kinGship

cold winds come
you know that
I know that
a soft white magick
presses its
skin against the
night
all I know
is how to drive
deeper
deeper into it
a hammer
a silent nail
a mercy
unto itself
there is no
concern
only stinging flesh
and a kinship
I almost
forgot

tootootoot

the only kind of
death I ever understood
in a primal blues hound sort of way
in a musky psychedelic grace sort of way
is a blameless eternal hunger
pressing into the backs
of the youth
gently
as they face the fires that
hold up the only moon
beyond the cat's quiet night
a bearded wisdom of cold empty space
a house held in the chest
as ash mixes with dirt

these children who animate
themselves with bright black feathers
they see themselves as werewolves
not the phosphorescent machines
their parents saw
glowing behind dreaming tubes
all hung up on bones
no
the thought presses into their backs
gently

glassfish

get high
and read things you don't agree with
after all
the pope has been dethroned
and you are simply blessed
to be

fountains of wang

you are a fountain
feeding yourself the depth of movement
sustained by a glittering hologram
born into the rawness of giving
i am tossing into you both sides of my coin
for wishes easily fulfilled
don't try so hard
you're already flowing into me
and I am everyone

tenderending

do i dream the earth's dreams
half-dissolved innocent in silk
a vortex of unconscious song
do i travel a many splendored humiliation
between she and her reverent satellites
tasting of the silver vibrating essence of
fools who dwell upon her dark crescent
to build churches for them
to dance with elements of non-being
is it i who yelps longingly with coyotes
for bloods of the new bardo
or am i an android dreaming of electric sheep
on the dark side of the earth
you never see

is it told by stars that light will sweat
and make a language of textures slipped
filtered through the singing trees
shared among bodhisattvas and chupacabras
banging away eternal youth on warped space
meeting allies in caves and
dancing like awkward foreign worms
never straying from our common abyss
am i not that
pierced by a familiar light
subdued by electric natives with
a wooded breath reaching back
with or without earth
on the dark side of the word
you never see

Transparents

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