not sure what I want to do w this space yet - enjoy some word bits I found in stray notepads from my late teens :)
the orange glow of the phantom beauty,
held hostage by the shutter of an addict.
Color
Magnificent Prism
Dancing photon on my retina
Traveled far, carrying mustard
Sent packing, cradling hazel
Godspeed little angel.
A tenth for God
a tenth for the future
A tenth for food
a tenth for fun
Three tenths for a house
one for a car
Two more that always
seem to disappear.
the trees dance
to the fiddle
gulfstreamShe makes love to me
with her eyes
We’re yet to even
touch
Grace of a goddess
rolling down my spine
Ichor of intimacy
I belong there
Institutional collapse
sexual revolution
Masculinity in crisis
unearthed fragility
Are we not more
creative than this?
That we are we because
we are not they?
Confident, opinionated voices
torrent from the screen
to the cortices
The sirens call from the mist
Who are you to think on your own?
Don’t listen to voices
Find the inner voice
The curious one
that takes you on adventures
Feed it, befriend it
Let it loose into the world
Watch and see
Mass intellectual psychosis
is one voice away
from a new destiny
Flurry of dust.
It’s a broken world,
full of husks.
All the components -
and there are millions! -
are fragile.
Teetering on an edge.
Reality flowing through me and
touching itself -
When I shut my eyes I
forget I exist.
Heartbroken! Heartbroken!
Who am I to love?
Who am I to be?
It’s maddening this dust,
friction in my limbs.
Toward pain to find truth.
Digging clams on an overcast day
Wind whips belts of sand at
my face.
Why the violence? Why must it be so natural?
The most unnatural of things: for
violence to disappear - oh - but
man says violence is evil,
it is destruction
Possibly.
Who made us stewards of the deranged?