Tuesday, November 09, 2010
wakeful unaware
to be aware
not the same
and yet, I am not sleeping
read my mind
and you read my soul
sometimes covered with soot
or the dust of an old book
i've long forgotten i've read
Monday, November 08, 2010
it is not fair, nor is it favorable
wind
water roaring through the moat
wind
fire roaring at the door
wind
fable fabulous , fabricated, fancied, fanciful, fancy, fantasied, fantastic, fascinating, fictional, fictitious, fictive, figmental, forged, formidable
a fart in sleep
wind
photos through an evening filter
man
bread
alone
spirit
anima mea
sound
fury
plymouth
rock
words associated by time, by thematic reading, by traumatic experience
fail to raise the bar because the lawyers are sitting on it
why would I care about that?
it’s not always that the imagination is fully fueled, in a high gear, and cruising. sometimes, it’s idling in the parking lot, waiting for Godot.
man and superman, good and evil, god and creation, all in a paper back, waiting for the sun to rise, then off to the dumpster.
cheeseburgers at midnight and what do you do with a drunken sailor.
someone's mind is somewhere, someone’s thoughts are sometimes a little behind it but it’s survivable
Saturday, November 06, 2010
another poem about love’s demise
the woman came from somewhere north of reality
north because of the coldness of the way
she slit the throat of his his fantasy
and watched it bleed into reality
she did not like the blood
nor the reality of it
and so
she found another dream
one housed in a body that was not his
no further record is known of her activity
the life of the artist as a memory lost in the vacuum of the daily grind
sitting high
above the struggling mass of humanity
the artist sits on a throne carved from the bones of mundanity
memories swirl like the mist over a moor in the early morning of his life
he is awake
but unaware
let nothing stir his reverie
it is all that’s left
of his clever life
another rainy day
der Lebenkünstler lebt
ohne künst
weil es regnet
traurig regen
grauer tag
grauer geist
grau
grau
irrinerungen wachrufen
unvergesslich