to do with your life
When you feel you are alive and not as good as dead
A nothing where you lie
And so which dishonest part of your Self did you lie to while the rest of you went out and
lived your lie?
Remember the last time you failed in that lie?
When will you accept your failure?
The failure of life
Of your life
Because death is life failing you
And so instead of living
One day you realize you must die
So how to prepare for death:
First step live
Second fail life with a smile
To see as clearly as your de-fogged morning mirror
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Bright possibility with pure face,
That freedom is a tear and Death is a gift from the bosom of life herself
So why not strive to embody Death
And become that gift
Die for Life
So the living can enjoy their death
And not have to die yours out of the fear felt in being free
An absolute annihilation of Truth
Evidenced with blood-thick rivers
Washing off the untouched pages of the dominant law
History and identity of Man
A bold and lonesome object
To kill ones Self
Forever more into the technophile dust of a most ritualistic purification
Involving the physical mastery over our own given Nature
Through a misdirected relation with stars
Their numerically probable position among the Fate of our own children
And now manipulated by human hands
Erecting monumental statements of their awesome power
A mass death
Sacrificed to the pyramid scheme of universal law
Ready?
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Mad artistry
Its that mad artistry
An almost cannibalistic drive to self-disembowel
The remains of the day
Into edible chunks and layers of salted wisdom
That nourishing strive
To see a lonesome aftermath
Gone away to a child-like humorous insanity
In the vein of communist Asian authors
Pleading behind bars for retired cruelty,
And the shrinking tough applause
From Europes dementia phase
Corroding the Eastern mind
From island to island
Britain, Japan, Hawaii;
A full circle drawn over the lawless cold,
A proud lusting grab at intelligent lore
Performed on informal stages
At war with Southern shores
And landing easily
For three cents a piece,
The million-man crime parades,
Calling for a changeless matrimonial stirring
Between a monarch and democracy
The low-life need
Granted by each University,
Telling the shared royal takedown
To massage the neck-less crown of the last Christian lord
Allowed beyond Her vegetarian limits
Or negligibly performed rights
Touring the phantom cloud of rest between Celtic shores,
Distressed by multi-lingual borders and rocky soil
And a northern jail for the barbaric tongues
Who gouge panicked eyes from the skulls of New World kinds
An orgy of ruthless becoming
With equestrian speed,
Famed by classist daughters
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And medieval French dreams,
Who cast off the Muslim humidity from Spains bound whores,
And lust after a secretive world of music
In the drum talk of yesteryears snoring traditionalism
Yet woken aliveThrough non-ordinary literary thought and perpetual action,
To finally inundate the worldly risks
Bedding with our species at once in an archaic passion,
Straying from the lofty throats of First World progress
To gift an immediate end to bordered defense
And spend money on thankless love
In the wilderness of Tao
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The Animal Transcends Evolution
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Manual speech, a felt language
A thought
Moisturized by manual speech
The roasted plug of local diseaseRuns amuck from outer, thick-lipped need
Boastful ruffians becoming street-slick
Urban serial psychopaths on their way to 24hr diner trash
Cleavage TV wearing tourist aprons and coating ice cream with ash
Pigmentations in vermillion and cinnabar blush
Factoring in the genius fool who shoots
Suicidal railings beyond skin-growth hosts
Billowing walkers faking drug-breathFree east, blokes and stolen brothels
Behind the anatomical asinine
Scientific madness, locked in the Scottish jaw
Framing legal tender as an imperial resource
A high cultural silver wedding
Blessing the Afric noon
In hushed greed, or American freedom
To thieve upturned pockets and re-chain the Latin bull
With the Romanesque burden of the Nilotic Buffalo skull
Grated into blood soup and breaking open unripe fruit off-season
In the fasting jokesters war over the Muslim flagRaging starlit inside a desert cave
To wish a prophetess to bloom
As a rustic mockery of the qurra and their sand-quipped poetry contestsA following, run dry as mouths spring wide for hashish grooming
Young lads behaving timid before the pious lie
Stern with gazing hypocrisy
The oriental mirror
All of a sudden darkening over the wordless eye
A feline cage rumbles
Falling over bedside rambling and misanthrope notions
Caving suddenly
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To the age of the non-committal wife and her ruinous factory of moon-swept slaves
Tunneling beyond oppressive rights
The sham literary nick-knack drudgery over those distant horse-run hills
Whispering delicate incantations
To tame the ever-loosening rug-blown curtains of the rich
Worrisome trumps and curvaceous blondes sending out jealousy
As a baked treat to the public rhythm
Overstepped by a deitys hidden shadow
A miffed breadwinning sag of the brain and the hungry paranoia of early rain
My shale-torn clothing scrubbed clean by the salt-tipped foray of evil lunacy
Aquarian bane, bone knocked throughout grainy sight
Observing the skull-emancipated wisdom
Risking vertigo and the sure endless nightBringing sugar, tea and a companions brethren tide
Bracing a felt language
