Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Distance Dementia


distance dementia dogtown arbor wishing lovers lying fallow fun time showering else always flowering if to the coons drawn snarls till the blue churls churn in clouds of misting fire temperance flies too long and too low for the casual death of dark dreams and silly themes friends to no king but the fallen man in the government hospital bed forgotten and left alone with his neglected newspaper route lie left in strangers’ eyes lies made and left behind on the bus strange ways of passing time of ticking down the silent seconds where we should have been screaming and beaming our uniqueness to billboards on mars and pluto and to strange shapes glimpsed on titan where the sleepers wait to lives full of delicate gross expression to speed and insult to the animal who urinates on your trees in the middle of the night to the dark ships seen in the brief lighthouse eye adrift and drifting in toward this rocky shore what comes for us what comes for just them what will be my sole pain to be unshared unsaid befallen forgotten destroyed remember reborn and thrust back down again I see the electron glow in the people’s eyes their claw like hands clutching the ilife, the good life of berserk infamy the disassembly of the powers of being human the bright knowledge retained the language thick and meaningful dropped down the level of closed captioned cats without pause without punctuation without intention or apology for foresight or hindsight or dreams thought of with originality but only dropped down to reboots and lack luster scandals of vamps and charlatans bring me the alien invasion the evil great foe the world war of clean black and white and easy animosity bring me the survival story of our forefathers and our grandchildren anything but this post post post modern banality of this endless wait at the Godot bus stop give me the old testament destruction and judgment give me the trouble and the sacrifice the heroic choices and the life of legend make me brave and inconsolable make me the invisible desperate man who cannot abide the lies and masks of this diluted civilization give me rockets up ship go give us a frontier a different tier something beside the reality tiara of shinning stupid celebrities and endless internet villains drop kick me jesus into a world devoid of spell check a world measured once again in honor and truth and mug me for these silly nostalgias I never had make me able to wait for the present to arrive and to close my eyes to the future canceled by the past make this my final hour before I ask for another alm make me human make me human give me trees and let me kill and create and burn my masterpieces before they’re made I will I will fill this bucket with my own brains if it means plugging in a circsaw and then fingers of dream and rivulets of meat as ever there was

2 comments:

Valyna said...

Again... this is still so very good. Delicious, even. I look forward to naming future paintings after snippets of your thoughts imbedded in this piece. A total word and thought orgasm letting me delve into the folds of your brain.

Sigh.

I love thee.

Helskel said...

and I can't wait to take a shot of it and frame something strange in the darker rooms