Your preciousness
I do not want to take.
I do not want to change
Each pure thoughts of your mind.
For in the end
What could become
Of each indelicacy
I had laid
Upon your brow
To lead you there?
And in the dance
Or necromance
I’d steal your deepest soul
Tattoo you
With six six six
Marked
Consumed my prey.
Tag: mind
Racket In My Brain (day 3081)
There’s a racket in my brain
That’s been gone for so long
That makes all the mess:
Chicklets on the table,
And memories of messages
Written in block
On beige walls of the cold school
Eluding so many.
This, as so,
Has taken up my mind
And left me unguarded
To the whims of the Mafia
We call World Order.
So where can I go?
Who can I look to?
For the racket in my brain
Seems to like all the rain.
Resting Letters (day 3078)
The decorum of my heart
Washed away what little worries
Came to mind,
For deep within the bowels
Of this tanned and weathered soul
Rests an old dog
Reading a novel
Satisfied with the new leaf
Of time
That spreads its cape
Over the letters of you and I.
Distinct Jumps of the Mind (day 3076)
My mind wanders around
The curves of your soul
So that it jumps and jetters
Like a rusted automobile
Lurching and squeaking,
Solid and heavy
With a distinct perseverance
Against the constant decay
Time always tests.
But it always returns
To the same parking spot,
Slightly encroached upon
By the wild weeds of nature
Also hanging on strong,
So that home is known
And the whispers of water
Flow from my soul to yours
In the dull gray of the road
On the dull gray of the wheel.
Mind Rumors (day 3073)
I want to hold you now
– But I am stricken
Though I do not know
Why I must depart and wait.
Thus my breath deflates,
And the ghost asks:
“What blows against your soul?”
But I do not know,
And I do not speak to it
For it spreads rumors
And my heart cannot handle
Any more rumors from my mind.
Become (day 3063)
Thus I swing
Ripping strings
That reach from mind to action
Heaving metal
With gravity,
Pendulum,
And muscle.
A force
That I become.
Singing (day 3058)
I am trying to get it to sing to me
Willing it with my mind
And even as I sit here calm
I wonder how long it will remain.
No sound do I dare make
For fear that it should be startled
On its mind, no doubt instinctual
Hunting for its food.
I listen to the night sky pass
My heart and orbs of light
My mind full of nature’s song
I hope it will remain.
Dirt and the Saints (day 3041)
I sat there understanding nothing
No question to my mind
Yet sorted out was a figment
Lost in a region I wouldn’t dare enter again
For I had fought that battle
Recklessly
I had lain that flying Dragon down
With my Sword I had wielded mighty
Patiently sitting
Understanding nothing
And staving off the thoughts
That raced around mine head
For inside of them
Lurked what voices I had yet to recognize
Some surely to be Saints
Some no doubt to be Dirt.
Fever (day 3032)
Whisper in my ear tonight
I am fever all over
Locked inside a cage and screaming
My mind is all made up.
Without your scratch
Drawing blood from my veins
I have no mercy in my heart
Thunderous is my every start.
The clouds have opened,
The Gods have yelled,
Ground has shaken underneath,
Here my spine blows in the wind
Shaking at this fever.
Gray Angel (day 3024)
I am not an angel.
My wings broke,
And the sky laughed
While sun spit pink
Upon both edges
Of the letting horizon,
And just as trees
Bagan to bend
Like wings of a crow
Moving again,
My two feet
So placed
Into thick layers
Of mud, unfolding,
Began to tremble
And quake
Further losing development
Of each gray spot of mind.