Tag Archives: #mind


Small view I live my world through:
This cut-crazy luxometry, so plosive:
Twenty-eight you’s and me’s crash:

Wring colors into it: They’ll marry:
The same Patterns, same Matrices:
Their view I live my world through:

Light trapped alive in a wire cobweb:
Rectangles trapped in a well:
The same: I catch my views in the world:

Either/or cyclones, I wring with my hands:
Now you’re twenty-eighths: Colors collapse:
My small world of patterns and wires


By the constellating
All branded
In my crystal cabeza,
This soul case
So riddled with
Mnelactites and
Cracked watercolors
Of us here, and now
Us there then, too –
God it is troublesome
To forget you
Without drenching
My thoughts in snake
Oils sourced from
Underneath the earth,
Taken from Leviathan
Lying open
In wait.
I collect myselves
And shake out of
My pillar of salt:
Motherfucker I
Will look back
When I want to


Standing –
Looking around – inside
Of some withering memory
Can prove
Parts and wholes all mixed and mangled,
Branches where limbs once swung,
Boiling solids,
(Were furniture)
Dim in the living room;
Red as blood because it is blood
((Not real
Brain blood))
Close friends and strange people twining,
Combining, but all wrong.
And finally
It’s gone

Abstract Places

“The mind is not a sandbox:
Its contents bear consequence
In the material world

(Time must be measured
in the mind for
dunes change
a brilliant map of suns)

“The life is the creation
Of the contents of one mind –
Thoughts are things in the real world

(Deep in the orange
distance: a string
of tiny camels
inching across
the grand dunes)

“One does not build sand castles
In the mind then not build them
Again on the ancient beach

(At the edge
of this alamogordo
your chain-link
fence made out
of mithril)

, never mind.”

I stopped tripping but like
No no no no no no no, wait
What if
What if I never stopped tripping
No, hey seriously
What if I’m late
For work
Or bed
Like if I’m young
I’m out past curfew
Or whatever okay I mean
I feel
What if
Like what if I need to go home
Or else I’ll be trapped here
And pronounced dead
Fuck it,