No.

grown deep into ground
vision moved like a glacier
over the boulder field
bringing with it an old ice age

with every glare
the rocks bore witness
to my deliberate advance
my existence
they believed in it
as movement

it was this or the sky

which was deeper blue?

stones that crumbled to my endless breath

death crawled on its belly across the earth

the very cliff-faces were novels
to my impending glory
I drank heavy from the history of the world
growing into my own tomb
god pulled galaxies out of my frozen maw
chewing time
like a billion years worth of dying stars

Nothing ever happened, not even this

-Ack I'm continued
from the last strain single
last puzzled thought of night
drip drop drooping oozing
to inarticulate mass
hallucination, what's behind
our refrigerator doors?--but
same old stuff--same old
slattern shit--hang man hangman
what's it gonna be? this is all
a dream anyway, dig? this poem
is last stanzas of a bridge before
of a poem underground of
some mish-a-mash of words
you haven't all but have read--
this preternatural whisk, this demon's
door, this horror drawn 'cross time,
this sad lost, lost happy memory
eulogized, all that has
happened, all time and the universe
has been leading up to this
moment, like birth, like crystallized
embryos shattered and reaching
from out explosions died
aeons ago, died and archiac,
gone and gone and gone
and never-ending, never-here
never-where, in this dream
never-finished, where
there's no one left
to save, no one left
to wake up.

My Distended Universe

From out-through-inward
glances I am walking picture
health, red eyes, not-yet-
so-sagging-skin, not-yet-so-
showing-my-age, a perfect
asked for shell encased
humanity-bubble, walking to
work, walking to the grave,
showing smiles when prompted,
answering back hellos, body
breaking down nobly, mind
stitched together with tv show
highlights, news snippets, party lines,
I have made an effort to appear
unremarkable, to remain unnecessary
a blink of a cog in the great machine
mind civilization, fitfully prepared
for what's expected of me.

fortune teller

boxes stacked upside
down from heaven facing
earth like pyramid corpse
clouds of the infinite
sinking extra-dimensionally
into blue globed linear space
time limited vision reality
speaking in splintered images
they rupture the earth:

I
the past can be pointed to from all sides

II
every photograph we have
of ourselves show faces painted on
paper film skin

III
the future is an endless tidal wave never to break

Open Windows

Chirp, the birds on
angel street, chirping off
highway by-ways,
way
on route to heaven
stars--haven--fifth
dimensional self--
there is nothing thinking
in oneness 4-d first person
perspective of the active
mind, all mine, all floating
mine, all fucking mine,
all there floating fucking
to examine-re-examine
floating fucking floating
twisted into temporal knots
like universal truth
plugged up, swelling, feverishly
attempting escape,
protect our windows, walls
project our sigils dancing
to twilight pretzel swirls
floating fucking all mine floating
all mine all mine mine all
this is a retroactive consciousness
dawning
built into evolutionary time
this is the last solo journey
toward the end
listen as you are me I she he we
engulfed

They all come to this.

No inspiration here

A trickle of letters
     drain
     mildew, harden
     in tub

House hangs on corner
     two legs
     figures of night
     hidden in bathrooms
     past faded lights
     during the day

     step out at sunset
     squinting eyes
     heavy chest

Raise your brow to the setting star
     horizon follows
     a jewel of the west
     bled out

There skis are meant for no one
     they just are
     no destiny in it
     endless earth
     rock
     chipped
     clay

Claw at your heavenly senses
     Saint! Fool! Martyr!

     god is a blank page
     a sea of infinite grey
     unmade
     made

There is but one angel
     touching all times
     one mind

Witness all things
     as no-things

Rock     Ant     Fish     Bird     Dog     Cat     Human     Ape    
Grass     Dust     Fruit     Plant     Mountain     Ocean     Sky

     No Difference
     No Hierarchy

Our lights they've already burned out in the sky.

Our Book

BEFORE
thoz engels
livin en the vooid
i git songs en
me ed ehbout them,
duncha'no?

BEGINNING
there is nothing

DURING
suffer me
these tears crying
fear and hurt
go along with
love and joy
fractures tectonic
plates
earthquakes
ecstasy
despair

NOW
we are reading this together

AFTER
fall into me
i m us bay b
don't use those
words as we are one
cosmos of stars
planets seemingly
deeper still and
never--

ENDING
There is nothing

CRYING OUT!

our CHILD is with ME

SINKing in my GUT

he is words and phrases

IDEAs personified

a last HOPE for manKIND

I can carry him
into the future

wretch and bleed

SPIT HIM OUT

he will crawl on
concrete islands
listen to ivory bones

I can learn without HIM

I am a shuttle
carrying light
to its destination

BLEAR-ing out
unspoken stars

what will it look like
on the HORIZON?

my death--

what will be seen
and unseen--

tell me,

I am choking

tears seek floor
from tired eyes

I have walked too FAR

there is me
with nothing left
ahead,

I watch ALL THIS
EXISTENCE
and
CRY out!

it is morning
only morning
blue sky BLUE SKY

a child GROWing
ALONE

GRAY eyes
vibrating VISIONS

we are thoughts
thrown before us
stretching deep into the
past

DO YOU
REMEMBER
MILKY WAY?

how we got here?

my stomach erupts
puss piss blood guts goo

crawl from me!

take that STEP

be BORN

screaming into GREAT ABYSS

it is LIFE! KNOW!

