cavernous self
9 de junio 2024
Jittery Joes at UGA
core-coal from deepest of mines
dug to power my being and fuel my mind.
heart hollowing to flesh find
into the cavernous self- gems of many kind.
the miner, brightened by time away from the sun
soot-smile, ligament spun
seek ore- it won’t outrun
for the tunnels may only grow deeper: many are the tons.
and when sounds the canary call
On emerald ears deaf downfall
eager becomes envy, death chews its hall
and the miner, valiant, striking at the wall.
He, weight-winding, watching his round
slowly ascending the debt he owes
Excavator extreme, king of woes
that sad smith Satan, caringly knows.
there goes a life lit by a spark
Spent silver searching ignoring the lark
destruction is creation- in the light of the dark
self sparkling struck- soul, yet unmarked
I take psycho-pick in heart hand
duty deepened, mineral man.
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Data drowned
16 September 2024
Bolton
feel the fiberglass, friend form,
blackest reflection, boring beams.
to human-men being hate hurries
by killing bright consciousness.
surf-sailing, across the spider-sea,
rowing, data-drowned, in rich darkness,
acid-adders of light, addiction to a yoke,
hands handled, against height
ring receiving reduced to feast
gluttony of the mind, egregious nothingness,
Usurpers, ululation of undercurrent
and loathe lapping of waves, lulling the way.
Non-identified and identical and idle
Enthralled to the thunder of tech-terror,
unknowning, undoing of order.
Sweetening the satisfaction of sooth
present-plastic peace
inorganic ocean, obstructing discomfort
knowning navigators cast with knaves,
the magnificence of men, not so mightily to ash.
Let us erode our stone hearts by this refrain-
lest by our ignorance drowned to know again.
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Soul blown in body-box
16 Septiembre 2024
Bolton
mental moon, milk of gods,
mind waxes, wanes like tides,
worship change-good, we crave the god,
fog-frenzy, I forth, foolish.
beamless branches, bastard of purpose
Growth gnawing, with greatness hungry
Roots wrapping round, redundantly rich,
contract-crave, uncouth wish.
to synthesize souls, my unseen desire
gamble in the Eden garden guarding Faust.
I’ll masticate’s Mephistos fruit, the meats richest.
four corners’ current coming to shore.
waterworks woven by writhing tides,
warriors bearing to battle-blows
with minds drowned in duty dear.
feet forth- the future isn’t far.
mental moon through mind fog
Forgive my fallacies- with future unbright.
I am the moon-melding, made machine on the moor,
Soul blown, in this body-box.