the real to the unreal

too hot, on the bed that night
shirts off, in the phantom light
of the city, in this hardened land
skin on skin, under the ceiling fan
   one step forward on the beam of life
then one more, above the pale abyss
and onward, even, kiss for kiss
upon each eye to charm your sight
   i pray, let me enter and cease to be,
take my essence into your life,
be yourself to give birth to me,
use my stillness to ease your strife
   the scene, you on the bed tonight
complete, in the phantom light
of the city, in this fleeting land,
ever holding an empty hand



Dark home family childhood, My friends and family are my life and my acquaintances are my life, Internal infinite kingdom, Skeleton framework of location/existence comes to--Cellular reds respirating--life 

you can stare and be conquered by the chaos of the peaceful sea

or you can shut your eyes to the watery blaze

and try to submerge the sound of waves

deep in panicked aversion

but still it crashes but still it crashes but still it crashes


lost in the light-dappled darkness 

the striations in the cloud-stricken stars 

scatter a greeting: welcome and goodbye

welcome and goodbye to our ancient future



(the point in spacetime when coalescence of self completed)
(inviting many to celebrate, receiving one
decorations and cake
like a slash to the face)
(existent then)
(behold the gift
this necklace of blood crystals
dappled with shimmering teardrops
it dazzles as it chokes)


i want to see the sea

in other words, self consciousness
at the boundary of individual throbbing into collective
like order seeks to inseminate itself into high entropy
on land, knowing the empty sky by its radiation
a pair of seagulls circling manhattan towers seek and seek


youtube / the house

Sure but if you go back far enough, everyone is guilty, and everyone is innocent. And that grand breakeven doesn’t cleanse you or me or anyone. The thirst for blood has never lessened in the throat of man. How many of the 2.4M people who watched this youtube video on elevating consciousness ever escaped the prison of their minds? More or less than the number who clicked the ad for the unisex jewelry brand sponsoring it? Nobody knows these analytics. The battle march continues in narrow hallways that lead to echo chambers. If the storm doesn’t last, I’ll miss my chance to go for a run in the broken splashing beams of rainlight, and my life will have shrunk the length of another video, this one on vulnerability in the corporate workplace. The likes and comments are buoying the notion of capitalism as religion. The crowd is going wild. In the time it took me to detect the bullshit and hey siri the hourly forecast, the rain stopped, so I kept watching. 

This house has no exterior because its tenants have no interior. The battle march continues in narrow hallways leading to echo chambers echo echo chambers leading to echo. Every would-be quiet corner of escape and solitude overflows with ever-growing shiny useless products, and greasy bones, and radioactive soot, and stacked boxes of long-held, longer-forgotten memories, individually formed and collectively discarded. The black in the windows isn't night. A knock at the door retracts itself into the void. No one can live here yet everyone does, alone.