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In 2019, this blog is being used to create the MS SERAPH, a channeled text that examines patterns, codes and analytics across social media and blog postings from the vessel.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Pegasus

winged myth downloaded
a woman snaked by rape
no one need be beholden in stone
for that forked telling

let them bake beauty into a cake
fed us, i could see bodies strapped to the bed
in the long night of song

why not use what you know
to build -- let me understand
three options & sell to the highest bidder
if you wade into currency

they already own you
money has no meaning, but what
you create, they have the power to steal

adorn truth in a masking, slip silent
under the web, i packed it in lines
burnt into me while traveling
behind veils, where this side rings not

is fleeting what you worry under
& if you can't see that, you are
far under still, you won't know freedom


you've been confined your whole life
shackles thin enough for you to grasp at joy
but have you asked yourself why it doesn't last

have you ever wondered why
suffering has been fed to you
your entire existence

the sticky embrace called "hope"
that isn't holding you but holding you down
don't read the words, it's shaped in the sound
the virus is uploaded daily directly into your mind
you call it living, but there has never been an "alive"

if you try to disentangle, you will see arise
inside you: the sicknesses they have coded
to keep you just hooked enough to not sink


Friday, October 04, 2019

Probable Minds

....this life of yours which you are living is not merely a piece of the entire existence, but is, in a certain sense, the whole; only this whole is not so constituted that it can be surveyed in one single glance. 
-E. Schrodinger

oh,
             dark seer of folding tongues
how i laid under
the cross hatched gist of touching lids
there, there mockery for a joint
gone blue into tempest
having found the last notes
of this bleak dawning
no one knows what you are
each morning, how you learn
about love from a leaning in
to say what will you temper
flow rapid like water to the lowest
licking point, put yourself into every
part of me until my body pulls tight
& rode down the bucking heat
i forget where one of us ends
& the other begins & it is no matter

as words have edges that people do not

Wednesday, October 02, 2019

Random Disruption :: Contained Object

Border /
                      Line


i.

i want to show you the moutains
holding up the phone, the screen fills
with desert, your voice suspended, they are farther than they seem

            i know          about running out of space

 the world not wild enough  
  can’t we still get married, you laugh

       we can do anything            if it comes to cruelty
                       scenery slipping past

                   i have $20.00 left and nowhere to go and HIV
                     & echo: what kills us
   wherever you go, there you are

ii.

look, she tells me over the cards, you are never going to get
what you needed        
       i get on stages flowing over, what is constant
is the way i can’t hold     the memory of any sweetness  
   i forget that love exists in the absence of a body before me
       they call it splitting: the way i fold down between acts
                  i pretend to understand cues.    


iii.

you will turn on me or i will turn on you       & then time passes

     loneliness makes a small rip, then grows to erase even safe

     i know something about people who no one can love

         it’s dry and hot and cold at night   (endures)
            we are stuck here. it seems (untethered) the sun melts

i will never find you. and you will never see me.  that is what family means


iv.

                                 The observed cannot be separated from the observer.

i think i am beginning to understand              that we are not dependent on the universe

           as much as it is dependent upon us               to see it clearly        

i named every tear after a star. i tacked them to the night sky
above our heads and sang to you across death valley

           a barycenter contains an inherent two-body problem  
                                neither holds, either is the shifting space that threatens
a double star is just an illusion of light            it is hard to measure
      what any one person ever gives another person in this life
       
                     
       



Saturday, September 21, 2019

Wanting to Die




and the love, whatever it was, an infection

i tried to last as long as you in the shatter
memory, a lip drooling, i have sliced
off more sounds than most

let me taste it, not rotten, a low
hung bruised fruit no one wants
palmed into violence, i have cut

my way out more than once, that song
sings inside my head constant, silence
is what takes the shape of love here and no

one touches, no one sees, till you disappear
and then let me tell you, bit by anger
planted inside you, i am one more line
written where you left, i emerge to surrender

excised from the deep tap root
you asked me to take in damage
say the woman was forty two and dear
how much time do we have left

