Oh life! Memory is such sweet masturbation And then Hiroshima of reality Apocalypse of maturation! I’m holding myself in disbelief. How could you will this monstrosity of age? Lo I shout to all those souls lost (including partly my own) in the infinite tombs of man! There is a wind of senses, a potential symphony [...]
Archive for January, 2010
Oh Life and Memory Tainting.
January 9, 2010
Flesh
January 7, 2010
I felt it just then Myself to be a hunched Element of flesh Warm and light in transcendental youth Filled with hot blood I pressed my fingers into the snow And raised my hand spread between The forest with the sun piercing An ice sky White transient avenues Clear fingers a smear of dirt on [...]
The Cycles
January 5, 2010
Electrified womb erects distending down the lives bright fresh And I nurture breaths, and flowers twist in that hidden dimension of sight And blindly anxious I roam into moments of re-construction With clarity the heavy scented air And hope To let it go and dance a ragged faithless dance Light arching across kingdoms stretching shadows [...]
Charlie Hunter
January 4, 2010
Fresh brine steps Plodding on pulled skin Every sighing symbol instant Shattering across space Elephant’s scream aqua tube Rustling chimes Cool jabbing wind Radiate glance tingle Pores pucker Face is transient thudding flesh Bones of dissected beading energy Fresh breaks Cluster centers of clear penetrating light Along chords joints stretch Passages in sound, quadrants of [...]
Parting With You
January 4, 2010
Dan, Your language is instinct digesting into looming systems Boy disintegrating The vein ways the rhythm waits in pumping expanding pistons And all through my movement, what we were is watched, celebrated Rewound and watched for the triumphant dead light Played out in motion The dim flickering of spirit In blackness the kernel The seed [...]
A New England Depression
January 4, 2010
Through the planks of the attic roots grope and tangle An ode echoes into the halls Down in the lower corridors of creaking wind Where the paint is chipped and the lamp shades erode The equipment for emancipation is rusting The catacomb echoes carnival laughs Of a thousand black bagged eyes And the spirits spiral [...]
