My finer reality

this dismembered vision
held on to rough edges
not something seen
felt
originated in sleepless
head drooping nights
of finer reality
driving me mad
or into madness
or into a realization
of madness already come
too late here
feeling the twisting
pinwheels
beyond

I bleed out from
the outside
in torrents of color

I am a prismatic ghost

at least I think or thought I was
or maybe am
if this is what I am thinking
or have thought or is
what I have felt
or perhaps seen
at least thought I saw or think
I was seeing

still phantoms feed me eyes
showing all single strands of time
forcing memory upon me
drowning in kaleidoscopic
whirlpools derived from dreams

this disembodied vision
held together by fragile strands
like rain in twilight of summer days
something heavy
fleeting
originated in the sleepless nights
of my finer realities

I.01.I

thousand
fingers jam
on heated keys
play on like player
piano keyboard
letter stamped
nightmare visions

A lonely balcony
rotting wood panels
wind gust
by

hair tossed with
flower petal
fall

a scent of spring
whirl from
cascade hills down
mountain side above
clear and golden
meadow

haunted house

open view for miles

far as eyes

SEE

far as human thought

you are one thing
with me
upon me of
me

I am nothing that
ever was

only a stray thought

EXISTS

breaks dirt
rises from brown
hard soil

gasps into air

FLOATS

is word letter gray fog

BURNING

oil
lamp home stray
fire

for all mouths to

SEE

thousand
searching ears
touch finger tips
bathe toes in
cool turquoise
spring

CLEAN

humanity as one
hulking beast
but sure
calm steps lightly
on greenish
coils

a universal graveyard idea

a whiskey colored jar

SIP

pins and needles dancing
flesh

foxes cats burglars
birds of prey

the forest floor

a lonley planet
traveling through pinkish space
ahead of time

A Marching Sound

I
walked
into shape of
night

pupils dilate slowly

it is
much like
the day

so much so
I walk easily out
nothingness

in
    my
         dream
                   there
                           are
visions

I follow them
to open green
field sharp grass
sharp smell of spring

so
completely and utterly
forgotten

a marching sound
heavy boots on leather
roads

a bell rings
twice
an unknown chime
unheard of

in
   my
        waking
                    there
                            is
dissonance

I search two bodies
wandering in piecemeal
moving on divergent
paths

we come face to face
silent stares
passing

strangers in stars amongst
the milky way sky
a picture book image of
the universe

steady shrinking
inaudible scream

in
   my
        eyes
               are
                    your
eyes

in the morning
your sun
washes shadows
hangs them up
to dry

begins anew.

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

When we hit it

when we hit Cali
I'll wear a Panama hat
Hawaiian shirt & khaki shorts,
because it's Spring
ride that look the rest a' the way
'cross rainbow desert expanse
sky painted ghost towns
knowing old forests
foggy ancient mountain ranges
those great & mysterious American rivers--

I'll christen myself
old man of the road
the fading spirit infinity--
                        forever wandering
                                                   soul
going
bitterly achingly to death
     one heavy mile--one golden
                                               bridge--
                              one earthly abyss--
at a time.

She's a Reflection

Her glass stare shattered
on playground concrete,
her steely vase reflected
hips and ass

her nakedness was a child's myth,
clumsy,

boy's recalled only the purple sky
or was it golden
like her eyes that day?--

"no one matters," she spoke
like a question festering
as they hung on her every word,

she had those legs like the end
of a dream

unimaginable.

For you

I saw your city
sink into the muck
of our collective
past,
a monument
to failure,
a laughing joker-sun
brilliantly coal red
in the summer
dying fire--

I marked it down
in my journal
of revelations
to scrawl on the
wall of bone dry hells
of our sometime
future,

I sang a song
that was a lie
so beautiful
as it disappeared
into the horizon
centrifuge,

just so you can claim it
as yours,

I'm giving it away--

Half past the gas stations

A vision on that dirt
Lexington, Kentucky road,
standing on barrier between
worlds
         given
         to
      descending
           imaginings
on red railings
made
   of God's metal
American metal
in and
          out of America
alone on the border
of
    ALL
EXISTence
                   I heard
followed in the
rising heavy
                  pounding sky
a tumbling chorus
imploring me
to
OPEN my EYES 
                           for
all times
             for every waking body
forever and ever
there
       is an infinite trail OUT here
that YOU must take
and never stop
never stop
never go back
wish all well
                   and cut THOSE
                                      ties
you've work to do before you
die
you've roads to cover
before you die SO
be weary
SON
you'll never
be done
            get
                 mo
                      ving.

IN dreams i'm MAD, have VISIONS

Once I wrote it all out, tho
you won't believe me,
it was splattered on my floor
in rich, vibrant colors and non-colors,
non-existent breaths and streaks of sky,
I stepped around the letters
each morning when I awoke
from heavy sleeps with hair
tangled about my sweaty face,
everything was there, all we wished to say,
it was perfect, beautiful, a world unto itself,
the etching, the care, each curve and straight line
of it a truth much like death unavoidable, each fucking
lettered space unbelievably serene, I'll tell you
I kept each thought in pristine condition,
never dropped a sandwich crumb,
and it was hard, and it weighed on me
until I forgot
and I scuffed it, until I hated those old gashes and
lovely curls, that truth I'd seen enough of,
I spit on it this morning, in the cool
light with the toilet running,
I wrote your name on the walls.