Tuesday, November 09, 2010

wakeful unaware

to be awake
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

rivers

rivers flow
only time will shape them
or the Army

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

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