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Natural pleasure
A threshed sweat leaf, singled out over the billowing masses
A high, overstated nocturne
Dreaming in workaholic, shivering screamsTransforming lightly into breath of song with male weeping
And her deserted lips struggle to purse
Over the citrus flesh of an Iberian mother
Calling for heart chains to unlock
Yet distressed and of unruly mind
She dresses timelessly with prophetic sophistry
Beyond the rasped vocal bead of the Roman elite
Prideful with elegant cheeses to smother their appetite
For lower slavery below the belt of animal sanity
And still a ruthless tide follows every inhale
And imbibed breast-milk cry
From the middle earth
High season field of waves
Lashing out on the rickety back of the African skull
Swollen with wisdom and envy
To oversee the white planetary momentum
Towards entropy
In the blessed
Beyond fluidity
A seed to match the Earth
Sown in the deep darkest matter of space
Holy black soil of divinity
Preparing for the inner sprout
From within our species
Prototypical brain
The reason of universal catastrophe
Being heard and seen
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To know self through negation
In living dream and daily waking
Into the stronghold of centered duality
Between an atmospheric pull and heart strung desire
To expel the soul
And unify with vibrations border
Along the delicate edge of creativity
From subjective awe to atonement with the Creator
In the lawless gray area of judgment
Gone reckless with inhuman brutality
An uninspired mode of beingPraying to exit from God
In the instantaneous devotion toward self-mastery
And a conscious crawling towards infinite ecstasy
Vocation of ultimate being
Expressed through the spiritual instrument of Love
In soundless wonder
The always evident past
Coming along to partner with vagrant forewarning
In the new moment
A loud, clear sign
To befriend raw, natural pleasure
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Obviation from the BLAND
To obviate from this bland mural
Its strict pull underlies, as a lightning tremor
In the cooled dust collecting raw answersFrom the autochthonous matrimony with foreign alliance
Over the scarred mud-caked plains
Whose agricultural fertility gave way to chemical strife
In the selfish human pandemic
Lining the hostess and her following with possibility
In the strong-voiced dirge calling back thousands
Endless anonymity from the last day that rested with holy failure
In the subconscious artistry of classical teachings
The rowing hearse then busted grease powder over the cinematic rivers undertow
Blaming adults for adolescent murders between the forked passageways
Leading only to an eye from Orwell, Huxley or Tolkien
In our literary pride
This, the Jungian spur
To claim thought as an answer to human action and reverse that strict pull
That wintry momentum, forcing isolation
To prepare the frozen banks to flow
And create something from nothing
In the work-a-day paycheque gamble of modern industrial sacrifice
To put flesh on the archaic altar of physical history, or abusive anthropological means
To uncover the drastic findings of proven difference
Among the infinitely masked
January vow
Matrimony of time, a cyclical reverence for self and selfless meeting
In the single now of death
Celebrated finally until mental and spiritual dissolution
In the intoxicated air of stifled common presence
For true becoming yet challenging the observant perseverance
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In chambered fires, fought and drank in stainless realizations
Conceived while cooking with family love
In the rivers own electric hot strength
Gently embracing the nervous mouthThe whole city in one dire expression
To last
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Of human sound
What of human sound
The frequent lust to prepare noise in strength of intellectual wonder
And produce unfathomable beautyOf the entire body
Descending to and from the ears tragic centering
In our musical society, and what to compare human music to the grandiose law of
nature, expressed in the mere calls of bird and beast revolving their unchallenged voices
around the veil of a gross acoustic hall
Whose rendering dreams an unforgiving welcome to the Earths living hall
Led to a thoughtless demeanor
Yet within the mind of man
To re-create forests
Swells of the avian breast
In kindred formAnd in multitude throughout the bellys vocation
In mammalian chords
The drunk guess
Involved in the self-taught birthing of rhythm and harmony
Between human and human
Without consulting the earthquake and thunders rumbling
Or gophers princely stepAnd with effortless divinity
Open the mind to sonic color
In the rainbows harmonic wisdom
On the horizon of time
After a storms violent solo tuning
Swaying then and now over a work boot
Caught in dear industry
Whose trembling and cutting neurosis resounds
With human curiosity
In our instrumental genres of choice
In the bleak urban grave
Of sound creativity
Yet where is song tempted to be alone with wind
Where do human voice, hand, foot, and harmonic pride stir with the body
Of our fellow natural beauties
The mimicking faade then fades to wonder
In absolute, original creation
The worthless fall between space finding its place
Towards a unified, harmonious vanishing
The death of human music for an age is deemed fate
By the songbirds unfailing beakOpening to the pressed actuality of time
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A time to stop
And wait
To give other chances to the next species
Whose song still streams
With unforced imagining
In silent sleepAnd personal meaning
A comparative play between human sound and the birds
A hollow daze?
