Tag Archives: sun

Night Meditation Experiment 07242012

25 Jul

Internal bones
eternal bones
we are beings
of bones
and
flesh
we caress
each other
under the
sun
naked
the nakedsun
then the Earth
yawns and
swallows our
flesh
and
bones.
Later a dog
barks in
the moonlight
and unburies
our bones.
Then our bones
bark scaring
the
dog away
dog gone
and our
bones
dance.

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A Smile of Petals Stroking Handfuls of Sleep

13 Jul

You are sitting open
down huddling on the
Sun
under a fur tree.
Silently you carry spring
limp roots sprouting
stroking bluets
singwishstarworms.
Yes we touch.

I perceive eyes
close/shut.
Heaving breath
equals all the
beautifully frail
sleeping people
touching
trembling.
My soul
forever
understands
the rain.

Severed Head Exhilaration Blues

11 Jul

Trying to put myself
together
like calendars
and sex-
listening to the
songs of fallen
leaves-
the beginning of
the symphony of
ice
white flower
blossom snow.
Skycandles explode
in my head.

In her hand
she holds a bag
of smokedance.
I want to say
no, teeth
pressed
together
fighting with
the words.

She sits there
and stares
her body
beckoning to me
silently
like deadriver
lights, that
smile
full of hiding
breathless
whispers.

No one really
knows but try
to understand
she is the
goddess of
sunny sleaze,
and it is her
sweet wet
blossom
season.

I am ripped
up by
her
magic
wild red
laughter
which
begins the
dirge.

All the towns
have their
hands pointing
towards
doomdrowning
in liquid
cemeteries.

I fall into
purple
fairy slumber
dreaming of
buried flowers
a firebomb
somnambulist.

Mingo Sun

4 Jul

“Maybe we can use it for something
else,” the great Mingo said.

“Indeed become a minority of one,”
his son said.

Nothing is ever a proper fox hunt
when it comes to giants unless
there is something giant like
about the foxes- mean red
men like foxes- in the
saltworks. This one thing
must be understood, or all
esle will fail to make
a sensible impression.

“But never wear a ceremonial
thing at a trivial time,”
the great Mingo replied.

 

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-
dayborn
or
nightborn-
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.

Firebomb Somnambulist

23 Jun

One night long ago
I ate the flesh of a
freshly killed deer
that had talked
and walked with
God.

Then I sat alone
by the dying fire
that had cooked
the deer as the
sun fell
down
down.

I sat there chewing
on the darkness
that was
all around me,
inside
and out.

I passed
out later under
the moon, and
rolled in my dreams
into a baptism
of blood.

I awoke and
then knew that
religion was
an axe that
gives freedom
to the forest,
and I
was more than
a simple
man
of
bone
and
flesh.