One Touch Swirl

Bone stick strumming strings of violence

acoustic singing in supreme silence

writing in a dream of darkness

my melancholic conscious

contrived from contracted talents elastic

spitting ramblins of a man off axis

not knowin balance until the ground collapses

eye flashes,I-lashes,when dendrite synapses:

fashioned fluent actions off omniscient ancient passages

penning messages in a bottle cork capped wraped in mapped sorrow

purple wallow sentences and a purpose that

..i don know..

makes me let go sentiments

that id rather borrow

and it dont stop

the clock of tomorrow

dying star locked in the linings

of all thats astral

lookin for the light

and the here after

Rained In

Tracing the wind current

with my pinkie finger licked

drenched.. soaked ..

amidst the heavens heaved torrents

standing.. staring..

at the murk pouring

spinning skies grey

pink and musty

smelling of dry dust

that frames the painting

if you can't see

it seals the salivating

for the sunshine in waiting

in the waning dusk

wading in thoughts

of lush clouds crushed

steeped in that blue lust

perplexed by the luck of wet brows

and rain drop bumps.

Vs

General malaise

dystopian texture

pleasuring the haze

gazed @ the abyss

coined the phrase

days.. minutes..

hours.. seconds..

an oppressing premise

boundless by limits

on the fringes

blank spaces

between the edges

tallying the inches

with no images or digits

deliverance of the head

the death of id’s presence

the collage of innocence

and instincts retribution

a savage marriage of force

and inherent contents

constantly colluding

a brooding montage

unsubmissive

repetitive and cyclic

nihilistic feeling fully conscious

dueling the ever ending psyche

of reality and what might be

The Feed

Prison Planet..stranded..

celluloid cells..made of magnets..

entrapment of sentient senses..

assigned to the masses

a lifetime sentence..

of colonized acquiescence..

a message broadcast..

on behalf of Goldman Sachs..

more robots..more cash..

no “Electric Ant”..a grouping of class..

the network of plugins programmed

over the flat screens glass rubbing..

a touching imaging of the neuro..Pavlov..condition..

the dystopian evolution..the symptoms of a system..

an Orwellian euphemism..the ministry of freedom..

a push button society enslaved to the vision..

Scribble Fold

Post-it note in wallet,

dirty brow..dry mouth..

unfolding scribbled lines

drawn from the morning,

am to pm to the break of yawn..

to the shake of awe ending and never finished,

mote speckles I saw and formed sentence,

mute they heckled, off level, in essence

transposed the image. clean version

formatted in creased dingy movement

the modified bent pattern participle

refined henosis, hocking a principle

from..under desk gum peel

to..cool steel window sill

energy vs it’s opposite will

the instilled product is kissable

the feel of exchange is all equal

The Purpose

Beyond reason and the limits of language

where thoughts of ego resonate into baggage.

the orthodox state that is carried

the primeval proxy of knowledge

buried

deep

deeper..

Into the senses

obscured by the dances

advertisements

and the chase for prosperity

wherein the chase is imagery

with no clarity

no greater focus

than the difference between

existence and conformance

in your reality

whether awake

or lying dormant.

#purpose

Walking Heads

Sarte vs Camus,

a canvas blotched proof,

fluid in deviation,

a faux pa for the fruit

of elevation,

seeds of evolution,

is it duty or is it

consumption?,

lets take it back to the roots,

a live redux-tion,

breaking out of the loops,

and wave fixations,

that glue views,

to the late night stations,

sensations sparked unchained,

torres straits paints,

rise of the apes,

chemicals and cages,

lets take it to the pearly gates,

my parallel proletariat,

lets occupy space,

spark the divide,

illuminate the paths pace,

amongst Kirkman's dead

that gaze remains

unphased

the zombie speech with no shape,

no function to the movements,

in the midst of confusion

a population siege

society deceived.

expressionless contrasts

masking the face's physique

a looking glass theory,

what is it they seek?