IT
IS
LIFE!

I let go

And on the edges
like paint chipped
old and lead weighted
colors ancient drip
from cracked ceiling
cracked reality cracked
walls, flood of color like
love and the universe
staring through so much
I reach my hand in blinding
ooze of light and shape and
shadows some being beyond
the rim of understanding voices
like flashlights out into the sea

there comes and end to
everything and becoming
nothing is the next step

I let go

but not long enough

walk along the hard brown
shore listen to the hum of the
river the drowning wind
recall you've heard all this before,

only once

and that was moon
hanging overhead
overheard

what shape?

pull the rift closed
wipe running paint clean

it dries up again
it is lost
there where there
is no heavy drip
where the paint is sealed

there was never a hand
a body a reach a pull

only a funny dream,

Standing

Three days ago
                          there were whispers

many boulders
                           fall through time

often you'll catch them
                                      as feathers

in the corners
                        of your eye.

two days ago
                       you disappeared

along with the rest
                               of the human race

sucked through galactic straws
                                                at the very edge of time.

Yesterday I stood alone
                                       reaching into the void

all that's left now
                           stardust and empty seashells

echos of voices
                          faint sense of seeing eyes.

today I am nothing
                               but thick dark sky

fading comets
                       dying embers of universe

the final learned things
                                     shattered stone.

Manifesto

I am returned champion,
I am david meets goliath,
I have met the Greek choruses,
given them songs to sing,
I will be reincarnated in the past,
present, future, I will disprove
linear time, I have watched
the sun replace the moon
and back across 7,000 miles
with no sleep, I have pondered
the stars, become the stars,
I am a flashing comet,
I sad jester, a homebound hobo,
I have done nothing which is
everything, I see no value in gold
am too poor to melt it all,

I belong to noone
and everyone, I see the lines
and strings, the prediction
the reckoning, I understand
so little of it,

I am one thing one instance
one piece of the whole stretched
back towards all time,

I have written nothing
that has not come before.

I Dwell in Milk

NOW

I AM SPEAKING

I AM ART

THE SKY IS ONE WITH
MY VISION
MY VISIONING
MY VISIONARY SOUL

I HAVE TRANSCENDED
                                          to what?
I ask the ether
TO NOWHERE
                                          is [her] answer
WHERE EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING
AT ONCE
I see it all--
                  or I can tell what's missing
I AM TRUSTWORTHY
                                       for
                                   the first
                                      time
I (EXIST) PURELY WITH EVERYONE
I AM BEAUTIFUL
ALONE
TOGETHER
EVER
EVER

I saw the sun fall past the horizon
screaming out the name

I HAVE BURNED AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD

I AM MITHRA

I
BRING
BACK
FIRE
TO
LIGHT
THE
EARTH
EVERLASTING

Bulldozer war homes

Her castle is a shadow
puppet's lair built deep into
the gold damp mountains
under the crystal sidewalk
stairs--it's down south,
ancient president--dead
society--fitted beards;
It's a chin up kinda place
at the end of ended streets
a make believe cauldron
beneath wronged stars--mistaken
constellations--scatterd maps--
it's below the sea-level line
an anachronism 4.6 billion times--
it's a home with bladed grass
and circus traps--

it ain't far off the armada's path--

God creates love ever

There was this.

I've been asked to repaint the universe
start with the fundamental cell
that one that isn't there
unless you look for it

it is non-existence
.
I walked to the basement,
only took 12 billion years,
the lights never work
down there
and it takes half the time
times 2 to get back
where we started

where we started.

I've been tasked to remake the universe
it isn't there

I've been wandering for ages
looking for signs
but there's only words
for direction

they don't break much
or change
they are misdirection and maps

I am growing weak

I've already been old

there's a week left to entropy
they say
tho I haven't seen a janitor down
here in ages (or evers)
it's been entropy since our eyes
met the continental oceans
of past

Janitors always see the end
in everything in everyone

I found the broom closet
somehow with all the dark

I unscrewed the light bulbs
but the closets were empty.

On this note, I God, Recreate

This is how we
turn the box universe--al
nature of time
dilated time flowing
outward toward fingers
colors molting parasol
twist it and my chin is
tormented toward pillow flamingos strips
forever sadly
this world is a falsity paradise
I write it.
Chicken scatch.

...

How far away is the past?
Can't remember beyond years

...

The Mexico I dream is
a waste of paper
Shillings, an-
a good gift
lowered

...

What do I write for?
Nothing happens
I don't understand
Illusions are inconsequential ecstacy

...

No ends or birth
dank street snow
like paper poly-color orgasm
It's sad, if I let them know
they're constructs, will
I be forced to live alone
in memorial darkness?

...

Afraid to get up
thirsty, will the
universe lose itself
in porno-lying freckle bloody explosion?

...

We're come by ways
shredding space
outside unreality
I hesitate to admit
I'm the cause,
Let there be Light!

...

I could care loo
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
ng
enough to wrap this
never existence in
my memories

What is snow?

But I asked
Human Trust.
Abyss.

...

I wonder if my novels
ever lied
If they're all false then,
I never littered outside...

...

When I find these in my back pocket
In the morning
hours hours
I'll forget it's all false
and live-

...

Did the machines wince
when they birthed us
into terrifying existence,
weeping.