Today,
I wear your old black shirt.
I have the things
that I gave to you
but soon I’ll be ready
to give them
back,
give them back.
Come,
oh come,
and get
them.
Come and get them.”
- The Salted Crown, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum
“Now I Have Your Shoes.
Untitled Tercet (Chemical Elegy for Psycosis)
The man who’ll be the Fool
head up in the air
Gnawing on his fingers
till finger turns to bone
but who even cares?
He’ll meet you on a corner
or some dark and seedy park
and you’ll chew your fingers
till finger turns to the bone
And you’ll still be in the dark
He buried pills in fertile dirt
and turned it all to shit
we [...]
Untitled, archived during hospital stay
I am in a box within a box
separating the pain-body from pain-mind.
Happiness is rejecting flesh for soul,
and the Discriminating Mind for a Singular Mind
free from choice, free from the illusion of destiny
Free, a bird, blown by distant winds;
cutting the air and making one’s own path
Paths already tread by possibility
Cutting flesh, shedding blood to cleanse the [...]
Elegy for Sheryl Lee
Wrapped in plastic floating down the lake
your fiercest smile and most eloquent mistake
Laura Palmer, you were my heart’s truest fake
I fucked your lover atop your grave
tired of taking what you never gave
fire walks alone, you’ll never be saved
You outgrew the drugs and the sex and the lies
while we still sit and sift and surmise
what we [...]
“When I Become Death
death will be the seed out from which I grow.”
“No One Will Ever Love You Like I Love You
because no one is that strong.” Or that crazy.
On Completeness and Beingness; fragments
I wake up alone again, on a couch, fold out bed, in a hammock, sleeping bag, tent. The air is cool, it had rained the night before, I smell the ozone emanating from the ground. Every morning, I never meditate, I never perform a ritual, I never follow algorithmically any mental conditioning which may help [...]
Tarot Card (The Trumps: “The Magician”)
His miracles are in dialogue
in obsidian he found an egg
which only he could see
he hatched it by keeping the reflection warm
birthing an image on stone,
one that walks away and returns
on whose image anyone can be seen
upon encouraging words
When he wakes, flowers bloom
he collects bouquets with the roots still in
populating our skin and becoming like suns
Tarot Card (The Trumps: “The Fool”)
He awakes growing in a tree
not knowing where he’s been
The roots he touches to his face
feel soft against his skin
The bark is shedding like a snake
adorning new saplings with armor
He follows suit, a new body with baby fat
naked and walking unperturbed
working off the extra layers
Hopefully his skin will also shed
and he will consume himself
His skin [...]
Rocks an’ Trees an’ Shit
We stroll down red riverbeds
calcite whitecaps peeking above
the surface of crimson decay
We sleep among trees,
casting light where there is none
this time of night, we are alone
We cross state lines, county and natural border
and don’t talk about how similar it all appears
that we slept beneath the same trees
elsewhere in the world
