State of Memory
identify with the object of affection
past appropriate, graffiti your heart
box cars: tap, tap, tap
where the softest parts, where did we go
off course, i wanted not knowing what i want
i whispered to nothing, with you
i found a quieting i have never known
it disappears: i gathered safe
from unsafe people for a memory to fix
they have to be encoded
turned hopeless on hope: photograph
locked: make it summon, make it occur
coat the heat of edge along desire
why attachment sings disaster
rapid shifts in mood
under the impact of implicit memory
swiped enough faces to buy my freedom
on each wrist braceleted escape
i was decentralized, walked 3 rings round
a burnt cindering, shame is what i cast in
i care not for the small narrative of power
framed upon sands
we traveled 93 million miles in 8 minutes
find yourself lost between languages
the printing plate, heavy, burnished
stains clear: my childhood tucked
under synapses, a gate left unlocked
loose a whole herd, what's an unreasonable
amount of data, what happened before new orleans
tell a photon how to avoid absorption
under 40,000 years but it takes eternity
i tried to be brave but there was a lot of time
left: a drowning held under only long
enough to panic, & you see stars that are not our star
our star, our star, sing a song
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
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
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
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
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