Showing posts with label Projective. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Projective. Show all posts

Saturday, February 18, 2012

An abandoning of disbelief (Wholeness Theory 01)


to dine on tulips
to graze
                  uninhibited

to quench parched walls
to slurp
                  just because

to inhale fragrant gales
to breathe
                   to be consumed
                                             to feel
                                                               fat & full
complete.
                  whole

to whet cracked lips
to disregard
                  consequence

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Outtake from the Block File( Violet Fringes)


A deluge
Of separation

 Anxieties
Glisten
The substructure
Of the beam

         An ascot
         Skitters neck

                  An orange
                  And the preconception
                           Of impossible rhyme
Incorrect
Yet scarlet
Though it seems

Violet                           Swiftly                          Tears
         Fringes                         Trading                        Immeasurably

A heart-oft hollowed-hulled by dream


 This piece is new, yet many of the words in here appeared in randomness upon the various scraps of discard.  I simply chose to combine these, with a few additions, and this is what I got.  The violet fringes snaking text is as written in the discard file.  Thanks.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Moonlight Slipper


Grappling the midnight oil
Bathing in its kerosene
 Alit, we light
As circumference smiles

Grasping
The moonlight,
                  with spoons
                           that writhe for
                                    submersion.
                                             Utensil deep,
                                                      The drowning ladle dies,
                                                               Suffocating in ecstasy,            
                                                                Each fatal moment,
                                                                Every tragic second,
                                                                Perfect slips from its
                                                                     Shimmering ridge.               
                                                                                          As     It                                                                                                 Seeps
                                                                                 Away from
                                                                                          The lip.
A moonlight slipper
Consumed with dew
Dreams of cosmic pools
To swim beneath,
To drift upon
Anima, persona
Unity, bathed in quenching light