Or frightening waste?
A practice in listening
For the fast
And for the few
Those un-tempted minds
Whose unity beckons lively worth in health
The streets song gives slow joy to order
And the lady beside the window walks from the slumber of selfish activityTo find a source
Not necessarily of communication
Between human, bird and god
But a direct connection
That spells mystery
From an inspired gift to all
Her sound.
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One Ambitious Species
Touched gleam-cast light
On the everyday acorn idea
Kneaded breathlessBehind television predilections
Guessing at the racy night
Caught in a frozen web-tied lesson
To shoot pyrotechnic tides over the urban mind
Digging into a buttressed yurt, cold
Teeming with sly children and boiling over
With alienesque animals
Creating puzzles and games unto pure artistic passion
For the deification of the homeless womb
Within all airs stout breathingTo meet life: A snake-eating fish
And push hands into the forgiving earth
Whose great breast struggles to respire
The thick wilds of branded consumption
And the overgrown lush crime of one,
Ambitious species
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An Island of Childless Offspring
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Pulp Massage
Matter disguised as her unfolding paradise
A genital incision, without
Brewed spawn all quaking and facing heart failure
With thick-rimmed glasses and a paranoiac daze
A thin glimmer of repose
Infuriated golden gnome
Lowered into blissful gardens where human hair is felt as weeds
Useless triviality
In the maze of Puritanical property and stubborn consensual heavens
Drowned in blue time
Glowering in the thick mud of some academic panegyric formulae
Wherein tumult and insult meet over lunch to discuss Baudelaire in rhyme
And the scurrilous frankincenseNose of his Biblical haunting awakened
Through a Pulp Massage
Bellies skyrocketing, ragged predictions fated
At the all-night table
Proposing to wed anger and the twelve-headed classicist dream
Paying striptease Eastern minds
To wade through inglorious pain and rush, philosophically insane
Throughout our comedic taxicab drive, breaking through
Oceanward, where the thumb and nose meet
At the spun wheeling whys
Whose greed lurched from above the lily swamp and naked
Pressed their white head to the diamond name
Giving laughs as praise to the only answer, ever
Sought by a young grave, breaking ice and calling
For a break between pauses
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Random Parkade of Fences
Its all a random parkade of fences
Garlic nightmares blowing a chill into my root canal American fear
Living the drunken stare of the Irish eastwhose mad talk stirs ruthless in my sleeplesslyjarred brainnapping between contiguous web-threshed freedoms to a forgottendeafeningand thickening the low-coasted noon of the heat wave forecastmy mind
becomes sullen with blank remorse and a violent emptiness fills mebearing down on
memory like a catastrophic angel of the white lightpitch black featureless dusk ofinterpersonal reason in the long endless fight to be good and seek happiness in the joyful
cries of othersbuying homes and staircase bed mattress sweetsto cover their sick
bellies in the rollicking waves of cheap eats and mild rain-swept indecision
Bingeing on the unnecessary billionswhose lives anger at the human mold in a
resounding attempt to save a bit of that homethat once was stolen from the earths own
sun-dried handsstill cool with the dank earth and her womb of littered seeds
And the rains pour angelic wisdom over the arisen anguishto craze for the source and
defy the powers that be in an unanswered mind of free rationality
Landing in the oldest of our most ancient pastscrumbling as the staircase billowsas a
feather in the soft yet painful morning of ice-burned teethand oh the sorry Canadian
lorefumbling over the mouth of England in her beautified native boneslosing goldfor bedside furs by the hair of our Mothers
Sinking in the gruel of waste over a bowl of gravy and sourpuss eyesleaning into the
sound of a ride going going going gone over the brink of our American timehitchingthat ride south and calling cabs in New York, California, Saskatoon
