rapscallion
may 31
sura
what of the officer? a practitioner of martial law.
today there are blood red seams in the eyes of th
e encountered. Christ I understood you today w
hen I could not see. what of the observant? let m
e yet see the Samaritan. they say we will wash th
e mace from your sight. what of it? the deranged
lie in wait. what of a failure to protect? the deran
ged lie in wait and I burn. She stumbles to lift m
y lashes from the tatters of earth and convenient
medicine. what of the napalm rose? so effete the
y say we will wash the mace from your sight. wh
at of the black salve? what of the red seam? wha
t of Christ on the local line? what of the lost? wh
at of the unsalvageable? what of my eyes? I see n
o thing; nor say of people. the sun settles. Hayya'
alas-salat, Hayya' alal-falaah hands outstretched
lift my lashes with which I’ve learned to manipul
ate my world. now, what of the napalm rose? I h
ave not closed my eyes I have not closed my eyes
sauvage.
I haven't posted any of my new poems lately. Only random ideas in form. Here's something a little fresh and a little stale. (W.C.Williams)
she walks barefoot in the rain; on the deck
she yells for the dog. It does not respond
It is young and headstrong. she s
wears; footprints just left of
center
Transcription II
if you understand your solitude
desire is a waiting game. but you do not
think yourself alone. you are dressed in
expectation. sodden in loyalty
your dreams are of reality
simply missed from miscalculation...+/
inaction
grey (no say to whitman)
the weight of the revolution is relative to its oppressive state
there is need for order and anarchy
and it goes
-found itself a good person on a bad day
-found itself a bad person on a good day
you are alive and grey in the middle,
watching
Nick Lee Conspiracy & VTS
Who says nothing good comes from L.I.?! (I do--whatever)
Recommend: Billy the Squid
Recommend: the Doldrums
maybe
natives in a foreign world
inherit the dissatisfation of
the collective consciousness
purpose can come from
anything with a placed importance
the earth endows
the hand, endows
the mind,
endows the hand,
endows the earth.
There is no such thing
as every infinite angle
in the logic of abraham's
trial.
(we've dreamed of infinity
it is in everything)
VIII
I watch the spirits in single fil
e wrenching silent sounds
from the century wood
of the staircase. w
here I stand na
ked in VIIIs
with a g
uitar co
vering
my sack.
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