words

Whiskey in the dark
Straight
No chaser but the memories of an old man
Defining a pattern to follow
To actualize in the after
Knowing better yet knowing that knowing so holds no relevance in the solipsistic ego

I can see your face now, old man,
More clearly than when you stood before me
Wavering
Ranting needles at the walls
I see through you
I see into me

Recursively
Self defining self like programmed cell deaths
Burning at the edges,
Cold at the center
Consuming one another for the warmth to sustain

I become you, old man,
In the pattern you have set I interweave my own
So that only the matrix of our higher forms are present
Negating these murky brown stained and soiled shadows
Allowing photons
to pass through
Lighting up the path
For our future selves

2019sm

A million conversations intertwining and unwinding within the cave of my skull
Always it is this way
The thoughts reflect back from the bone walls
Echoes, trembling in the dark
And what little light is present reveals ancient carvings, primitive drawings and verses scrawled and etched into every illuminated surface
Longing for an answer, a call back that isn’t my own tremulant voice
Echoes, harmonics resonating then recessing
Echoes, scared and infantile feedbacks
Forever folding inward

Watching loved ones enter the earth,
Merging with the energy in the dirt
Escaping the loop while we remainders of the body
Stand stoic in the rain, clutching the ring as it spins
To keep from flying off into our own ever after
Clinging to this ticking rock
As it rolls through cold and vacuous space

2019sm

Underneath everything
Dear John
Resting at the seat of the conscious meter,
Recording wordlessly the joules of this human condition
In the shape of me and my patterns,
Learned and unlearned

Dear John
Upon that throne of knowing
Silently observing
The endless meandering of my wound up windings

You are still here,
There,
A virtual presence
in rent controlled cerebral space
I reflect upon your visage
As I define and redefine
The concept of being a man among men
Drawing over and over again
My reflection in the face of the son

Bridging the hippocampi I
Straddle the shadow and the id
Reforming the ego in the shape of eternity
Linear pre-correction before the filter mask
Dear John
I am nothing if not grateful

2019sm

Climbing up through and through
the vines and tentacles,
Watching with primate abandon
The arthropods lovingly traverse the earth,
Free for a moment of this isocortical cell,
Breathing in the beam of gods scattered gaze

Here in the light I find myself,
Warm and present,
Separate from the dark filamentary,
Awake for this singular moment
Observing the assemblage of time
As it progresses, taking us with it
Combining these separate pieces of ourselves
Into being

Howling with purpose,
Meaning courses through arterial ways
And I bare teeth at any and all vertebrates
That dare unseat us
From these branches of insight
Glowing in the aerial gloom

2019sm

All these states of matter
Along orbital shells I loop ionic
Traveling between valence rings
In the great transfer of energy,
The primordial flow of everything

Through clouds of probability
I condense into a moment,
A vast measure of existence
Held within a single breath,
Then release and repeat

I am removed and returned
In perpetuity
Charged bodies pushing and pulling
Approaching neutrality,
Annihilating the anti-being

2019sm

Hot coke in the sun
Another day where best intentions
Vaporize before you
Why listen when there’s so much in silence

Chemical warfare explodes
Flooding these galactic reservoirs
Dimensional nodes electric
The great struggle to remain
A Prisoner of the Body

Molecules expire in waning breaths
Stars shiver in their dark cavities
And all in a race to return
Local gravities like mycelium roots
Holding us here, vapid
Raging against this existence
Waiting to be released

2019sm

In the transits of stellar witness do I find myself
So small
Minute
A speck of energy in the great exchange
Radiating outward this hidden light within
Heat
Trapped and anxious
Hitching for a ride home

Red waves penetrate the night
Shifted
Curving along the path of greater objects
Locked in their own orbits of longing
Waiting for that one destined collision
Merging
One again with everything

Flux is the true state of being,
Acting and reacting in tumultuous arcs
Strong forces gracefully dancing in the infinite
Leaking in from some hidden dimension
The synaptic fires of all god’s thoughts
The secret facilities of her telencephalon
Guiding us all forward in timeless voltage
Vectors anchored in endless phasing

2019sm

Life in glass repose
Patiently waiting for the break
Shattering this plane of transparent vulnerability

Reduced to pieces
Tempered intimacy broken and sharp
An earthbound cluster of light reflections
Expiring stars peacefully streaming
Piercingly dividing the old form from the new

Swept up and discarded
This galaxy returns to raw materials
The frame, empty, free and open
Accepting the passage of light and sound
Thermal currents
Welcoming the cosmic dust
Brought in with the wind

2019sm

Sipping wine from a great plastic cup
I know nothing and am wiser for it
Cameras everywhere conceal us
Encode us in transport streams bound for backlit monitoring
Packets of protocoled proofs
Delivered unceremoniously as binary bits
The great watchers judge us quietly in dim rooms
Dividing us into these and those
Stale datatypes deprived of meaning
Beyond the value of our behaviors
Make no mistake for they are watching
Witnesses
Terminal keepers at the gate
Elected by none though allowed by all
We are trapped in their video reference

2019sm

Breathe
Consume freely the electric remedy
Floating forever in the air
Chase the spirits for their secrets
Coarsely wound in waning hair

Breathe
Separate isotopes to live and sing
Grease the wheels and go on dancing
Give way to offerings

Breathe
Arise to ancient rhythms
Conjure shapes in abstract forms
Begin and end simultaneously
Discharging in the storm

2019sm