Monthly Archives: August 2013

myth

i am starving on your forest floor
a
farmer learning to hunt

so

i hunt you down


gustav will have a new nationality

i
want to battle for your beauty
until you
turn into klimt
a quilted
painting where you
become a
finished puzzle

i want to build a bulldozer for
war
be a fighting seabee
that knows
nothing illegal in politics
creating only
safety in runways,
where you
could model for the warriors
paint you
on their planes before
dropping silence
on the nothingness floor
below

in violence i
discover you
and in construction i
can recreate you

afterwards

your painted beauty will
be kept safe
in
a diamond mine
where all of history
is kept ready
for the winner
and the heroes can
rush in from hollywood
or bollywood
and tell the world what
really
didn’t happen…….


the squared circle

from
the top of
your
mind grows
a tree.
the
leaves are
falling
and you tell
me
it’s october.
i
dream further
wondering about
age
v.s
youth –
what is the
difference?
and i
tell you
it’s mind
over
body,
activity
v.s
activation.
your hair grows
into
the tree
and
your clothes
in
autumn,
hang out on the
branches
to dry in
cool
air.
i
lay at the base
of your
tree
realizing
i am
sleeping
by your feet.
it is an
earthy-earthly
existence.
rich
soil and
soft moss –
i
reach back
up
and explore
further inwards
to
your mind,
and the dream
tree
sets down
a
swing –
we are there
together
comfortable in
our bodies.
found in our
minds,
age is lost in
unity
– there is no v.s
the
battle is over


now…….

found
a howard
swindle book

found
a
howard
swindle
book

found a howard
swindle
book

found a howard swindle book

found
a
howard swindle
book

…he’s dead now


the answers my friends……….

martin luther king speech
syria
the last 8pm sunset for 2013
i’m
not sure what it all means
but
the canadian postal service may
be gone by
next
year too


bird of heaven

you can fly with the birds
they flock to your
red
hair
your arms outstretched
not flapping
but ready somehow
transformation
taking place
your prayer is lost on a dream

your

body that stands naked in the falling air

your

feet on solid ground
stretching out and reaching for the
birds that fly around
and call you

take flight

feel the air in your red hair
muscles you never
use
skin that pimples pores
and starts the
process

producing feathers
turning arms-to-wings
leaving
air, ground no
more


her crazy hair years

i
draw the cave
man drawings
on
your flat belly
the mountain peaks
in pencil
above the
belly
button
below your chest
while on your shoulders,
the animal
is at rest

it

cuts your legs
this black
and white nothing
photo

this

art is too extreme
your
eyes tell me
so

so

i stop with the pencil
and pull
out the feathers
you
can fly away
and leave
me here
your
cave man
drawing
from imagination
imagining
what it was
you

used

to

look

like


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