I see codes in everything
Messages in images
Yearning calls for forbidden flesh
And a sure path to destruction
Down which i will hold your hand
Down to frozen bottom
Down to the endless ice
And see you trapped forever
As the great devil’s wings beat
Sending tempest through the ninth
Every life is quiet
In these early morning hours
Only the cranking rattle
Of the old air conditioner
Tells us there is still a world
Loud as ever
This is ok
This is sacred time
In preparation for awake
And the needs of the day
It remains to be seen
That whatever may be
Whatever anyone says
The worst of these days
Have been the best of my life
No matter grief
No matter strife
I will pull light to me
As a magnet pulls iron
And forge something new
Again and again again
The world is burning
And i
I am staring at a screen
Incapable of comprehending
The value of any action
It’s what we do
In the face of the unstoppable
We freeze in place
Deer in the headlights
And we wait
The world is a green cathedral
And this suits me today
As i sit in my pew
Upon my front porch
To ponder the great exhale
That is this sacrament called life
While arches and columns
Of ash and oak and spruce
Surround my walkway’s nave
Silent witnesses to this quiet penitent,
And the wind sings hymns in the leaves
Remember those times
When you just didn’t think
About anything really
You woke on summer Saturday
And vanished for the day
In the wild woods
On your bike
Climbing through windows
Exploring the abandoned
With abandon
And you never knew the meaning
Of words like anxiety, stress, or depression
You swam and climbed
You lived like this was forever
Like you never needed anything else
we are pressed up against the glass of this world
with our eyelids pried open and stapled to our heads
that we might consume EVERYTHING
every lifedeathbetrayallielovesexhatecrimedisaster
it all pours into us all of the time
and we would shut it all off but we are addicted
to the point that it will leave us corpses
bloated and grey bodies littering the world
still finding a way to ingest as much as possible
and than
maybe
a little more.
In the past few months my reading has amped up a tad. I have completed the following books which are really from across the spectrum of themes and styles.
I am currently reading:
Once there were
A thousand, thousand voices
Then there was but one
Still now they have dwindled further
Until one has become none
And we find ourselves alone
Completely on our own
Standing in the silence
There are no words
Once so abundant
As the prairie grass
Only desert remains at the last.
Sitting still
At morn’s dawning
And everything
Is sounding the day
Every bird sings,
Every squirrel chatters,
In the distance
A dog, bound and chained
In some fenced yard
Barks mournful
Regretting having ever left
The woods for these dopes,
While I,
I write words;
My songs, my chatter,
My mournful barks
Understood as much by others
As i understand
This wildlife cacophony
That plays meaningless about my head
Harnessing Chaos 