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"tell me about these eerie visions."
sunburst ... headache! color blind? you can't say
you're an orchid grown to gaze upon &
you've the eyes of a sorcerer gone mad
in your oneiric landscape, you're burning, you're a black demon Friesian
growls, gritty arghs & chuffs, snarling
while silent this space ghost sits, stares off, scribbling -
"epizeuxis ... epizeuxis! epizeuxis?" - meaningless
... so it is, so it goes, another aurora borealis mind-orchestral we both suppose
loud but somewhat of a home-in-the-headspace meander, sorcerer no longer ( for now ) ...
time! so go - keep slow drifting until some softer solution shows
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a little one gives flowers away
just for a smile
"this is for you!"
this is not a learned action
this is just kindness
[
we don't need to learn it
( or re-learn it )
we just need to be kind
]
and i like it when you smile
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the deep well of sleep
surrounded by old stone
moss-covered in places
vines digging
searching
slowly cracking
clouds come over, in
clouds come out & it begins
the deep well of sleep
i'll share the bucket i pulled with you
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my little shadow baby, quiet but
sometimes screowing
no more fur in my nose
no more watching for accidents
no more huge black eyes
my little shadow baby, quiet
quiet now
too quiet now
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madison - madicat - kitty - madiason - or just CAT!
2004-2024
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sitting here in this room associated
with mouths, an older woman speaks
much too loudly to a fellow
one-who-waits about biting
into an apple & something breaking
she is called away to discuss finances,
then disappears into the hidden areas.
the one who suffered through her
conversations now whispers quietly
in a foreign language
with one who we can only assume
is her partner, & we are perhaps
glad that we cannot hear,
nor understand, what they say.
we now ready ourselves to leave,
glad that we are not here
for us, in this room for teeth.
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sometimes i am cracks
sometimes i am ticks & hums
mostly i am quiet
quite quiet
but my brain still steadily runs
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sometimes a tree
is just a tree
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a random & fun ( at least for me? ) thing that started today: *update* it has ended
squaredle ( a word puzzle app ) has a poetry contest running.
you need to register ( free ) & complete the special puzzle ( not terribly hard ) in order to enter the contest.
do it.
do the thing.
( i did. )
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subtract from the chaos
sub - trahere
drawn away
what else can we try to do but that?
hold it in our hands
but not looking there
look at where it comes from
hope for change
a smile that lasts awhile
what else can we do?
drawn away
sub - trahere
subtract from the chaos
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{ burning feathers }
wake up & the bed is at the center of an infinite sea, no motion, no sound, a night with a billion stars. the sheets are wet, the pillow squelches,
but still it is soft.
{ burning feathers }
still under warm blankets. what is this? hands cannot move, my hands your hands clock hands, the stars make slow shapes in the sky, speaking. a dream & not a dream, eyes surely open,
the jellyfish come up from out of the water.
{ burning feathers }
the jellyfish glow under the theatre of this night, pulsing to a music where the volume has always been turned down to zero. the stars see them as the performance goes on & on, eyes focused - glaring, glassy, glittering, gossamer, grieving, glazed, gorgeous, godly, going on & on in all directions as the jellyfish & i pulse & glow,
pulse & glow.
{ burning feathers }
this is infinite & infinitesimal. it displays to me & the sea every one of its hands. see there. hush. see still. see the full house, the royal flush. see the nine high, the hand of glory. see the right-hand man. he's got a matchstick in his hand, & twitchy fingers,
nervous fingers but a keen smile drawn on his face ages ago.
{ burning feathers }
wake up & the bed is at the center of a silent & still sea, a black night. an obsidian night, smooth & sharp but with no shine. the sheets are wet. squeeze the pillow, an angry jellyfish. can't see it, can you. just the slimy feel until the strike & sting & sulfur dioxide
& the burning feathers.
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echoes of fields
wind careening
upon what though upon what
not just a whisper
a swiftly tilting planet
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at the house full
of random things - knick knacks, baubles, trinkets, gewgaws, tchotchkes -
we stand face-to-face, we touch elbow-to-elbow. as your eyes
change colors the walls fall away,
( change colors the walls, fall away )
crashing, clattering, scratching, they turn to dead branches that lie bare under the mad sun, surrounding me,
surrounding me.
i sink as you transform into an unkindness of ravens.
i fall to my knees as you transform into a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
you fly away,
flutter away,
soar away.
you dance away with the warm wind.
i cannot close my eyes as all of your aspects fade into the distance.
i will remember.
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sleep
angelmouth twelve: [ sound of a crowded bowling alley, baby crying, dropped glass ]
low fluttering of wings
ribbon of soft skin advances, third eye purple-hued, watery, searching
low fluttering of wings, slow, slow
angelmouth nineteen: "не бійся - не бійся - не бійся, dios viene pronto, не бійся"
silence but for a brief wind that molests our dying trees
their blinding sword drips with lava, despair
angelmouth two: [ tornado siren ]
this pervasive scent of cinnamon
wake up
fading fluttering of wings
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10 random songs that haven't come up in a long time ( at least a year? ) that i enjoy, & that i don't think i mentioned before.
suite chinoise - cirque du soleil
mysterious family - fruits basket
cloudy, with occasional rain - serial experiments lain: cyberia mix
purr la perla - violet indiana
the city in the sea - love is colder than death
ginger remix - chandeen
you better leave the stars alone - ego likeness
the top - ashengrace w/ tara vanflower
explain it to me - rose polenzani
fade to black - apocalyptica
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for some it seems words flow effortlessly into reality.
dancing, whirling.
easy, gentle.
i pull words out like an angry fish from a dark ocean.
tugging at a rough tree's roots.
shifting huge boulders aside.
sisyphus: what did you do?
me: i'm a writer.
sisyphus: i don't understand.
me: your rock is rolling.
i pull words from a volcano, burning my hands as you whisper wonders while dreaming.
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some might assume that angels do not comprehend jokes
however
one angel summoned a bee, & it did not fly away
that is all
Candles aflame
The prayer service
begins
Veiled snickering
The back bench
in revolt
They all knew
the angels
would get
the joke
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