Dreaming of berries in season and wild-crafting the maze of Her swollen lustturningon the locomotion of boom bang music over the caf loudspeakerthree hours into space
in the beyond of our lost anxious sound
Teeming with a life unknown and gaining no pridein this, not a single lie of the
honestly expressed nowa ruined gripe
The unchanged manlifting up to the misanthropic sky with grumbles and soothingsmooth coylistening to the elegant humanity bequeathed in the silent breath of the
awakehearing our hearts beat
Each to their own writes back the lazy teacherbeginning with Zen and ending witharchitecturebending for no one except the jungle fire steaming behind the glassed
promenadeglowering sickly in the mud of visionary astonishmentshaken in a
thudthe mortified martyrs brought cinematic drip dry skinto toast their musculardirection to the lunar fist
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An eyenot judging the conflict over rightsnot caring to desist the African whites
kissing diplomatic business men on cell phone streetsas buildings remain erect in the
capital with no lights
A Khartoum manfollowing Arabic grins to his trite ceremonial endinga tense andvicious gore between man and manhollowing out the middle way and preparing anengine to clean an evil race from the race of menwhose niceties glare into the mirror of
Europes own sterling prophecies
Gazing suddenly into the wide shorecalling all people into one namea unified sense
of placean identity with Love in the makingto produce never againand raise the
flag underwater to infinityto create magic furnaces that pull anchors overthe starboard
aft and shave the whiskers of the catfish and his black gills of delicious glory over an oil
spill plateon the drenched body of America at bay under its own weight
The truth, reconciled, and divinedNot too overstated
From a random tour through a parkade of fences
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Reading to be
Second call
Missing unctuous pull
From the umbilical poor
My unending desire for madness
Inherent within the cultural revolution
And the curtains aftermath
Beyond ironic civil warlords
And the innate lust for earthen ore
Lore and gore!
Oceanic multitudes fornicating
Over test-tube breasts, passed
Through Fatherland mothers
Her bespoken worlds gone
Radical and espied, volatile
Pangs our corrosive collective
Lie, that family be praised
Traditional sacrifice ritualized
By the high eye
Now go morose as artistry found
Blank and engrossed in drinkMuddied words tossed, frail
On a porch of cancerous failure
Where Middle Eastern smiles haunt
Sad entropys demise
Over the burnt flag
Its disappearing star
Out of time
Whereon sits the cosmic being?
Presidential yet unaware
Of universal law
To correct the broken
Backbone of historic civilization
Looted in the ashtray night!
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And we plunge into our hostess
Her buttocks flexed
Extreme gladness to mount the rousing fire
Atop a summits raging cry
That nuanced breath of snowLilting over Asiatic pages
Stirring as leaves
Around eardrum esophagus
Opening into pure human sound
Expressionless wandering
Atop vibrations first pulseIn the spatial moment
Sculpted directlyMirror-lake brainwave reflection
The ghost of Buddhist Lao Tzu
Math, sacred numbers
Disclosed as irrational fact
To light upon mountain mist
And brainy cheer
Instead of repulse
To the heart of the natural man
In love with the nature of mind
An everlasting beauty
Pure, the virgin tongue
Touching a lunging fountain
To caress the weary feet
His constant motion
Bellowing secret need
Beneath the lung-escaped tree
Quaking and still
Throughout our infinite
Earthquake island sand
And the lover prepares
Emergency at dawns forsakenGrasp, to be aware of closure
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Yearning astray beyond mortality
Into the second calling
A fortuitous whisper
Internal secrecy
To calm social panic
And sweep our America
Blushing under the Oriental rug
Timeless intoxication
For a new sky, fine-tipped
Seeded and reading to be
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Spreading Easy Freedom
Its all about love; however you can get a child into this world and embrace them
steadfast, with transparent honesty
A full expression of Love in mind, heart and wisdom
Will the new being have music in theirveins?
