Tuesday, December 31, 2024

no one said

 the monster exists

some deep thing

buried in my heart

an early lesson

of pain.

I hurt to define it

hard to exist

it squanders the love

around us into colorless abyss.

I, dare, not, whisper, its name.

Eradicate the pattern,

I worry it persists,

driven too much by our pain.

Not something pretty,

reliant oxygen,

call me the wrong one,

tell me whats right,

I knew in some instant

some total collective endeavour

i can sleep soundly

in my back pocket

the lost forgotten notes

bestiary for the heart.



Wednesday, December 25, 2024

particle shuffle

 think of the axe,

As it tears through a log,

Shattering the core

Of hundreds of years

Broken bare splintered

Ready to burn.

Iron steel

Dense matter

Forged in flames

Made from the heart

Of the tree

As it had died

Buried in time

Unearthed to repeat

All this making / unmaking.

What does it mean?

What secrets does the process

reveal,

What lonely atoms

Lost souls roaming the 

Idea deterministic reality machine.


Tuesday, December 03, 2024

mirror shot

cute cute

so much sweater

cute. That fire fit,

with clawy nails so friggin cute

savage total soul inspiring

mad distracting,

cute.