Our own brains are canned in bone
We rarely think of this when left alone
With three times as many appendages
as an octopus. Memories dim as dreams
take over the mind. From what depths
we dared our hold on history
We crossed the gap arriving
and gasping for air from the shore
At the cellular level aware of our
capacity to adapt. There is no justification
for polluting an entire planet. The reason
for this is because neither does justice exist
Only a sort of static balance
amid the roiling turmoil
An entire world exists outside our thought
We have words that represent the aspects
of that world. Mountain, stone, water, sinew
feather, lightning, thunder, dark
Keep these words true to your heart
and align yourself with earth
Disregard abstractions such as good
evil, truth, justice, etc
They work to cloud the mind and further
obfuscate our lives. Lives we are dreaming
up on the spot so get with it and wake up
The ancient lords who swam up from
the greatest depths. We are surrounded
by them today just take a look around
Kings of our dominion are wearing
our own clothes dressed to kill
Groomed with immaculate grace pupils
full blown in our face. Everything Is Under
Control someone possessed of sardonic wit
once wrote. Except for the grip we may have
on our own lives we suppose
One thing matters in the dark
protected by calcified helmets
Extruded upright by gravity
and guided by the wind
Saturday, April 12, 2014
MAP OF LIGHT
Cosmic micro-
wave back ground
appears as ancient
light imprinted
on the sky from
When the universe
was about three
hundred and seventy
thousand years old
Today
faint traces
of ancient light
yet linger upon our
eyes and remarkably
it appears not evenly
spread out across
our universe
Extremely small
fluctuations
in this shroud
of light which
make it appear
to be clotted
are in fact
seeds from
which grew
the galaxies
we see about
our self today
The universe
began in a hot
dense state which
exploded outward
at a rate exceeding
the speed of light
Then it began
to cool even
as it continued
to expand and
Now here
we are
to day
wave back ground
appears as ancient
light imprinted
on the sky from
When the universe
was about three
hundred and seventy
thousand years old
Today
faint traces
of ancient light
yet linger upon our
eyes and remarkably
it appears not evenly
spread out across
our universe
Extremely small
fluctuations
in this shroud
of light which
make it appear
to be clotted
are in fact
seeds from
which grew
the galaxies
we see about
our self today
The universe
began in a hot
dense state which
exploded outward
at a rate exceeding
the speed of light
Then it began
to cool even
as it continued
to expand and
Now here
we are
to day
LAZARUS TAXA
for Lucius Shepard
It doesn't matter how much attention one pays if grim extinction comes for them
And we all got here for free--without paying attention
I suggest we all enjoy the ride while it's still happening
In fact, the skins shed from extinction have
been torn off our own back like a fuse
trailing behind us--a comet's tail
if you will--and even if you won't
agree or clearly see what I do see
a glacier evaporates slow
as it forms and you know
when they're finally gone
nobody shall
compare one
to the buried
analogy
of these
burning
humans
from
here
on
up
.
It doesn't matter how much attention one pays if grim extinction comes for them
And we all got here for free--without paying attention
I suggest we all enjoy the ride while it's still happening
In fact, the skins shed from extinction have
been torn off our own back like a fuse
trailing behind us--a comet's tail
if you will--and even if you won't
agree or clearly see what I do see
a glacier evaporates slow
as it forms and you know
when they're finally gone
nobody shall
compare one
to the buried
analogy
of these
burning
humans
from
here
on
up
.
MARCH TWENTIETH
It's the first day of spring
and death is in the air
The box car is full
and slowly departs
Crammed with weary
old friends taking their
motivations with them
Into strange darkness
streaming down river
The moon's sole
reflection white
Upon the surface
wave letting apart
Into well synchronized
angel moth wings
In motion appearing
just to say goodbye
NIGHTBAILER
for Bill Knott
Our lives' strange trajectories
have been laid bare here
while I stare in shock
at the lines dancing
drowned in artificial
light, why it was only
8 days ago that I stood
in Mountain View Park
(a quite un-euphemistic
way of rubbing our nose
in it, don't you think?)