If marriage of shared blood, the perfect union of musical harmony and universal rhythmwill mark the forehead and line thebones of the little one to be
Rose on the pressure of finger to string
And palm to drum
The progress of creature lust smote
My vandalized faith in a tortured nether-realm
Metallic, dead, belittled egg-floundered
Reason gave birth to me
And enchained in the estranged pathless
Ecstasy of spontaneous confidence
In personal direction
I turned to the naked swooning of political might
No anti-war voice or veteran digression into free man or woman
Under our sole humanitarian god
No!
Instead the post-war industrial clock spewed,
Rash tumult, a forceful nudge into the Pentagons civil trap
The saved million plus
Angelic poetries of newcomer consciousness
Flight to Quebec, where separation prevails
As national demise for the folk who believe
Intelligent design is our link to the kind of fate conceived
In pre-Islamic Arabian sands, qadar!
When the eventual hiding of our forefathers sought
Cavernous refuge from here to the Hopi fall
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Wondering how to produce documentary visions
From black and white morgue-stashed wombs of artistic madness
Freeing the Euro-ethical divide from American names
Breeding forth disclaimers of broken democratic noise
Perspiring leadership avails
Over Chilean airwaves, 1972
Pisco sniper revolt, and the Vermont team of bullies schooled
International chess (CHAOS), and the vile newspaper desk war of patriarchal stress
Groomed for the post-atomic lore, these fathers of the new mind grieved
For the poor and ate African hands, over Chinese rICE
A simian charm tamed their table folds at CambridgeHome-schooled ponds and creaked hammocks
Chasing after the luxurious right to negotiate law away from hope and need
To eviscerate meaning from symbolic action
In the moist summer New England air
Leaving space and gifting humanity with resource-cored Fourth World
Tours on spineless backdrop forays
Into the heart and strife of the rural no-mores
Who cuddles meal-less, festering in tube-tops and coined fame
With designated looks and stereoscopic illusions
Sweetening the Earth with a breakfast menu and cinematic features
Her adopted face smiles warmly
Secrets warning finds herpacking for greater shores
Spreading our easy freedom
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The Orphaned Exile Returns
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That I am silence
And silence, and nothing, and silence
And how in silent searching, the wandering fades
A trespasser in the popular livingHappen-stance ofhonest life
Stopped, self-betrayed, to tarry
With biblical heat and white-skinned eyes
Paranoiac doom
In the aftermath of domestic civilization
Bled into ship-sworn castes, spelling enslaved
Croons over a proud starless night, giving thanks
To the all-ending smoke, breaking past fissures
Gone, smoldering past, laughing bold laughs
Calling back to the childless dream
Earth, where speed holds its tongue
And the random chest-heaving world breathes its last
Her too, engraved spawn, artless chanting
Mixed divine, in soups
Heavy with weeping
The rains burn, forehead noon
A loosened drainage over the sky
Sheets of electric poison pulled down
The plagues returning on this mysterious Egyptian birth
The escaped, the chosen slave
The shameful power of the oldest tomb
Our gold-forsaken eyes shower us with lessons
Ancestors of gross neglect
A knowledge finding no one except the town fool
And his shaky memory
To remember the wisdom flesh
Bespeaking the first human crime
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An outward law, crumbling with panegyric thought
In an unctuous whirlwind god
Smiling with constrictive glares over a tempting yet inhuman faade
As an Orientalists appeal before European execution
Relieving respect from her lifeless duty
In the pawned handful of dust juggled by the tricksters foresight
Smattered lands
A cold, powdery smile
Drinking in a waterfalls stolen dam water
Now breaching the five directions with eyeless crimes
Untold and sorrowful
In the wilderness
Bowing down to ancient slavery
Magi of UR
Returning from within
The simplest symbolic stare into the beaten human sigh
Pointing downwards
Upwards, west and east
With the surest of numbered lies
Telling children to fear death and bless
Fleshed with ungrateful ears, blocked
To the great mystery
That is not
That I am.
