Art and Poetry
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Blind, unblinking eyes
Twitch and roll in unison
Drying in their sockets
Little spirits climb their spines to
Curl up in the sanctuary of skull
Vines and new grasses
Swallow buzzing mounds of
Flesh, now alive with hornets
And flies and every kind of glass wing
Here resounds the howl of
Every hate that ever whispered half a breath
The cord has been cut
Earth, the sapphire jewel
Turns ruby in one curtain fall
And the oceans churn
With the acid of every
Fear that ever turned a stomach
The desert bursts alive
Cerulean and violet
Serpents of molten flame
Spinning flowers
Innocent violence
That will slither through every kingdom
Leaving long scars
Dark horizons of smoke stained glass
The mountains crumble
And reconstruct shapes
Obscene and shamelessly alive
With shrill voices
Laughter rattles endless, witless scorn
From the dark tower of
These mad statues
Scenes unimaginably wicked
Our eyes too dry for tears
Blind, unblinking eyes
Twitch and roll in unison
Drying in their sockets
Little spirits climb their spines to
Curl up in the sanctuary of skull
Vines and new grasses
Swallow buzzing mounds of
Flesh, now alive with hornets
And flies and every kind of glass wing
Here resounds the howl of
Every hate that ever whispered half a breath
The cord has been cut
Earth, the sapphire jewel
Turns ruby in one curtain fall
And the oceans churn
With the acid of every
Fear that ever turned a stomach
The desert bursts alive
Cerulean and violet
Serpents of molten flame
Spinning flowers
Innocent violence
That will slither through every kingdom
Leaving long scars
Dark horizons of smoke stained glass
The mountains crumble
And reconstruct shapes
Obscene and shamelessly alive
With shrill voices
Laughter rattles endless, witless scorn
From the dark tower of
These mad statues
Scenes unimaginably wicked
Our eyes too dry for tears
DRUNK AND SNEEZING
The minutes that blurred, we erased them
The hours that ran, we crumpled them... waste paper
Baskets full of flowers
Cut short where we didn't notice
Their faint breath we barely tasted
Running on to better hours
With roots and blooms unfolding
Full bloom and scentless, this paper flower fades
Wine of rose, of bleeding hearts
You betray your fabric, seamless in your leaving
Petals falling heavy, the scent of Spring
Cut short before we noticed
I have you in my chest now, your bouquet weaving tight
I breathe your name, the sweetest and faintest now of all the garden
Your flower, a flame, absolute as prayer, unanswered
Absent as God's own name
You are saddest lost, heavy, a thousand caskets can't bury
The time that you were, that was yours
The sky not so blue, we tore it down, the sun not so warm, we let it roll
All your garden has grown old with weeds now
Still the loveliest there's ever been
We eat in remembrance and drink to forget
The empty chair beside her
All your yard and sunburnt trees
Afloat in cottonwood, drunk and sneezing we
Eat remembrance and drink to fill the empty bed we lie in
We eat indifference and drink regret
The waste you've left behind here
The minutes that blurred, we erased them
The hours that ran, we crumpled them... waste paper
Baskets full of flowers
Cut short where we didn't notice
Their faint breath we barely tasted
Running on to better hours
With roots and blooms unfolding
Full bloom and scentless, this paper flower fades
Wine of rose, of bleeding hearts
You betray your fabric, seamless in your leaving
Petals falling heavy, the scent of Spring
Cut short before we noticed
I have you in my chest now, your bouquet weaving tight
I breathe your name, the sweetest and faintest now of all the garden
Your flower, a flame, absolute as prayer, unanswered
Absent as God's own name
You are saddest lost, heavy, a thousand caskets can't bury
The time that you were, that was yours
The sky not so blue, we tore it down, the sun not so warm, we let it roll
All your garden has grown old with weeds now
Still the loveliest there's ever been
We eat in remembrance and drink to forget
The empty chair beside her
All your yard and sunburnt trees
Afloat in cottonwood, drunk and sneezing we
Eat remembrance and drink to fill the empty bed we lie in
We eat indifference and drink regret
The waste you've left behind here
FRAGMENTS OF A POEM NEVER WRITTEN
In a half sleep
Strumming our loose guitar
A lazy, tinkling note
Fills our ears with incense
Green, seaside smog
We suckle our fat fingers
Until they are bruised
Waiting for the chorus to
Come rolling in
An ocean of milk fed babies
"Cooing"
Gnats have invaded our dreams
With dark syrup
A narcotic, dim, underwater vision
Cuts right through the middle
Of us
I've lost you old friend
Not sure I ever really had you
The reception has gone bad
There are voices buried in snow
Waiting for the sun
Like a dyeing man
Waiting for the moon
Like a sliver of chance
In our temple of electric light
Where moths and flies
Will form his halo
Our last clean skinned
Dumb faced Hope
Oh, Holy Child
Is that your little hand
All full of matches
In a half sleep
Strumming our loose guitar
A lazy, tinkling note
Fills our ears with incense
Green, seaside smog
We suckle our fat fingers
Until they are bruised
Waiting for the chorus to
Come rolling in
An ocean of milk fed babies
"Cooing"
Gnats have invaded our dreams
With dark syrup
A narcotic, dim, underwater vision
Cuts right through the middle
Of us
I've lost you old friend
Not sure I ever really had you
The reception has gone bad
There are voices buried in snow
Waiting for the sun
Like a dyeing man
Waiting for the moon
Like a sliver of chance
In our temple of electric light
Where moths and flies
Will form his halo
Our last clean skinned
Dumb faced Hope
Oh, Holy Child
Is that your little hand
All full of matches
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