From Neoism
or, Brushing a Stranger
What is empty is everywhere
A dull ache of white in echo’s wake
I am not
A chalk of icing on your
Metaphorical cake
I am not an absurd twist to your mistake
A dull ache of white in echo’s wake
I am not
A chalk of icing on your
Metaphorical cake
I am not an absurd twist to your mistake
Ring and pull your tongue to wind me
With a startled trip I’ll quip your expectations
What is inverted is evidence of absence
With a startled trip I’ll quip your expectations
What is inverted is evidence of absence
Midnight’s telephone becomes a seed pearl
In the stainless bracelet which reminds me
My cupped hands carry the quarried core of you
As intervals ferry my dissapeared lap, almost exactly
In the stainless bracelet which reminds me
My cupped hands carry the quarried core of you
As intervals ferry my dissapeared lap, almost exactly
Purr and flick your tongue to bind me
What is invented is inverted absence
Comb the minutes of our conversations
I have no parity for your reason’s recompense
I am not an inside joke at your expense
What is invented is inverted absence
Comb the minutes of our conversations
I have no parity for your reason’s recompense
I am not an inside joke at your expense
Unless I am, but then we all are, Juan
Ergo Sum and
Laugh, I’ll put it on your tab
It won’t accrue; the sleepless drug of day
Will always manage to wash you smooth
Bleary, addled, virgin-eyed and
Wrong, come each and every strident, Puritan dawn
Ergo Sum and
Laugh, I’ll put it on your tab
It won’t accrue; the sleepless drug of day
Will always manage to wash you smooth
Bleary, addled, virgin-eyed and
Wrong, come each and every strident, Puritan dawn
Everything is a mockery of nothing
Read as intigers of imagined presence
The plane expands from where we call ourselves
And bends from the groaning of our ornate playgrounds
Into an eye that does not see but winks elliptically
A cusp we misname horizon
Even as it slips through orphaned fingers
Read as intigers of imagined presence
The plane expands from where we call ourselves
And bends from the groaning of our ornate playgrounds
Into an eye that does not see but winks elliptically
A cusp we misname horizon
Even as it slips through orphaned fingers
From muddling, black and white
Revert to fleshy dun
You say you prefer silver and espresso
We add, we take away
In wist and smoke and rattling foil
We babble Babel babble
Yet there is no weight
No born or borne
No cake, no shape
Revert to fleshy dun
You say you prefer silver and espresso
We add, we take away
In wist and smoke and rattling foil
We babble Babel babble
Yet there is no weight
No born or borne
No cake, no shape
Try or do not try, there is no done