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The rains bear down
The rains bear down hard and long
On these deceased pangs, longing to embrace ghosts
Long shied-away, deep within memorys misbegotten despair
Ringing clear in song, and the nostalgic scent in lands
Returned to the body of our parents, and their laughter
Theyre dancing, and gay right to live unborn to time and work
And be, forevermore without clinging
One with the bright happy tour through ancestors heartbeat
The cantors vocal stretching over the Hebraic lore
Building with eternal constancy, the acoustic lair
Of a perpetual stay with human glory
And reckoning with unity in suffering
The diminished poor bear arms while the rains fall
Calling them home no more to breath
In the air of pure and raw savagery
Beckoning our rice-fought union to work
In undivided shame across rivers breadthThat brings wealth and a name to the American prince
With breast inflamed, prepared to reason with his shame
And engrave in the desert an unplanned way
Towards brotherhood, freeing
Spontaneous whispers
To a last pleasurable remorse
Upraised and sacrificed
As great offering to the Klezmer bonfire
Whitewashing the New York tide with Greek verse
In one soundless escapade towards relaxed state of being
To be elder, and speak in folkways
Throughout our northernmost bridges, rickety-frayed
Over and along the other side of our homebound rivers play
Breeding with grace, as we juggle society in a sacred embrace
A pathway to which one serves the source
And never forgets ones self as mere creek, brook or flush puddle
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Returning and dissolving with the cloudless awe
In light-turned moisture
Cyclically, bridging the human body with global fate
In one silent orbital wave
Resounding instantlyWith every curve of lost strength
Between arms where the beat follows to our brethren and kin
A growing and invisible host to our name, thinking up a sound
And so, calling forth the blessed invocation of being
And yet, anew
The Universe floods with Love
Bringing forth the cleansed and raw form of humanity
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The ruined name
I taste bloodSays the mourner returned from Argentinas bathhouse brigade
The Italian connection, un-swayed by the prudent fire of tango nightsStirring wilderness roosts
In the back hall of some sterling porch faade
In the mundane sky of an after-party dimming
Beside alcoholic whiteout praise
And the ruined name
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The socialist epoch
Breakdown of disaster in the socialist epoch
As the tired groaning of racist America brews
A proud glory of personal despair
More, an interpersonal contemplation
On the theme of color:
Hair
Eyes
Fingers
Pubis
Nose
And Shape
Body of formAnd the formless desire
White against the all-escaping cloud of solar obscurity
Rushing civilization into the neighborhood of the absent & poor
Breaking the long arduous fast
with an unwelcoming community
founded not on Love
only on a hope to pray
before the Cyclops rise
over the crossed horizon
Ever loyal to Europes general mythology
that tours the enlightened colonies with derogatory jokes
and coffee/tea stained laughter
or almost anything to show ones consumption of the enslaved
and their rich souls
now moving slowly through the belly of African migration
up from a confederates warning
In the Global South
arranged nightly to the music of the diligent crowds
masses filling the circular base of human power
an enthroned mystery over-sounds the mis-created
as dialectical frowns cover friendships with lost convention
or land border brevity
carrying the brink of urban heat
over the brilliant green lung
of our white suburbia down-bringing
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to gaze into the purity of monochrome eyes
and talk conversationally with African and Mexican families
in homes of their own land
only to return apologetic and starry-eyed
wide grinning failure of international beats
grabbed after the skinned lines, dissolvingover a worldly fire towards human creativity
The formless
finding no-commotion
in the reason to be
as one is
ever seeking truth
In the instantaneous notion of interpersonal continuity
the struggle, rife with colored imagination
to free the city from a visitors paradigmand re-create connectivity with man and woman
under the arboreal sky
frozen with awe
In the blinded greedy law
murdering our youngest
from their golden years
of awakened poverty
and teaching in a disillusioned bubble
gravely preparing to become fugitive
from the mess of a hand-me-down society
and change the course of world-wide monotony
Stretching beyond the bounds of individual reaction
To choice.
