Art Changing the World - Futurism.

and i’m boiling,
dressed all in black like a crow or a widow,
wondering why i am where i am
instead of lying in your arms

Falling in love:
such a soft and easy phrase,
like tumbling into a featherbed
or a stack of newmown hay.

Auto Maria
always a sympathetic soul
is flying out of her feet in a treetop
but waste is sleeping in the cambium layer
the wither in the green
college encirled by bark
it marked us
it’s strikingly my…

As one of your creations
(I’m good but not THAT good.)
didn’t you stitch within me
(Using the slimmest of needles and your precise hands)
instincts that repel or attract
(yes no uh no way hey …

gazing intently as you expose everything,
stripping off layers of guilt you’ve accrued ‘til finally,
down to the flesh and the bone,
your long-buried burdens sit plainly in view

He came to know and
love her fault lines. The right of
rains would make them blur.

gossamer riddles
without spiders
hanging by a breeze
barely a ripple and you are wrinkled
a bag of bones in a rib cage
there isn’t enough time for smoothing out the syntax
there never was
what an asyl…

curse & effect
is a law of mysterious congruences
physically eradicated flourishings
fully infiltrated gatherings
the food the water the heat the housing
locked up in a wall-less vault
of imaginings
wh…

deaf to all pleading,
an old gloating madman slumps
in his delusions

It is a rainy morning, pre-dawn as usual with these bothered nights, where the heavy jacket is out and I dart from getting water to drink to keyboard and over to watch the charger and my dying camera…

…I slipped off course…

rest in peace, lauren

if you were touched by lauren please pass this through your groups

sex charms make object(ive)s fly
Suntan Road ride my teddy bear over the river
raining bats out of low toffee colored clouds
the storks scatter gossip about bad weather
balling at the top of their lungs
t…

A perfect storm of choices whirls tantalizingly through the air
as my head spins, making me dizzy, almost sick,
vainly trying to see each clearly.

the fool in your blood is spooky
everything I forgot is still in motion
cuddle junkie’s jumpy
what is the oldest forest in the arctic?
something must have died in the attic
I was wrong I might be pr…

this is the coldest hour of the day
sleep through it in a huddle on your side
as it seeps through the walls and blankets
leaving dreams covered with numbers
*

I went on to live a beautiful life
even my ol…

there is a kind of built-in ignorance in dependency
that isn’t in denial
voluntarily
it’s just a lawn to mow
in someone else’s back yard
*

his face was marked by complexity
and the confus…

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