Advice from the Forefather of God

hold fast to the void
cut windows and doors
sew these holes
with invisible thread
pull tight to form a shape
without shape
dwell inside, earless

hear a waterfall
evaporating
an empty lake

Morning no More

Rooster heads
iridescent green
feathers stained w scarlet oil

a little meat
tough on white teeth
chewing infinitely

the twilight

Night Sky

I've ventured into
a wall-less tunnel
full of pressure

my heart bursts
red stars litter the void

Thought

unblinking eye
milks the walls

room- a sagging bag

void of sustenance

Ghost Sketches (4)

Ghost Sketches (3)

Ghost Sketches (2)

Ghost Sketches (1)

Vanishing Images

Kaleidoscope
eyelids open fall apart
a giant hole a mouth
a sensual worm trying to get in
getting out in endless loop
her legs open
close, bent knees
diamonds where triangle sides
link to body
her red tights, brown interior
images fold into eachother's black holes
stars accelerate
his eyes
palpitate the
periphery of chest as he lays out
on top
dividing red shapes

Next Day: Paris
sur la Seine, sunshine hits a window
takes away her eye.
He is not there.
Her computer opens
a tiny dot
above the monitor
threatens to send her image

multi-dimensional he'd see
the art gallery
on the left bank
a painting
of a girl
in a garden
in a red hat
in a golden antique frame fixed
in a window
in a stone wall warmed by day.

Although she longs to imagine him
her face amongst his things, his books
the plaid couch dog barks,
tulips beckon her brightly

she closes the screen and tucks it into her purse
her face fades from
his space
the relationship
folds neatly into two
dimensions
black bag bottom
her figure exceptionally firm
she slides her arm into the air as if to stretch
then places the hand lazily behind her brown hair
while the sun strikes
her breast, the open armpit
the air that seems to pump itself
filling her open chest with an independent smirk

river touches her extended
hand
damaging its surface
unsewn tinfoil
balls drop back into place

in almost real time
his hand extends in the shade of morning
her beamed figure three dimensional
red hat
red tights
in low resolution against the white sheet window dressing
suggests he should touch her
hand slicing
digital dots

island seed

Across the river
Canada
across the river
Detroit

Split, two halves of
the same apple
and the island seed
transplanted

I think of Dad
I can see for miles
the river is blue
horizon untouchable

Under the air
peppered with noiseless
seagulls

his demonic dreams
run awake with a sprained ankle

Island road takes a turn
crisp grass strolls
to the edge
where broken ice
floats still
until looked at

My father's eyes are
gentle

A beaten dog's

the horizon wont scrape off

snow's on its way
the image of tomorrow
covers today

white grass
whiter sun
absolves
the wedge shaped notion
we can carve
time into an apple of
our choosing

Recycling

------------------------Tuna lids

---wind

an alley
**chimes**
---------------------------church bells

******maple floors#######
glass------------------------------- bottles
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--------bottles
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clinking --bottles
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an accused man
slams the door

his wife's
chalk screech

separates
granite clouds

she hasnt really. not again

the voice is a girl
is imature
she misspells words

the light is an
old subject
she sees from the same old window

if she could change her eyes she would
although the colors are spectacular
--not unlike a wolf

her yeys are the devil's when she writes
she channels god

who has stopped searching

an island occupies her thoughts
a plexiglass cube

and all the confusion that comes with being stuck inside

but baths are nice
though one is technically inside
no one joins her there

her art is not heart
but filled
it does not pump blood incessantly

it does nothing without thinking

yet there is something hidden amongst the dried water

a separation of world from conquest.
she does not own anything
her ideas are fruits without
bees

melodrama sings to her
she wants the drama without its prefix

boring dribble, her favorite world

when her stomach gets fat she can barely tolerate her own skin
her father is uncomfortable
he has not yet learned to swallow

notthatshehasntthoughtaboutthemeaningofthingswords
wordsarevapor
formingclouds

Possibility is Endless

Possibility is endless possibility
is endless possibility is endless
possibility is endless
possibility is endless possibility is
endless possibility
is endless
possibility
is

The Face

Two holes in the wall
furrowed eyebrows
pinched lips
make a face

Two wounds in the wall
black eyes
beaten evil
by hammer and screw

Cross Bones

She comes inside the house

drinks a glass of
poisoned water

she knows its poisoned
but there is nothing
else to drink

Her food has been tested on rats
it is poison too

the rats die
shortly after reproduction

She has gone without eating

debilitating fatigue

She has planted her own vegetables
but the soil is poison

!Warning!
impending death

Foun Pome

Cheap tonstone
Place in grown
No caskat

Math

CUBE

built using equal length
strait lines (12) and 90
degree corners (8) means
easy pieces cuts swallow
and ignore geometric re-
sults windows streets as
telephone poles circle l
ights in rectangles side

WAVE

Waves naturally occuring
Waves mathematicly static
Waves ocean-wide ebbing
Waves rhythm unending

CHAOS

Ring, ring, ring
telephone wire connect

A Tsunami!

"run"

so she runs
full speed

smack into the corner
of her plexi-glass cube

wave washes over
gray
and releases
pummeling ocean

"why, waves aren't mathematical at all"
she muses

grey white little big big
white grey grey white big
big little big grey white
little white white white grey
--Big White!--
chokes her under

2 Stones

1. We interact as stones
we never talk
we never touch

2 years
2 stones
interacting

2. No, we are not together
I am a stone

he is a stone

2 stones sit by a river bank
2 stones in a fire pit
2 stones in the crotch
of an oak

one stone thinks
"Why wont he talk to me"
the other stone thinks
"why wont she talk to me"

No Lips!
No Tongue!