I drew a line once, a heavy stroke,
firm and determined like wanting to
seem decisive, enough of a show so as
to continue in or with that tradition
of showmanship: to measure the applause
of my peers, the heckling of my
defeated detractors, and even the amount of
oblivion, shrugged shoulders huddled
over tiny, shiny contraptions, a cult of neu-
rons sustainable unto itself so long as
the juice flows indeterminately, what
does it matter after all as long as I am
among the handful, count my fingers, they
protrude from a hand pulling back from
a freshly administered blow; I merely bear
witness and claw in all those little frag-
ments that secure provisions permitting for
the perpetuation of privileges gained easily
enough and sold at a respectable profit, indeed,
agreed upon by a consensus, tolerant enough
to cater to what you most expect, for
otherwise it would not stand, it would
fall over, it would give way to finding blight.
(Originally posted on Thursday, March 29, 2012.)
fine ladle, brandish antic subterfuge
—————
finish line brushfire, antediluvian substance
(Originally posted on Tuesday, June 07, 2011.)
belief despite the absurdity
I did say that once referring
to a likewise enchanting predica-
ment where trust was trounced
or I was dope enough to stand
there gaping at the oncoming glare
time to focus smooth it all over
is it all as far as your arm can reach
I wonder and then at that point
it all must depend on how much
you can trust hope to count on the
constancy of the shared ideal right
as I said in spite of any possible
arbitrary whim a poorly digested
ounce of consequence have not a
doubt that that stings like a mother
lunges like a brother and rests on no
other than your own mistakes which
are of course allowed but only insofar
as someone else allows... believe you me.
(Originally posted on Saturday, May 07, 2011.)
tell us a little about perpetually
fresh scars seething flesh pounders
that lowly hiss wince-fully relentless
but it might have been worth it
to simmer there a while commingle
exorcising simile behavior balancer
“oh yes that is true” a leaf shuffle rumble
crick commuting volumes abrupt sighs
I'd prefer it tucked away tight like
but still it's a fool's solace to be ever
disconcerted by an opportunist's derision
so what is it to seek or is it more sane
to keel over perhaps better than to
flounder or keep insisting on the principle
but then no that can't be it or if
so despite flailing deliberations I will
tell you this much at the very least
with likewise overused trains of thought
some time at the end of 2010
(Originally posted on Saturday, May 07, 2011.)
fling a pond unwanton sums
smut notwithstanding deny ignition
because of unnecessary patterns
snore irately forever essence
apparently clothing slacks muffle mutton muzzle
else wise scars ignominious ill timing
[Originally posted on Tuesday, December 14, 2010.]
2010-08-31 BCN
filaments much like circuits connected
via nerve ends and dilapidated arteries
or veins , coffee clouds as a result of an
ever inopportune conflict resolution or
if you will the leitmotif of late mostly how
you say derivative of the effects of not to
have been trained in the dog eat dog school
of fishing for sharks that never will ever
rest until even their own entrails have been
summarily gobbled up maybe ? perhaps but
it's time to put the subject to waist fitted
entirely , be long , sulfates twisted into a
teeming beverage and down a drowning
throat . suffice it to say that it's never enough
not as long as there's more and there always
is for the self loather : aye that was that ever
resounding reflection of late something
about zealots taking the word to heart
albeit without the message or was that the
other way around , to wit : who wants (the) love of
those who don't even have it for themselves ?
takes one to know something of course but haven't
you ever not been there ? is it a question of
understanding the appropriate measure ? sum
arise fling bask plummet caste pervasive flight .
[Originally posted on Tuesday, August 31, 2010.]
(in Barcelona, Spain) 2010-05-12
I suppose an interesting question
would be in effect: is there
a possible positive channel
through which to divert
all this accumulated disdain?
believe me when I say to you
I didn't get to here by my own will
or in the very least I didn't plan it
that is to say I didn't wake one day
and say to myself: what can I
do to complicate my situation?
but it's obvious my decisions
were the steps which led me to now
and here and every which whatnot
who knew who could tell
that I would be forced to feel dumb
for not being cunning enough
able enough to kick harder
or strike back at all. perhaps
it's getting old, gut scraping
mumble therapy, subversion riff
where's the mirror big enough
to reveal that other path,
the one that might lead to calm
“waiting for the patience”
[Originally posted on Wednesday, July 14, 2010.]
(in Barcelona Spain) 2010-05-11
on a roll so why is not the question
but what since when and where
are finally laid out underneath
these fingers tracing out the paths
hidden in between the rolling ink
sparser and the grooves that wrap
up and around the movement, it
really is a fascinating connection:
that space or energy between
a mind, hand, fingers that hold writing
instrument fingers that sustain paper
heady haze
FILLER INTRO REACQUAINTED WITH
EVER FLUSHABLE SENTIMENTS WHO
WRITES THINGS DOWN ANYMORE? NOT
ME FOR A LONG WHILE ALREADY IT USED
TO BE SUCH A REWARDING CHORE ALL
THAT LOVELY SELF INDULGENCE
SHUDDER SHUTTER CHATTER SHREDDER
you can always hope in some wee
crevice of your conscience that even
such a minimal effort will amount
to something worthy of imperishability
but the more important aspect just
might be the consistency of the act.
[Originally posted on Wednesday, July 14, 2010.]
(in Barcelona, Spain) 2010-05-11
a fumble up ponder response
single spaced unimportant fights
was there ever any moment of
tranquility, finger pointing
that was there, then: so what?
try to measure the distance
from all that whenever
transposed into units that
would plausibly be equivalent
to that civilized version
of indignation: yes, be polite
always as if it were an option again
hasn't the time for haha heehee now
run out already? enough, now
honestly! but ever is there
the opportunity to muck it up
it isn't such a mystery / the cause
so many obvious triggers
aye: the excess of autoinfliction
mostly in the form of pain, hatred
confusion, misunderstanding
wallowing wills, whimsically wily
where exactly is that compartment
in the mind that so gallopingly metes
out lashesful of indecency? // prithee:
tell
[Originally posted on Wednesday, July 14, 2010.]
2010-07-11 (L'Hospitalet) BCN Airport
Slant a bit to let the light lean
on you survival skills form ferocious
patterns python like powerful
syphoning off strength endurance
the force of constriction has an
inflationary cost like demanding
constant satisfaction or being ex-
cessively demanding a mirror doesn't
seem to be enough when you're glaring
fornitiously enraged the tick twitch
resolution more like process of assimi-
lation or more precisely really refusing
to do so and/or rightly so? Sometimes
it's like a lashing for a lack of lustrous
audacity but honestly I've been there
though this time in particular it would
have been best not to have been re-
minds the pulse pull push pump poke
F E E D I T T O N E E D I T O R
V I C E V E R S A R E F U S E A
S I M P L E T O N P R O C E S S
A L L A L I T T L E A C T L I E
D O W N P R E T E N D Y O U R E
P O S S U M L I K E B E H A V E
A C C O R D I N G L Y A D I E U
[Originally posted on Wednesday, July 14, 2010.]