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No sweet dear, you’re not the only one The horror of submitting yourself To something for the sake of power You might use religion, you awful dudes You might use your party to fortify punishment Because you can’t see yourself, for what you really are Can’t endure it Because of misplaced commandments Your fear leeches out and smothers us all And what do you get in favor of it, Yourself? --Not hardly. I look at her, she looks at me The killing lies in uncertainty The cruelne
Fire Woman Burning In the spotlight, shoes So flashy and bright, so comfortable Even you forgot how to Fight Fire Woman, You make your art But the impact is forgotten at The trinket Line Fire Woman, Perhaps the answers Lie In the questions They Forgot to ask in the first place So turn around, look down that dirt road beckoning sweet ‘used to be’ Even you must admit, It’s too late to give a speech on subserviency They’re enamored with the washing line Christian Pilates s
There you go again Breath of wind Fleeting through my mind space What I thought… Do I know what’s true? Connection made Then separated again Expect to meet you there In that cold room Was that me—or was it you? Or just me thinking we transect in phantom lines? An unreality that’s been my making And my solitude’s igniting mark I look back, and I’m caught breathless Nonetheless By what was created there In that fleeting Moment -thisisaaron
Poor little Charlie McCarthy Dust collecting friend He never made to move you So you sat like that instead A prop for every doorway Of time possession She arrives right now, exploits you And you willingly let her in -thisisaaron (from TimeTrap, originally written 9.25.19)
I’ve gotten Tripped up on my Piano fantasy Frank O’Hara Wishing that I were her I gave her strength And power over every part of me But now I’m not so sure It pains me The poisonous point This separation of sense You reach for me Through time and the distance Of time all I know Is that I still Have his hand to hold on to And I’m trying to Not let go If you’re there somewhere In the other dimension I’m just letting you know I stopped descending staircases Long ago I learned th
Deep in suburbs labyrinthia She lives on a corner lot Tangled in weeds laureline Behind an askew fence It works for a witch’s house It works for a witch’s house Yellow cactus flower cuculine I thought winter froze to death Comes springing back miraculously Behind her rusty Honda civic It works for a witch’s house It works for a witch’s house Her sidewalk’s graveyard for branches Grasses humificate her eaves Piles of pots terra cotta House her every forlorn seed
First rain of the Summer Comes louder, now, than thunder I start to dig this hole While ducks scatter away (Raindrops fall down To wash it all away) And It is Another man down It’s just Another man down It’s just Another man down Taking to my digging With a rusty spade and shovel The right spot for the pond By the eyes of the headless maidens (and the dirt p
I can only imagine what you thought of me Some strange, affected blogger bloke Chiming in from desolate-hunger side of restoration-resentment On your site of doll curiosity. This strange, wanna-be-artist-person-poet-thing Embarrassingly awkward striking out Thinking there was something for me in the public sphere of popularity. Ha! They say meeting your heroes should not be done Writing your hero’s, taking on their guises, finding your own guises I found some. Questioni
Beginning of Truth-Telling Rocks do hide golden friends, Ones sworn never existed Binding you to a base of stone While mind churns out assumed horrific realities --- systems Does this thesis work test after test? Have we proven ourselves interconnected, that mind bows to ego, puts forth hate, puts out life and snuffs out peaceful being? Should I change my name to sacrifice fame? I’m drawn into my stomach Because this schizophrenic discord should be put right Her
Effigy mounds burn to trump rail buffalo stone and go Connection Passageway clouds accumulate in artful ways, every movement --a picture to take Eyes that bind seizes trouble to take and release Snake shadow slithers off Startling ways of seeing is turning off Media's thirst for story Desiring worship
Mission, their mission Gatekeepers to good Mission, their mission What is good What is good Smash their bad on me What is good What is good Rounding-turvy-frozen-ground I’m breaking he’ll be their king, let him be their king, let them cheer their king the one who'll never surrender holdouts flying headlong into the wind falling under the avalanche slipping Bang a tangle he’s the king, Bang a tangle He’s the king Realizing entrapment's not speaking Friends, we say,
Call to awaken a storyteller, calls to awaken me On the way to Two Medicine, Driving Coffee in hand, basking in the glory of daylight – but then, The weather gets overcast and moody. Aspens are ceremonial sentinels holding secrets of ages past Summer landscape becomes cold and snowy The river in the heart of the aspen trees Feels forlorn, but healing. Lying a broken wafer on the cradle of life, The trembling mouth of reality sinks in— “most of Waterton’s been shut down fo
Racing for safety, for what was known Makes me bold with longing bliss Racing for safety, from atom’s home, Away from their devouring Elitism. Sing, the body, Sing the body electric Breathe forth song, Electrify story From the dark mouth of stunned, dead sleep. You will rise, sucking back what you lost With a bear grass reed! Ice melting, Twitching. Feeling Sun-break Melting, moving Stumbling... Fierce wind, Stirs free will to wake, Rivals tyranny Strikes again, C
Begin to read, Not all thinks can be thought for you Snap off your AI friend when Insults breathe wind, shaping my body creative again. Resurrect mountain songs, From changeling woman’s surging separation Devouring my senses, path of sh
