misbegotten souls

write creation into beings 

who love

are featured on wall-side murals

painted with treasured faces

expressing those unrepresented

yet in similar defiance.

those who love

write their minds into oblivion

find inspiration, even in manufactured design

infuse with consciousness the priceless

bold quaking rains that persevere

in lightning stroke lust over the farms and valleys

that spring with life into the wretched gold-skinned hands of the new american way.

ancient confusion rushes into a police-state fear

trading spaces and scaling the mountainous border crossings

gated and finally swaying in some unearthly rust,

pouring freedom over the northern continent,

undivided, a prayer, with love for mankind

in churning stomachs

full with their three sisters allied; corn, beans and squash,

rising higher than any mountain top in the sacred realms

giving life to spirit and bringing forth materiality

with means and pleasure, great fortuitous lakes

endless and violent, rain in meditative slumber

over the Mexican and Canadian wars

derails revolutionary whispers spreading

from the spineless cactus of a starry eyed west, or their imaginary pigments

blurring and becoming ready for hibernation.

knowing little about the feasting soil

nightly struggling through condensed and preserved flesh,

underworld growth, with roots feeling upwards through the grave-shorn grounds

plagued and slowly brought to a blank and enjoined concentrated stare

in owlish eyes, frantic and swollen with movement

heat, an irascible, stubborn melancholic being,

pushing microscopic grimace into folded skin and whitish glimmer

focused wildly into the upturned snow thick air,

oh dreamer in disguise,

wake with a call vocalized

from towers disappearing and weary

in the first morning light,

shock entranced gazers

pour pupils over the single-haired tip fragment,

reflect a statue's burned relics encased in antiquity

survive the past with trickery in the momentary revelation

from an on-looking sage,

her brown-eyed ghost, closes above her shoulders,

sinking and twisting with every step

into the shrinking abyss alleyway.

a life written as graffiti

from talented distended arms

working magic into the obsolete concrete

courageous youth that wars

over books and trivia for a mathematical applause

within their minds,

the build up,

cornering her feline sense

in a mundane yet sacrificial wail to another day,

a day after dead thoughts reinvigorate the mind

with careless hauntings that cry and stutter a storm,

made in blood and worn as a headdress

to the laughing and cruel butterfly Asian trust,

in a token object,

insignia drawn with fingernail accuracy

as a tattoo beneath the skin,

warning in wordless heed

to beware for the introspective desire,

most inner and yet most awake,

as host to the world's untamed fire,

a prehistoric urge,

to look above,

walking away from the estranged bellowing

hidden deep inside,

a union with touch,

spirit's shudder

listening to the walled moods that hallow

the virile savior,

kneeling before the mother,

her spring letting a fume

so intoxicating as to send a man wallowing

eagerly towards an un-nameable shame,

her ruthless smile,

gorging one's insides

into a powdery flame

giving shape to tortured bones

sickening angelic royalty

towards their straight guise,

shaved monkey

crawling upon the frozen banks,

wicked with poisonous bleeding,

whose cursed veins send fungal sedatives into a vacuum bowl

mixed with surprise and anguish

at the folly in pursuance to be awake,

with a strength that supports human will

to the final breath

a rising

a kind of love,

a womb and a brain,

mere child,

who knows that

universal play and laughter

peering sideways and bulging over the slid escapades

fugitive mourning,

a character's lost self,

whose personality unmasked sports trials

as a fantastic way to train one's higher grounding

to a freed order

blissful meeting with a metaphoric and real authority

who sits always wading

in the tireless mud of biological healing,

reminding hair to grow,

effortless and with destroyed vanity,

moment's kiss

flowing magic and spouting wonder-filled awe

in the most depressed body

whose sexual mourning becomes weightless with resolved guilt,

and following the waning moon to its relaxed state

the road edges into wax,

paper becomes scarce,

the moaning thought quickens

inside the brain's creativity mirror,

and stripped within its reflection

a bird-like human

reasoning beyond

whose sacrum separated and lit upon the sky

as a message for the fearing

whose search need not end,

and that there is a place,

within the human body,

which answers always in perfect response

to the seated one,

creating from our language experiment,

to transfix meaning into the furthered way,

lowly and threatened for existence

by its own shadows fleeing poverty

in the boiling mixtures

beneath the sidewalk havens 

"guide our feet from sewers and subterranean flashes"

whose spillage frequents

in the soupy offerings gifted to the poor and mighty artists,

re-writing their conflicts with love through a right to live

towers greater than human creation

beginning in our eternal meeting with seed, water and that divine breath,

multiplicity of oneness issuing like big bangs

in the nothing particles sprouting cracked eggshell pride

in the lonely skin and silent drive

weaning our animal nature into an alien hiding,

the alluring appeal to renew our cavernous descendants,

inclined to escape and recede into the forest

wet our brow and inflame our palette

in the stew lush root pungent floor,

glorifying our sanity

in the restless sweat that quivers

into the somber shade

forgiving their river's newly formed source,

whose edges bespeak an expression

so natural as to be kept silent and nameless

except in living form,

where representation yearns

to devote mindful effort

towards a mythic beautification 

renders nature's forms into the formless

supernatural direction 

with sacred number

carries signals to other worlds, 

finds need

swimming up from the mouth

"spring delicate and sure as birth rites movement

in first repose,

on the island

sought as refuge

from worldly upbringing

and so seamless an existence"

a fount that trails through earthly longing and invites a way,

oceanic and pathless,

to grow beyond the gift and to bestow.

February 7, 2011

First week at new apartment, Chinatown Calgary