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think IN drink
think in drinkand whisper solitudes
Says the publication of setting
Filmic mind, braving theatric kingdoms
Weighed heavily by the German cross
Over western shores, blonde
With sightless camaraderie
In the sociopathic gaze of mindless pain
Order & god for trade
At the bedside, nude
Binging before a final restitution
Breathing in dream-talk laughter, nightly
Not for escapeOnly to tread the unfulfilled urge
To let go of body into an act of base movement
Recognized, respected as the practice of wealthy contentment
Irreducible through monetary magic
Or lawn-flushed passions
Waving together in common
Environmentally subdued fracktions of human space
Gambled for priceless breeding
Into the arms race
Incarcerated by a spherical media village
Condemned to a virile depression issuing from the mouth of folkloric gravity
Sparing flat-boned rushes from the skin-razed marina
Hard with a lofty weathered pacing
From youths who stir the boiling pot
Into a thick African stew
Meant to be consumed
By ceremonial justice
Not a visitor
On the brink
Daring to slug back the human truth of non-being
Through a suicidal sense of belonging
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Untouched Grande Awe
An untouched grand awe
Landed finally to rest beside the sickening mildew
Mulch-pressed nude lakesPraised unto the natural moon
Lowering close over the beached horizon
A thirteenth name
Pleasing those raised on the island to visit their blood
Despite being insane
A malformed genetic waste
Purchasing birth
Towering over the healthy dead
Groveling, ensnared by the angry temptress who walks entombed in mind
And spiritually blessed beyond our mundane knowledge
She treasures the feminine life
Womanhood is a goddessCalling from a mothers grave
With unanswered punch
The lessons of the tribe surpassed the war
And the mongering hordes linger in prehistoric cave symbology
Who in their ritual fasting break the last slave and reason no more
To put to death philosophy and the cursed forms of common language
Now replaced with magic and divinity
Inert
Enough to overact above the spilled heights
Grandiose unity
Frontiersmen who bite at raw flesh and faint under the jeering of native rumblings
In the overcast dusk of Western humanity
Fallen alas to the bitter womb of civilization
And the crass membrane stew of our unalienable forebears
Freaking us out
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Into stomachs without mouths
To feed on the juice of the horned phantom
And only lick from inside
The wounds stinging our nameless pride
A selfless art
Succeeding in touching the present
To make immediacy so palpable as to hand it over as a gift
The living eye of the sun, eternal
Ubiquitous urge
Elevating within each individual
The welcoming needTo become true in form and direction
A fastened string to every ray
Cast through the burnt moisture of our lush atmospheric divide
The living high of being
One being at a time
Without feeding the poor
Lowering greed inside
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Eternal Autopoiesis
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Why, Autopoietic Eternity!
This smile, these eyesNot because its you that I enjoyNor your surroundings, and our place in them together
I smile for whats insideThe poetries and open-ended music of Love
Bearing down hard into my inglorious heartAs a burnt wick trudging through the bled darkness
Now blessed by the disinterested lost
Whose minds graze the round of being
In a conundrum of pain and untamed roaming
Loosening the human rope around the oceanic neck
The great ring of fireLassoed in spring by the Albertan rains
Toasting to hot chocolate whispers over Mexican breasts
Sweetened by the oily touch of American tongues
Piercing the used flesh of an imperfect dream
The only cold matchstick
Still reddened but dryA sad ending to the rage personified
In Rusty Kjarvik and his chess logic
Pinching the Grandfather reality
In the light of Persian mystical nights
Of music and the bodiless mind
Forwarding beyond the wordless divideTo train insight as creative willing into the artful breath of poetic necessity
My instincts crying bold in the proud deep of North American continental strifeTo transcend the borders of national glory and reach the great peak
Budding with growing concentration camp Israeli trees
A miracle as grand as the celebrated synagogue of ancestral lies
Bearing down hard on the smoky aftermath of the beaten GreeksChained to their swollen shields
Engraved as the shell of Turtle Island
Beaming with foresight into the sweeping ancient European imagination
Whose back lunged upward into the full sky with an amber gold
Freeing the Hostess of Modernity with lifeless glamour
And cuddling with the mountains ceremonial stone-wrought keepsPurifying my ancestors until their bones scintillate
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In the dreary madness beyond human hurt
To an earthen burnA sensation born from deep under the subconscious blinds En eyeless face
Peering gravely into the molten membrane of our one mindBloomed into the immediate now with lotus aweOr the always distanced graceful presence of our insides
With shared wisdomA lingering passion to unify and create our own night in this sinking vessel
All existence
Breaking down from the mouth to the wine
A craving understated by the street-side paranoiaThat coasts assured into the numbing crime of our damaged religious signs
A taste of poverty lingering with the sculpted mutteringAnnounced softly with the motion of a hand
Feeling for air above the hard-packed soil
