Becoming more successful by the second
You have three thousand, four hundred and fifty one day dreams a day.
There is nothing significant in the number itself,
nor is there significance in the fact that your daily mental deliberations
are drenched with your own wet fantasyland.
I could oppose you in this sub-material dance, tell you the detriments of
flailing energy arms, but instead I just butt in every once in a while,
saying things like “can I take your plate,” or “Who does your tattoos?”.
I’m relinquishing any hope of salvation and feel thoroughly saved because of it.
My budget is small
but my capacity to be absorbed completely
within any circumstance is large, Extremely.
and the vehicle i’ve created to be able to be the word of God as it is spoken
was given to me for free.
can you taste it?
A table, set for two
a day dream with an overwhelmingly and unconditionally loving dictator named Carl,
who likes to play chess at the local cafes, and his lower lip tends to curl
when the match becomes intense.
My freedom is becoming threatened by my ability to daydream
I am a latch-Key kid with no home,
my hormones are red tidal waves
that love to break upon my black-sand beaches,
your shores are salty and sandy as well, except that your sand
is of a much finer consistency than mine,
but that doesn’t concern me much because i’ve always seen life
as if I were rotating on a ferris wheel,
things get bigger and smaller
according to my position on the wheel
sometimes I move toward them
sometimes I move away from them
and that’s just the way it is.
Becoming more successful by the second
Chikoko presents a clothing sale, live model display, games, entertainment and day of fun on Sat. August 16th, 2008. Sale begins at 1 pm at the 24 Hr. Drive-By Gallery on 7th Street between Main and Broadway. A dunk tank, watermelon eating contest, bubble blowing contest, prizes and more will be available during the sale and live performances including music, poetry and fire dancing beginning at 8 pm. Family friendly and a lively time to shop for a new summer outfit or accessories created by Chico’s only textile and performance art collective, Chikoko.
she says to open my channel,
she tells me to open her being to the healing abilities of my mind.
her human age says nothing of her timeless trek
these books of flesh are bound to burn
written in the higher archives are heavens tales
the trembling touch you know exists
as your states provide the proof again and again
were i to accept the “birth live die” fate, my I, would be for naught,
but to taste the doorway into the circle,
the timeless nature of acceptance and expulsion
to see the beam shoot verily unto mine inner eye,
a knowing beyond knowing
the true nature of time
how the first word spoken still echoes in my inner ear
and each sound i add builds the castle spires higher…
there in the wind
can you hear?
here in my hand
do you see her crawling for life?
tourists taste the glory of their own essence
when surrounded by the sights of this.
arrows melt into the fruit of true remembrance.
close your eyes and listen.
open your heart
and give the gift
of your existence.
This is art I made for a benefit for the people of Darfur that’s happening Aug. 14 benefit info
a poem I wrote for U :::
prime numbers relate states partial to
parallel preambles that mean nothing
to eyes whose water
drinks from pools in
deep dark forest roots.
shake trees to invoke kingdoms
a proper chamber burrowed
boldly through trembling states.
a confident dreaming ox
walks along mountainside spires
in concentric tides
that wash away unstained
checks all pulled from banks
and re-deposited into subtle residue
which resides inside eternal
storehouses of bliss.
peanut butter sandwich salutations
beneath black flags that don’t salute
through bold black eyes that vomit
truth tickets free of charging buses
and stop-sign bedposts.
a party you host for turtles named patty
and candles named carl.
one jar of lighting bugs, four ounces honey, five crimson lanterns, six feathered turbans, seven ancient snail shells, a blinking eyed bunny, two thousand four hundred and thirteen laptop computers, twenty five undeniable memories of death, and you,