and witnessed for myself
for the very first time
an entire flock of colored
balloons scrawled upon
with various Sharpee markers
messages like "On the wings
of angels, SYOTOS, I love
you Doug" while Neil Diamond's
"Coming To America" played
and we all stared up at the
flock of helium balloons
as they became smaller
and smaller until they
precisely resembled a
swarm of human sperm
flung Egg-Sunward
I even took the opportunity
to casually mention the beauty
of this sight to the Mormon Bishop
standing beside me, "He's off
to a new life, just like your speech,"
I said while his back stiffened
I've been biting my nails all day
before I learned online
on facebook that you
had at long last gone
to sleep with your hands
crossed on your chest
looking as though you
are flying into yourself.
Our lives' strange trajectories
have been laid bare here
while I stare in shock
at the lines dancing
drowned in artificial
light, why it was only
8 days ago that I stood
in Mountain View Park
(a quite un-euphemistic
way of rubbing our nose
in it, don't you think?)
and witnessed for myself
for the very first time
an entire flock of colored
balloons scrawled upon
with various Sharpee markers
messages like "On the wings
of angels, SYOTOS, I love
you Doug" while Neil Diamond's
"Coming To America" played
and we all stared up at the
flock of helium balloons
as they became smaller
and smaller until they
precisely resembled a
swarm of human sperm
flung Egg-Sunward
I even took the opportunity
to casually mention the beauty
of this sight to the Mormon Bishop
standing beside me, "He's off
to a new life, just like your speech,"
I said while his back stiffened
I've been biting my nails all day
before I learned online
on facebook that you
had at long last gone
to sleep with your hands
crossed on your chest
looking as though you
are flying into yourself.
COLD FRONT
Apart from cracks on the Formica
counter top around the bending
curve of my eye I can not discern
anything through my shot glass
The rumblings of a city in dusk
seep through the slurry of hushed
undertones merging stainless steel
clinks from glasses slowly stirred
In this labyrinth collecting mirrors
no one bothers looking at each other
directly for the point of that was lost
long ago with the reflected hosts
I sink into the magnified pores
of her face held balanced on a stack
of merging surface edits like a drawn
bath displaced by a weary body
It's been many revolutions since
I can remember spring time
and for that I should ordinarily feel
sadder than the beer ads on the wall
Cheerfully I determine that mixing
drinks with indentured silver ware
may distract the focus from a certain
familiar melody floating by
Its coruscating pattern of decaying
notes drifts along into the distance
like so many flakes of ash rendered
gray as the moon in winter
The cracked fields of this lit valley
fade before the inland sea evaporates
into silence here on a world whose
name evokes nothing but dirt
I'd rather not think about it since
my drink became too evenly mixed
for me to want another sip from
the cold inversion boiling outside
counter top around the bending
curve of my eye I can not discern
anything through my shot glass
The rumblings of a city in dusk
seep through the slurry of hushed
undertones merging stainless steel
clinks from glasses slowly stirred
In this labyrinth collecting mirrors
no one bothers looking at each other
directly for the point of that was lost
long ago with the reflected hosts
I sink into the magnified pores
of her face held balanced on a stack
of merging surface edits like a drawn
bath displaced by a weary body
It's been many revolutions since
I can remember spring time
and for that I should ordinarily feel
sadder than the beer ads on the wall
Cheerfully I determine that mixing
drinks with indentured silver ware
may distract the focus from a certain
familiar melody floating by
Its coruscating pattern of decaying
notes drifts along into the distance
like so many flakes of ash rendered
gray as the moon in winter
The cracked fields of this lit valley
fade before the inland sea evaporates
into silence here on a world whose
name evokes nothing but dirt
I'd rather not think about it since
my drink became too evenly mixed
for me to want another sip from
the cold inversion boiling outside
MONGRELS
Demons possess mankind
yet do not exist autonomously
Only by taking possession of an individual
