poet, etc.
Update to my last post. Finished ( as in compiled to a sprite sheet ) Cafe environment asset.
From Disorder. Just you wait.
There’s something in the sound
of one cut-off, expectant
trilling
That beckons pain to the forefront
of the imagination;
like an emerging
emergency.
An ambulance cry,
a consummate darkness strangled
dispassionate mercy moan,
a singly inconsequential and
utterly bewildering meaningless
reminder of twenty-two seconds
of heat
for a single cup of obsequious
good-natured bravado for
the all-too-long
April night.
Lie awake
bewilderment
death-fear.
Hopeful tastelessness
in desperation
for added
meaning.
He asked me for passion
I gave him compulsion
complication
Swallow it down
in finely vibrous
viscant
conducant
contractive
inanimalate
animystic
Full-on contempt.
Bend or break
We only live to bend
or
But break
similarly
(we reason)
there are
two options
to overcome
disconsolate dualism:
Fit the mold
or
B R E A K it
Choose wisely, said
a
wise
man.
(His name
has since
been lost)
Maybe it was Carol.
I think it may have been Carol.
Carol
Coral
Coraline
Corralling
Kerosene
Ketamine
Dopamine
I don’t mean
to be obscene
Let’s come clean
Let’s go green
Let’s
lose our Impact
Done.
Lost.
Let’s
drown our Worries
Done.
Drowned.
Let’s
bemoan every last
loss of innocence
come our way
Yawn in the night
Don’t fight it.
Fight it.
Don’t fight it.
Right it.
Don’t right it.
Write it.
Don’t write it.
Never write it.
That gives it power.
Gives it a voice
And we are all
We. You and I.
are all
well-aware
That a voice
is the heaviest
Burden.
Ladies, Please
C’mon, gals. You don’t want to be the last in your neighborhood to sport this BMO tunic tank from Mighty Fine (and you really need to buy one before that creepy dude up on 6th Avenue does).
Also. If I were female…
A SCAD short… somewhere that’s not SCAD-related…? Cool.
Slight I am
Slight I will be
Until International
Sponge
Day
is officially recognized
Coherency abandoned
simple freedom
Lack nothing
world abiding
A day for
nothing but
being.
"Do you consider yourself an honest man?"
"I've never once considered myself to be anything at all."
How you want to deal with life
is completely up to you
and
how I deal with life
is completely up to me.
We can all keep to our business
or we can question the motives of
every passerby
and wonder what it’s like
to be infinite.
Creation
does not exist
without Love.
The act of defiance—
Immortal invocation
sweeping rampant;
is not a lost Art—
does not exist
without Sacrifice.
Our bones and Our
winter Heatwave
decadence
allows empty shells
in empty chambers
of empty firecracker
pop burst flame
Emptiness.
Do not define Thoughts
as Vessels for Action;
submerge those silky
ecstatic
n o t h i n g s
into frothing Upheaval.
Not for one moment
should you believe
Life
does not exist
without You.
We are the Becoming
and we are the
Stepping stone
of Martyrs.
What one discovers
when searching,
Set apart from what’s
found on the sly;
Unrelenting in how
all these truths are uncovered
R e vealed for what they
meant only to hide.
I wantnotto know
And I wantnotto care
For unease is a burden
I wishnotto share—
But if glances at cracks
in foundational tracks
in the sand underfoot
Warns of trespass, beware;
Then I’ll cope
with the loss.
Suffer trees, muffled moss.
with no hope
that
chirped Notes
are Enlightened despair.
I’ll be back in about a month!