Wednesday, March 06, 2013

Stasis Cracking





Stasis cracking,
where folded again and again,
the material thins...

The Gilderman spots drops of overmuch moisture on the wing
as the nose is pulled downward by mirthful gravity,
the Earth calls for a kiss.

The formless dark of the future looms as a mountain
and may not be topped.

Appears a conceptualized barrier of grasping gnarls,
the lingering fears like February’s bare branches,
the last dormant sticks stretch to scratch at his feet.

Willing the next mountain be topped.

Eyes bright before find less to see
it seems, but only as they can perceive,
as visions fail in the west must follow around to be lost in the sea,
as our candles gutter in boiling tanks of radioactive seawater.

We have left our legacy behind.
We’ve self incriminated as careless shadows barred in pinstripes,
thugs of apes, hairless and flipping off
the mountain tops, jagged and roped with dead adventurists.

The midnight clocks stop as we defy Time
and defile our original rhythms,
extending the darkness, and blacker lies than
Light defeats Night.

And every day there are more faces where they shouldn’t be,
expressive phantoms smiling strange,
winking at this sanity.

with mimi we in tone
just make it stop

for god’s sake, don’t cut anymore
leave me beside the battlefield
don’t wonder

just let me piss in this pot and be done

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