As we elicit these secret meanings into existence From existence In a psychophysiological loopback Hey Decipher this, decipher me for me With such casual grandeur  All my broken tracks and tangled wires Loose connections Impedance mismatches All but for your ability to do so In the flesh  While I waver and wallow and weather this…

Breaking through Embryonic arms escape outward Upward to the firmament Wavering nakedly in the noise Hold on Release 2020sm

In the stellar domain of your eyes I am warm with light Your freckles cluster in to constellations For my hands to trace softly Repeatedly Committing your form to memory Orbiting one another Pulsars of adoration Colliding I pull you closer still Consumed effortlessly By your cosmic heart 2020sm

The best poems Are those that arrive Just before unconsciousness Pulled from that inner gravity The black hole of sleep. They say their peace Quietly With little fanfare or rousing of the spirit Then vanish Like light Stricken by night 2014sm

Nothing to be sad about, Though your logic unit may falter And all the clouds look like rats In various modes of vermin behavior, There is love, there is the infinite. The universe cares not for your notations, your sadness over not owning a Cadillac. There is nothing to be sad about, Though the crushing…

Death wraps arms, vines forever upward around the codons leading to you on the edge of existence. Lean forward, out in the infinite, The space our hearts are driven to return to, the same monstrous destiny we frantically wish to avoid, the end, the leap, the transfer. 2014sm

two cookies later and still there is no peace among the constituents of that far off hillside nestled in the outer rim of my skull. they demand more. more cookies. their disruptive demonstrations spread like wildfire over the grey horizons and suddenly all is at need, more ∞, more sugar, more salt, pepper, basil, paprika.…

On the one TV, a gaggle of thick-necked maniacs spewing smoke and profanity, grease and emptiness. Swine rooting in a mess of precoital ritual, liquor, drama, unsubstantiated claims, the truth and lies. Fucking and flinging subtitled [EXPLETIVES] through the black silence of closed captioning, the tone captured as “club music” followed by two generic musical…