Forming dunes and painting the beach wildernessIn the hair of an Asian temptress
Whose punchy urges frame this bemused mind
Struggling to see through a daily panic of poetryScheming with all mental strength to form the formless into beauty
And nonsense into the communicable
A symbol of Love in the act of creationYet fallen into the failed
The early laugh
Draining the energetic fingers with worthless junkIn the silent reading itch to continue for continuity
And perpetuate the laugh into the timely press
Over the gorgeous moon visible at dawn over the charged urban jungle
Cringing with playful Chinese drums in the MSG headache afternoon
Waiting for sexual drink to find space in the lounging throat of want
A risky pathOver the endless din
Whirring above the vibratory pandemonium
With catatonic dissonance and hypnotic forgetfulness
To scramble the mind-waves
With the gurgle of a knifing toothache
Searing into the cinematic backdrop of historyAs my Jewish ambitions for Calgary beckon with ruthless intellect and certain death
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To enjoy centenarian genetics over a glass of ginger tea
And remain blameless on the deck or balcony of a Chinatown low-rise freedom
To be and create willinglyThe tasteful force of lush introspection
A thunderous improvisation in the sudden cry of heavenTo proclaim the momentary passing of a world and its universe as mind itselfIn the contemplation of death
And the nature of mind thickens over the fold
To become wearily apparentAs a new blanket of relief in the empty law of the drowned fate
Beaming through all our embodied instances of life
Defined in the present by nothings painful truth of becoming That, the frame of poetrys eye
Seeking individuality and expression within
And throughout the frank endless mold of electric crystalline fractal-speakRushing past the generations dead with rapid strength
Over the mountain of fixed glory
Where dream melds with the ancient fixation
In overcoming the human formTrespassing in the realm of gods
To marry the irrelevant mix of triviality in humorAnd offer our bodies to the deified blessing of one circular direction
A featureless song prayed to over the burning incense light
Of the mundane working
Whose clasped hands respect the value in hopeAnd the unknowns shade remains thoughtless over the waking earth
To renounce the children of envy and prosper with kernels of the bejeweled sandAlong eastern shores filling our adolescent minds and cooking up internal choice
As the creature of man embraces the four points of the underworld
And smokes with the devil in the bribed factory of ourNew Bedford whalesWho swam from the South Pacific tour
And rescued their soldierly brothers on the history pages of the local war
And the veteran newspaper determined
That the youth were emancipated from our armed struggleAnd must now fight with words of praise or critique
As the satirical play finds its step on the frozen lake of family
Against the lame, discolored horizonDarkening ever so slowly until the shade-covered rushes are silenced
With one last rustle in the kayak sound
A memory pushed forthTo cover the proud painterly disease of our Pisces rising
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Amid the bone dry grasses and paved seriated highway zones
Constructed and vandalized by toughened hands
Choked and gone purple with gushed veinsRasped and lacerated on the back of our cousin species
The canine drought bespeaks a shameful woeA truism, unforgettable and opened finally with delicate sway and miscreant wonderAt the sad mystery in the relative fire
An erased afterthought
The strong and elderly enduranceTo forge through the most sought after and undivided pressure
From beneath the cold unmoving earth
To present in words an archaic urge
With controlled mind and agile fingersTo re-create body in its own self-created form
A silence breaks over the lawless head of our own shaking and forlorn chestArms and face
Feeling the stress of birth as an echo of fear in the humanly pain
To desire to create
To fill the footstep earth with humiliating loveAnd stretch beyond the wrinkled chord
With a truth unsought and yet communicated with kind connection
A flesh, salted and massaged to share life at its most visceralWhile the real and changeless spectral flash of spatial duress grates
Turning in the burly show of lost fortune
A sure embittered wailingA longing
A frenetic blur past the poetic stirring
A joyless roundA midnight wrangling
A mournful purr
A drinking insanity and wakeful surmising
The restitution, despised yet somehow completing our entrenched need
To be and play forward in the shapeless deep
The unceasing downpourAnd slow drizzling food of creativity
To give our most valued offering
To the smallest most insignificant pull
Which finds our being necessaryAnd in that moment die
Unafraid to the dream inside
To slip away and join with the whispering few
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Whose wisdom has changed the All
In a corrosive yet painless drip off the medieval wooden monastic awning
A cool raindrop fix that relieves the immediate pleasure to performAnd calls for an inner gratitudeAt the constant play of now
Re-shaping sleeplesslyIn the feverish ordeal with patienceTo see still
With eyes of our self-creating human identity
What makes us
The figment
Pleasing the universal Word, yet with throat closed
And with unceasing unobstructed visionPressing beyond the viral keep
Into the starry jaw of final rest
To make all finally united withinAs a breath, still
Purging the Great Mystery of Time unto an Autopoietic Eternity
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