channeling [AKA] {HARRYMATTISONLIKEDTHISANDTHATMADEMEHAPPY}

He looked into the air and he said Write and in that moment the pen touched the page and the ink bled and the head that pounded hammered out words WORDS WORDS green words plentiful and planted by the seed sapling seedling suckling the Earth the mother fighting through the pain punishing the placement protruding and peeking at the peek steeple teeth of steel stolen and golden reflecting smiles fueled by cruel intentions the pause came and graced the tasting plentiful still stiller than cave air rotting in bubbles in the ground ballooning into the soil bursting through time piercing arrows scarecrows rare throws into the wilderness into gilded trusts built with husks and stored in tusks fluffed and rushed into the container tracing the rim with a single fingertip tipping the brim with anticipation rain touching rain and dancing trained onto trains straining drowning flailing in heat the moment passed and useless but used waiting and unreturned gracing fervent torrents tracing back to my eye still seeing by sight lightness and tridents canonized around rallies ALWAYS Dancing like notes and letters and songs made of letters and notes and written always as the intention sitting in silence surrounded by emptiness and touching your arm blindly daring to look into the burnt light but burning and feel its black heat inhaling the smoke to tickle my lungs pressure building in my head my heart watched in quiet discontent continuing its apathy rolling in the flour and awaiting its intention smelling like the flower selling like a towering tower set on the sky trampling clouds with glass setting concrete into stone circular the yellow beast beats against the ground and the men laugh and she waits for her stitches to cauterize set in diamond like a moth missing anything that was lost and hearing only the softness of a voice crying from the herd placed in pastures presenting natural nature at a premium screening the future digitally in dimensions missed and understood made of wood and clay and sand hardened like ice standing on the bottom of a boulder slowly collapsing and still dancing yes Dancing held out his hand and put it on my waist NO My Shoulder shouldnt remember shaved and flavored and especially flawed denting the hole left in the wall by throwing stones like cards and playing till the deck is full and the house is underwater and dried up drifting on the cloud and rising to the guillotine getting greener still less red less gravestones less terrain and transformation transported scantily clad in iron bouncing gravity generated and repulsed by the sight slightly appalled at the whole and wall waiting WHy Not and indeed it wasnt rest assured and peace guaranteed pieces of chocolate broke melted and sun drenched tossing water and continuity constantly crisping and risking rights striving forward for rights cupped in the bowl bowels descend and still aversion but goddamn I want to dance and my limes reflect it enviously sinfully a plenty store in reserve and steam escapes as rain couldnt build a big enough net to catch it all couldnt build a big enough castle to store all the sand in and instead landed on the island that I am anchored to the base camp and already at the peak unable to speak as the sky forces air into my lungs and lunging against it all my chest uncollapses and recreates the poison to myself building up in place of the sky the sky poison princely and pathetic praised by rhinestones running rampant crammed by timezones into a trance tracing with two fingers on opposite ends and two lips on top and the tasting was secondary and the pain wasnt aware but there in an instant pleasure flared for an instant insistent sextant and september still glowing and poked by a stick combusting leaves leaving skeletons burning like cinnamon and Dancing desperately alive with the last seconds of life desperately fighting without placing sentimentality into the equation and empathic to the core skewed and rude as a ruse rustled at the fray frayed at the fringes fringed at the middle and middled at the end ended at the destruction and created by lust in the first place inspired by a racing current petrol fueled sound crashing down on top of the bottom who wanted to smile and DANCE!



THIRTEEN OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-TEN

danced upon the transient stamps

the  bubble never popped at its center only the outside where the film was stretched beyond  the point of elasticity where the membrane was drained of stability where the crane was lifted above the shameless gratification of itself standing erect seven hundred feet above the building waiting to fall forestalling tension resentment and contention coping without probing but nestling the rest of the best things inside of the inside centered where it was warm outside the firmness gripped back basking in the dethroning throwing out the milkmans spout pouring out the grocers trout and calling in for reinforcements porcelain shins baked in the sun traced by the thumb protruding into the gummy coating pulling out filthy and hurting relating to the situation but related to the causation reflecting the fault at its rightful owner buried deeper and more hollow than the map had predicted stuck a pin into the wind and went where it lifted straining necks training wrecks and playing sex as a game winning rounds of defeat waiting to eat from the hand or the arm or the shoulder but stopping before consuming the rib waiting to live and letting the center give back itself to the outside shouts eyes and pupils rulers and groups of jeweled jewelers schooled schoolers and these fingers pressing against the mass waiting for feedback lacking and waiting for feedback.