may a demon come into existence
This old secret has been lost
on a population whose imaginations
always seem to get the best of them
but what can you do. While everyone
is caught up in the fading phantoms
of their conversation, angels
walk among us
Their reality determined once
again in the full blown possession
of men. Each extend their arms
through the race of human kind
engaging in their dance after wings
have spread and talons blackened
the bedsheets in shades
of the darkest wine
Yes, angels and demons are real
my friend, intertwined in genetic
suspension they spell m - o - n - g - r - e - l
as close to a definition of modern man
as one could understand
We project these innate qualities
of ours to protect us from who we are
To distract us enough that we just might
think devils like these could be real
bring us to our knees, and plead
for the angels to save us
when all along the only ones
who could do that are ourselves
Oh, yes, those mythic beings are real
alright: they'd watch over us at night
if they hadn't fallen asleep themselves
during the day they're usually spotted
in hallways, bathrooms, and cars
Anyplace there are mirrors
for one to look into. Like you
Both demons and angels
are each distinguished
by purity. Therefore
true possession
amounts to the total
absolvement of impurities
The prison of flesh where all angels
and demons are banished
has been known throughout history
by one word, humanity
yet do not exist autonomously
Only by taking possession of an individual
may a demon come into existence
This old secret has been lost
on a population whose imaginations
always seem to get the best of them
but what can you do. While everyone
is caught up in the fading phantoms
of their conversation, angels
walk among us
Their reality determined once
again in the full blown possession
of men. Each extend their arms
through the race of human kind
engaging in their dance after wings
have spread and talons blackened
the bedsheets in shades
of the darkest wine
Yes, angels and demons are real
my friend, intertwined in genetic
suspension they spell m - o - n - g - r - e - l
as close to a definition of modern man
as one could understand
We project these innate qualities
of ours to protect us from who we are
To distract us enough that we just might
think devils like these could be real
bring us to our knees, and plead
for the angels to save us
when all along the only ones
who could do that are ourselves
Oh, yes, those mythic beings are real
alright: they'd watch over us at night
if they hadn't fallen asleep themselves
during the day they're usually spotted
in hallways, bathrooms, and cars
Anyplace there are mirrors
for one to look into. Like you
Both demons and angels
are each distinguished
by purity. Therefore
true possession
amounts to the total
absolvement of impurities
The prison of flesh where all angels
and demons are banished
has been known throughout history
by one word, humanity
REMONIC DEFLECTORS
An argument takes one
a single person
Make no mistake about it
it takes two to agree
To communicate is to swim
Beware of the domino
effect when water
mills return solutions
just as clear and yet
More bitter than before
It means someone is about
to be born via post patho
logical caesarian and just
the air between us can be
damaged forever so take care
Wear your Remonic Deflectors
when stepping inside
someone's parlor for tea
Remember how at first
you already agree
Our Solar System (In Partial Focus)
for May Swenson
*Sedna
*Eris
*Makemake
*Haumea
*Pluto
(5 moons: Charon, Nix, Hydra, P4, and P5)
***ubewanos***
**twotinos**
*plutinos*
+neptune trojans+
Neptune
*plutinos*
+neptune trojans+
Neptune
(13 moons: Triton, Nereid, Larissa, Naiad, Thalassa, Despina, Galatea, Proteus, Halimede, Sao, Psamathe, Laomedeia, Neso)
**centaurs**
Uranus
**centaurs**
(62 moons at least, 53 are named; with 24 prominent ones: Pan, Daphnis, Atlas, Prometheus, Pandora, Epimetheus, Janus, Aegaeon, Mimas, Methone, Anthe, Pallene, Enceladus, Tethys, Telesto, Calypso, Dione, Helene, Polydeuces, Rhea, Titan, Hyperion, Iapetus, Phoebe)
Saturn
Jupiter
(67 confirmed moons; with 13 prominent ones: Metis, Adrastea, Amalthea, Thebe, Io, Europa, Ganymede, Callisto, Themisto, Leda, Himalia, Lysithea, Elara)
*Ceres
**asteroids**
**asteroids**
Mars
(Phobos, Deimos)
Earth
(Luna)
(Luna)
Venus
Mercury*
(+THE SUN-)
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