where does truth lead?
as a leader,
human yet bold,
into final, grave
judgment,
over Self,
with a pretense to deny,
ruthlessly,
the Self-less marriage
to the racist, sexist
and conservative religious wine,
intoxicating the West
with a throat climbing
upwards
to vomit the female's
Adam’s apple,
now so dry, shriveled
with frost,
cracked and permanently
wasted,
not a thought to
re-cycle,
only the Mother
(Mater/Matter) abuse
to forgive latent
mind-readers
stating new thought
dictionary entries
new with fresh ink over
the staircase travelogue,
leading yet leaderless
wading in the warm bathwater
fresh and awash with the
purest feeling,
drinking earth and
swaying so slightly
atop family trees
brushing neatly
along the skin touched
pages
leafing soundly into a
freed paradigm
lonesome with radical
imagination
to resist the sufferer's
cold throne and sleep
instead in the deadly
fog of oblivion,
away from the driven
masses
who prepare to wake
buried in another mold,
human and crushed
"it was plain to
see that a return became impossible
to the few left,"
yet grieving for the smothered
plight
pushing up through soil
blackened with fire and anarchist seeds
spread like wild rabbit
feces
over the plush psychic
grams
smoothed softly over the
nearby sea
audible, radio sanity
"morbidity
patiently awaits youth,
so leave the planet
sweetly,
surely and as meant,
originally
in the back log of
creation"
who failed to swear an
addiction to existence
over the creator's blue
telephone,
hushing the musical
light from beyond
into anonymity,
whose authoritarian drug
was fixed by the word,
and now silent to the
punch,
a subtle dream
slaking the thirst for
lucidity in modern consciousness,
to say
"it is no measure
of health to be well-adjusted to a sick society" said Krishnamurti
or
"I felt so much
better, when I gave up hope" said I
and at the same time
the neo-classical
home-wrecker bringing down the foundations
built under English
literature,
a Greek so directly
consumed with the truth
behind hopeless living,
as a greater calling
towards the being
obscured deep within an honest man
surviving with dignity
in the polluted sweat
beading like tears
off the face skewed
drawings
in North America's
Chinese heritage,
fighting openly
in public show
to peer inside the white
window,
painted
blindfolded on
psilocybin traces
greeting the mischief
sun
before education's
bleary eyed grave,
coursing through my
blood
like the jet engine
passing
beyond atmospheric
pressure, and all suddenly,
lying, I am down,
never to resurrect
my body torn infinitely
to the circumference,
pressing into waves with
the breast of an antique wooden ship,
steering romantic in the
warlord sunrise
boring whisky coals into
the ocean floor
with corrosive corpses
swept away
into the ashless and
unsightly betrayal
falling endlessly down away
from human belonging
feeding aspirations
to compost shit into
plants that invigorate atriums watery air
flowing nightly
into the submissive
snoring
issuing barely from the
beat chest of the nude lover,
pregnant with an air of
lustful potency,
fuming with awe for the
grateful wink
into the round oceanic
passage,
leading back into her
graceful arms squeezing heart's blooming rust,
imperfect and trusting
a famous sentimental
melody,
that creaked fantastic
and dramatic
from childhood vocal chords
re-emerging throughout
our traveling secret,
together always,
never-endless, infinite,
boundless dissolution,
weeding butterfly
revelations
from the poetic gardens
stringing up knowledge
itself on arboreal instruments
claiming nerves remade
tranquil by a mystery
feral in Love's sacred
vibrations
talking mountains up to
pointless endings,
unreasonable and without
equal
the spontaneous beauty
simultaneity
breathing with regular
organic sound
a healthy wave reaching
sky's peopled shores,
wherein all are
recognized within the womb,
unborn demigods to that
awareness,
giving lush expressions
to instantaneous action,
rousing impassioned need
to flow with an artistic palette,
swimming above
extinction in winter's unprepared lulls,
choking the urge to
movement within,
a mental pride
singing zealous
while sad and diving
earnestly
into depression's
darkest ignorance
shadow's dust so remote
now only found in greed
sick corners within
the Southerly Global
hate,
trading laws with
resistance,
scheming out of natural
dependence,
realizing childish
humility and finally forgiving
the precious sources of
Love,
kneeling before forests,
swamps, wetlands, rains, fogs, winds, grasses, bushes, trees, soils, shores,
stones, and all measure of fungal being in barefoot sleepers,
smiling at the unknown,
unknowingly
February
21, 2011
Chinatown
Calgary
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