Ephermeratic
Listening to “Every time you fall in love” by Cigarettes After Sex
To K.K.
18 février 2024
Bolton
The land is fertile for feeling-
Compulsion, pulsations, sensation-
A simple kiss can send a man reeling.
Excitation numbs dumb- rule of repetition.
For a moment your eyes danced with possibility
Cruel ravager of hope, birther of imagined bliss
Things fall apart- evanescence of eventuality,
Tyranny of intangibility- on my lips rest, wisps.
Sweet words of night turn sour in light
And I savor the rotten, vinegary, acidic.
The moon whispers indulgently- the sun scalds, in white.
What is putrid, is power, thus, the psychoanalytic.
You see in me a man-
In the mirror, there’s but change
Why I can- from where I am- of what I am.
Synthesia self- skin shedding, how strange!
Take a picture- look at the screen- we aren’t there.
Spirits materialize in our eyes- capture
The fleeting form, and the essence is nowhere.
You won’t see us reconnected- we’ve gone to online rapture.
Reach out in my ethereal hand-
Experience so ephemeral, life
This solidified amalgam of lost sand.
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Titanomachy
12 février 2024
Bolton
The world watches-
Waiting for a shaking of the earth.
A hulking behemoth lurks at the horizon-
Monumentality kaleidoscopic, myriad.
We are beset by microscopic colossuses-
From every fold of neurons,
They hide their hegemony.
On their shoulders ride worlds unimagined
And, as Odysseus, we seek to blind them.
Yet the eye remains perceiving-
Flying, floating, multiplying,
We cannot sly so easily the giant
Being made enormous by an abundance of humanity.
So let us arm ourselves with what we may
Civilization stands fraught watching crumble
Her own children, and its innards
The Hecatoncheires stand ready to hail
We ought greet them with all honor.
The smallness of our society will cripple
If we release the totality
The in many, the many through one
The path must refract and reform
Unity, then will wait in
Tartarus, and olympus.
If we have the courage to seek it.
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Soul Abyss
To A.N.
February 8th, 2024
Bolton
Friend, the cold gust of dread
I don’t know how to prevent it from going to your head
This world-water is so vast
And us little droplets, so outcast.
Deep tides may us push and pull,
But maintain your flow- don’t mull
The dark under your currents are just one ocean
From the warming light you are frozen.
We are sailors, navigating our course
Without a map, means, or mast- have force?
Poseidon will pull- but you know the depths,
What better way than to ride crests?
Let your soul rain on the stirring sea
We’ll be there to catch the thunder, your friends and me
Because to be an ocean most sublime
You must know barren beauty, and bitter brine.
Swim down then, where dark stars’ light
The weight of waves will give you might.
I believe in your transformation, o orpheus
Continue the struggle, through laborious
In the deepest charybdis
I know how the water swells, in this
Life that shows no relief-
Drowning in sadness- you may swim out of the abyss.
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Una
4 février 2024
Bolton
The one is multiplicious
The ocean batters the stone.
Souls are salacious, duplicitous
Even melts the gold of a throne.
In the great torrent of samsara
Clinging like rats to the individual
How dilapidated today, duty and dharma,
Every colony of ants, a made miracle.
Chiseled of day, I want impermeability
Rain seduces solidarity to sin
To separate- to bind- to preserve- insipid individuality
The mouse searches forever, the seed in the wind
Action echos, the world envious of entropy,
The lake will settle in a few eons
In the dead of the nights, we sing transitory elegies
Rage against the bower- chop down the trees-
Your formidable form is tapered by a breeze
But you burn in the vines and sow the grain-
Rows of furrows, to which you are fain.
Send me out into the sea
I desire a viking sati
When all of me is drowned
Heart, soul and spirit
The vast ocean swallows, waltzing in three.
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12/14/23
February 8th, 2024
Le désir qui ne vient pas à la tête
Le désir qui ne vient pas à la tête
Se perd facilement, que j’admets
Comment on était ensemble,
L’amour à l’ennui, est-il semblable?
Je te cherche dans le brouillard des visages
Les âmes que j’ai aimées ou détestées, une cage
De cuivre électrifiante, telle est l’amour
Je t’en étais si sale, quelle coeur
Ton odeur a facilement dissipé
Sans toi je me bloque, frustré
Orbitant ton emission, c’est facile de manquer
Quand ce qui épanouit dans la noir est planqué
En entremêlant mon espirit le lierre
A corrompu notre ??, la pierre
Si chère la fidelité fiancière,
Une creancière, toi qui m’étais chère
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