FIVE OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-TEN

thingsthatneedtoberead [AKA] {RESPONSETOSHORTBUS}

Retreating into our eyes to stare at the sky as the weight of our idols collapse in upon ourselves and we leave the room standing but alone for the shelves full of baggage placed in pace with the beating of our hearts starting the conversation but elating the revelation towards elation and predating the situation profound and renovated replaced a stake into the ground holding the tent up and sheltering us from clouds crumbling and tumbling towards the ground doing forward rolls here into the steering wheel peering venirs and stealing chairs sitting on stairs and staring into tears in paper hearts bearing all the shares of latent hearts breaching all the fears of bracing hearts and retreating into eyes to stare at the sky but without the retreat and plenty of defeat sitting in the gutter of the stuttering pair on par with the recent scar left by the tar that healed into a road and the bar that breached into a rodeo fit complete with clowns and all the rides that left the reckless dead and the cleverest in the head and we move onto the latest development and we agitate and radicate the complacencey left in place by the racing bleeding of the greatest heading and headways and headwinds raced into the opening left by the void when it voided its vowels into the wind and was left stuttering with nothing but constanants left rampant trampleing the rancid meat of the language that they tried to defend with nothing but shapes that lost their shape and in haste were basted and casted and plastared and drenched with beer doused with pumpkins and spices and rice was considered for an alternative to gluten but the thrust was misplaced in the flux and the message was  lost when it was thought too long and the real point of the spear was placed into the belly of the beast reached when it greased its lungs with its voiding blood fluid and soot from the lungs attatched to the singularity with which it prasied itself and raised itself above that number just to see itself collapse under the weight of zero round and rolling falling into the hole prodding into the known and dwelling on the phone or the zone of penetration felt for days after the heat of the sun had evaporated all the moisture from the ground still putrid and smelling of use tainted by the invassion of persuassion and pressure forming diamonds pursed with the package and rehearsed into placticity recited with rappidity replacing the conjugation with the emotion and output not equaling the input the result was a sloppy sentance misplaced and penciled into the moment ment to mean much more then it ment perhaps in place of the place it was performed in but most likely it was lost to the length of the loss and the messenger was a mess and blessed with the gift of resentment and instability leaning onto the tower that she visited in the city at least by proxy pretty pristine and prominent but undesired by the modern or at least the contemporary or at least in the moment though betrayed by desire before abandoned by neglect and randomized by sections of festering in the heart or the brain indistinguishable by the night or the light or the pint and the darkness that covered the flame that covered the drop were all motivations of desire and he picked up on their intent but not their excuse or was it their reason and not their use or was it just use and from the juiced came the juice and the orange was not the same but the tongs were unreinged and chinqotigue unchained like misty and brighty and all of the lot and the sameness was  a lot and the jails smelled hot and the pails felt rot and the quails bent not and the rails went south and south i went and down i felt and sounding didnt quite make the impression i hoped it would but sonar was found in the nearest bar and the party was afar but the starting was anear and the always was always a beer even though the contempt was felt and the liquor was desired and quicker was always more efficient and cheaper in the long run running was never a strong suit unless it was a sprint and the sprints were only neccessary if there was an audience and the intent was once again lost but the hint of the spirits were tossed and tossed and tossed like the bossed employee that waited too long to let the emotions flow like the river that left eye wanted to say and what im trying to say is too leading so i miss you and instead look at the eye the eye the eye inside always rhymes so i leave it aside and in the aside i leave it a snide remark reminiscing on the  recent developments and of course itunes with its humor and telepathy would put on this song and so the lyrics that read ONE TWO THREE FOUR HAHAHAHA LEAVE JUST AS YOU CAME and only one person perhaps knows the significance but since i capsed it from the past he must realize that in my stupor i superimposed his presencc on my present and the pretext was perferated and easy to tear like the paper heart like the linx like the links that chain us to desire to prison to the heart and all the while i havent said what i came here to say dwarfed by pluralism when the goal was singularity snuffed by sunsets when the role was singularity strength and the intent of the desired who lost its luster diminishing and lacking behind a cover hugging a pillow untouched as the willow un brushed as the rudder unstreamed as the recent development developing in only one mind but two bodies and three mouths mounted onto a tripod for easy access and passed as the one mistake that lead to the uncovering of the ruins of babylon and tapped onto the keg that was passed along as the mast that kong climed upon and chimed upon from the top of the world that "all was near and the near was dear especially when the near didnt care and the care was out of fear " putting in its place the racing hearts again the hearts  straight from the hearths and raking the bread out of the oven crusting over on the stones heated to heats glowing heats red hot white hot clear hot glowing heats that could not be felt only seen and never seen only known and the wind up was blow over the owner of the homes that could not be visited nor frequented only driven to from afar five hundered times or less by a factor of ten but multiplied by a factor of many driven by the heart or the hard but driven non the less and replaced by the staying and non traveling rocks that turn their faces towards the eastern shore and ride towards the west always going from where youve been to where you came from and when you come out your still in the same place that you came to but the most important thing is that you came and occasionaly i will come too even though im the only one visable to me and viable to the scene placed in the dark and the translucency of prancing myself onto the stage the arena the feeble lightning striking the pricing of the sight that i see in the dark when i beg for the light the exposure the revealing the seeing that leads to feeling and when feeling becomes cold and frigid and the lid is  blissful but the distant bits fold into pillows biting the siding of the riding cowboys aluminum and bitter canned panned and harvested of value divulged and craving wine looking in the mirrior in your eyes that i cannot see and that is when the creep crept and the seep sept and the oct started and thats where we parted but the parts were joined in act and in passing again were passed but were at the lowest quality that the manufacturer produces and leaving the store while the wallet is content the product is wanting and the want leaves from the haunting of the future

the taunting of the future

the saunter of the future

the raw things of the future

that comes only in the past

but projects sideways

and places itself in hideaways

razors blades and knives say

that tomorrow is today

and laissez faire plays

fair with days

renting

and staying

and playing

but playing

yes

playing

and nothing got said

so really

this

needs

not

to

be

read

TWO OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-TEN