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Stormlost Machinemind Sunsky

28 Jun

My common sense in those portions which
were already running like analogies-
now as if by chance- my watch, gradual
sins, and in some cases perhaps great
shadows full of thankfulness flashing
like neon nightborn Gods for a time.

A notion occurred to me that a
presence was following me. Do you
see the gulf that sun will
eventually fall? Year after year
flashed between the two minutes
as the sun ceased to be at the
foot of the mountain, and the
leg of the parts ring with blood
red bands. These circles enveloped
tigermen heated by the lifting of
a great wisdom learned from
those wild and fantastic forces
that make the Gods-
appear so small.

The eyes covering the forest
closed covering the shadowy
fire seeking internal guidance.
I knew I should pray to the
forgotten things in
forgotten ways as the faint
whistles of boats and the murmur of
lost coastlines- where no sound
should ever be.

I was so near to what I sought-
or was it the eerie influence of
this place? I will broadcast over
the grey immensity of the ocean
for hope of honor among the
weeds. I gazed across the waste
of wild grasses underneath the
willows. I heard the ceaseless
beating of rain- wishing I had
the keys. The milk of the sun
in its own way stirred in me
a blossom that quickly closed
again the days and nights
spread out forming a trivial
modern song forming a trashy
appearance of a tail, and the
sky a glowing copper hue. A
barrel organ plays in the
temple in the distance an
ode to the dusky ones.

Nerves quivering in that
uncertain light in a
playground of lesser men
as the horizon rolled up
before the dim white faces
peering out from the forest.
VOices assure me in whispers
that I have been deceived.
There is no doubt an analogy
between the days and nights
spread out, and the wind
putting a hound on my trail.

The importance of all this
breeds a strange dawn that
I could not escape free
from the heaven the dayborn
Gods had made.

The Kiss Was a Key

4 Sep

A man so grudging what he
asked of life was that
every win be a loss. He
kept with his reports

“I never touch it.’
he said in regards to
every drink every

Standing in front of a
glass case his hands
were in his coat
pockets hiding from
the world like him.

She would not leave. She
who stood there even
after he turned down her
offer. Strange words
strangled in his throat,
a taste of blood and

“You can’t stay here.”
Were the words he choked
out while still control
was his. Surely those
words would chase her
out of his office.

He took something out of
a file and read parts of
it into a recorder. His
mind no longer on the
reports. Things were
taking him in a direction
he did not want to go.

His face hung there in
that moment. Eyes blazing
green light. Would she
know the books if she saw
him hold them just now?

Her bronze eyes under the
sickle moon behind her
seemed to say- yes.

Yes, he was not without a
certain charm and there
was the simple straw
pallet nearby for the
patients to rest- not
now occupied.

“I’d love some tea,”
she said out loud with
conviction. She pictured
him naked, right knee
flexed, holding her body
a few inches off the straw,
his penis exposed.

Suddenly she was in front
of his mouth and nose. A
taste of blue sparks. A
kiss opening a door to
something he’d never
known or seen.


14 Aug

I wish it and
you wish it.
The desire
burns as
embers in
our eyes,
but we end
up breaking
the gaze.
from each
other forever
of us
wants to
take the
and most
in time.