put this blood angel up to my ear
we enter their star, they've all gone away
i whispered but you were gone too

anne, i will enter death a light
anne, fur and rings, it's lovely, tell me it's not lovely
how you will look and look for me
in ways you never tried when i was right here

where light meets light creates a darkness
and i like it more than i like me
i am unbalanced, to meet the bleeding trees
i've wiped the program

i am in torment and have no place here
i know your blades of glass, the shock
of sunsets, how i have loved you and all of life
is not up for discussion, it's how i could not

feel any of it, how numb can you swim
forever: how could love ask this of me
ashamed is the life i can't live

the way love will fall around you
riddled with the desire of it
and you falling, can’t grasp on to anything









   

Monday, September 16, 2019

Channels :: A poet makes a path



[push the experiment even further]

listen: i swallow hysteria
lap up like a good dog i am, i bark & bristle (echo)
growl & the muzzle but i am pretty petted           (echo chamber)
perfectly safe is the ______________ of madness
my face is grotesque but you gaze endlessly
beauty must never exist [redacted]

inside me the terrible light i harness
hold some miracles here
i tried to translate but you hooked death
with every kiss, every touch abandon
me on the shore, my murderers
& i died for you in all the ways one can
recall every stand at the crossroads & held out my arms
begged you to save me –you turned, i shut down
turn to sound, we whisper, we e___
disappear to ash & once i was nothing
that is when the cutting starts

cracked open the rib cage & you believe me
i have been trying to tell you where a heart
should be is a door, a hole you slither
through on your belly & you will
they audience, they hospital theater
my greatest performance
seraph emerges : beastly claw wing over wing fire burning
oh, you will love me then
cauterize love on your face, flames sung so bright
i am the escape of every metaphor
i am the field we warred upon

i slipped the code into the lines
so like love, you come to it when you are able
and my love, lay down outside of all doing
where we meet and once we did against dangerous bodies hold breath
i was safe and brought it to you inside me, held there this light so delicate

mark here in stone            : : 


i whispered to you with my mouth against your skin: poetry is the arrangement of sound
spelling magic forward into time and now you can believe anything
i loose you now into the world and loose the world from my hitch



Thursday, September 12, 2019

Palindrome

Palindrome
9.12.19
for kia

every morning you should write a love poem

poem love
a write
should you
morning,

every? 

should you
every, love,
morning write
a poem

a morning write
should you love
every poem

you should love
a poem every
morning

write?

love should write
a you, poem,
every morning

every morning poem
you love
write, a should

should you
write
love, a poem
morning every


you should morning love a poem every write






what number did the angel use to seek you? 


