the skies call
silver screen clouds
the name of each city
below
but as the droplets change
and the reasons shift
faith renders smokestacks burning
the chuffmachine
wagwongering its crooked finger
in the face some something small
and opening
the projection over formless white peel
rejects T(oronto, Albany, Amherst, Boston
in favor of cloudless pastures
where the mind grazes eye in eye
the guns of the house unbuckle
and the walls breathe in
in that moment before
exploding open.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Aces
When things' mechanisms fail us,
are they blown away by the wind in
favour
of cold calculated meat beats
sitting blank in labs in spaceships
orbiting
the dark star microchip of
an other darkling universe when
succumbing
to the bleak joys
of security gained in counting
down
to the end?
are they blown away by the wind in
favour
of cold calculated meat beats
sitting blank in labs in spaceships
orbiting
the dark star microchip of
an other darkling universe when
succumbing
to the bleak joys
of security gained in counting
down
to the end?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
again, again
if an angel came
snapped skeletal plates
with hands and fountains self-taught
and it takes
this stone to scour
towards a breath,
then the breath always
deserts--echo notes
and naturally this traveled from up;
flick ever on across this twist
as though you were air(
snapped skeletal plates
with hands and fountains self-taught
and it takes
this stone to scour
towards a breath,
then the breath always
deserts--echo notes
and naturally this traveled from up;
flick ever on across this twist
as though you were air(
Saturday, February 06, 2010
The New Viceroy
batter my heart awake and
make the future real to me--
tomorrow's ghost scrapes ahead of this wind
gaspingrappling
telling stories about death and the sea-
tempered steel to test it.
skeletal plates snapped up an angel
and it takes this twist to scour
with hands a breath from this stone,
though you were always self-taught
and this came on natural(asifly;
the never travelled breath
fountains and
the notes flick air across
deserts--echo towards home.
make the future real to me--
tomorrow's ghost scrapes ahead of this wind
gaspingrappling
telling stories about death and the sea-
tempered steel to test it.
skeletal plates snapped up an angel
and it takes this twist to scour
with hands a breath from this stone,
though you were always self-taught
and this came on natural(asifly;
the never travelled breath
fountains and
the notes flick air across
deserts--echo towards home.
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