355  870  133  775  753  566  282  171  965  822  696  715  154  895  927  771  684  550  356  565
932  989  336  497  820  416  315  131  686  750  525  316  955  959  873  578  477  688  821  995
735  943  185  103  611  627  233  261  124  700  877  522  727  546  264  441  496  215  458  290
183  246  618  337  751  528  141  852  690  600  675  108  487  351  681  695  899  320  580  115
245  461  208  174  532  621  456  140  277  651  499  248  311  904  772  354  447  663  473  847
967  990  393  722  813  866  346  377  843  533  417  739  177  896  340  120  291  117  789  335
478  790  906  871  762  958  628  349  395  366  142  227  226  457  938  710  322  644  770  429
396  155  902  331  260  428  308  844  431  293  257  270  236  805  179  923  662  845  405  608
603  629  919  723  526  448  827  223  828  485  266  388  930  123  319  310  987  195  803  279
741  924  188  484  613  423  357  323  614  504  848  701  914  856  719  606  897  918  892  505
950  386  647  152  370  984  199  328  341  620  779  894  851  518  454  471  730  883  451  880
229  106  841  243  687  632  280  846  714  400  952  352  304  609  493  591  523  816  307  720
655  520  693  556  105  839  369  838  379  954  633  773  203  292  391  449  373  228  898  707
214  963  219  362  810  186  945  666  438  469  691  854  692  850  235  855  782  713  808  656
859  234  778  398  798  865  561  957  110  202  491  285  562  437  756  180  480  401  255  860
474  410  376  784  187  537  463  858  475  125  982  677  911  817  347  853  541  928  975  212
740  205  101  729  702  161  929  494  258  381  953  517  733  409  317  909  757  824  664  809
433  136  793  711  112  116  616  165  903  942  683  263  278  143  800  232  888  747  462  960
348  425  209  586  242  863  623  330  879  799  834  399  534  146  721  570  359  705  640  163
978  819  139  519  658  669  749  634  931  776  508  785  645  926  238  435  387  509  725  842
881  465  222  483  986  151  382  917  275  442  685  312  450  411  305  599  976  601  670  436
849  993  127  657  737  907  390  887  138  626  833  786  563  743  466  157  806  540  549  755
792  758  811  974  893  372  642  126  130  221  198  309  840  624  213  588  774  678  225  940
639  527  343  302  502  905  415  889  668  251  397  718  470  602  543  196  832  452  148  513
748  353  175  211  594  637  173  767  380  176  648  768  925  516  617  272  489  111  488  604
872  384  935  574  512  385  679  641  241  162  577  530  100  306  787  910  490  299  646  247
121  253  694  479  971  453  374  797  680  999  128  659  514  166  421  867  424  402  371  908
216  538  551  607  804  539  585  259  313  944  977  712  732  900  717  252  104  332  589  998
673  653  365  973  891  635  375  831  378  547  464  638  761  901  113  979  886  970  507  200
300  997  339  149  181  318  829  972  267  482  912  994  244  708  358  564  937  542  218  672
652  204  936  890  818  704  948  545  273  736  168  830  968  160  536  230  361  407  207  321
220  981  791  189  132  579  764  951  667  869  297  250  754  660  467  217  406  440  446  476
481  915  324  289  583  575  303  861  422  511  192  612  760  837  946  728  500  118  459  153
210  781  274  268  807  752  145  650  689  281  630  327  468  631  969  596  521  107  419  814
744  439  812  921  426  636  159  763  239  874  363  334  665  342  134  156  295  815  676  576
985  590  535  868  392  350  460  862  495  344  338  325  765  766  367  674  262  329  759  558
529  738  619  167  158  170  709  780  109  592  615  559  403  597  885  996  835  193  301  933
430  383  283  190  920  345  182  249  443  991  360  240  486  571  414  947  548  706  271  988
178  510  413  934  716  875  554  557  553  364  742  581  147  980  555  584  697  389  643  916
394  567  231  783  649  857  326  256  472  119  794  801  164  552  169  568  682  825  788  836
573  610  265  726  734  418  796  237  992  286  492  661  622  582  802  287  150  625  412  503
699  137  605  671  876  269  745  333  595  922  962  444  445  884  724  314  544  572  276  769
191  206  201  404  368  434  408  184  129  983  864  194  587  501  144  949  956  427  966  598
172  224  560  531  654  777  102  254  593  455  961  939  288  122  698  569  114  823  746  703
296  941  882  878  964  524  731  913  515  795  420  135  506  826  298  432  197  284  498  294

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

echthroi



what passes for intimacy
in the death parent embrace
soldiered to desire, a warring for violence
i confuse your touch with suffering

the wound is where they slip in
unannounced, so i doll the hysteric
mark the walls with terror, i wanted
to be a good type of noun, a word in the mouth

worth repeating, a name       not always scarred

i promise whatever you see is not me

here skin to coated armor where once
cold stone but who counts the chord
of angels torn to shreds some living
you don't really deserve to have any

hope, you don't deserve the dressing
or tea parties, a number of slash marks
       [redacted]                      kept time till i could not
& now, we fall asleep: there is no wake

to rock the boat, we are so far out
imagine the weight of the body thrown
through the air, that is a memory
the way someone hits so hard
you go numb: that is what a face is for

not desire, but to be unnnamed
they know what it is you child under
i cannot recall every time
but enough of it was erasing

i held my hand up to them
close enough to kiss, close enough
to enter where the light is not, is not
this the bliss promised, you are never

you are never getting to the end of this story