Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 14

Waiting for dimethyltryptamine release

The bronze edges

Of Bronx rivers’ night

Erasing into ledges of

Contemplating accidental death

Like any other in even

Haloed summer violence

Allowing the silence to become

(Unfettered/unfiltered)

In just expression

Déjà vu oppressed

Rendezvous incorporate viscosity

Where thy imagination hath off to?

Fallen dull in the breakers’

White noise thy subjectivity

Having given eclipse to boredom

And o where thy monotony to rest?

And on what penitent in mortem?

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 13

Egrets enclosing rainbow chandeliers

Dream recursive

Tower of image ’midst the toy city

A posh inspiration

Stained red déjà vu arrangement

This very moment

All its concordance

Its vale of (holy other/tout autre)

Mary without the veil

We’ve never understood truth

For ’tis not real

It falls beneath us

Lebewohl

To burn in the lightning void

Of bureaucratic space

Insanity to be as such

And when the fetish is hung?

Misnomered ideo topography

Rainwashing frames of reference

As lovers’ contracts

Cannot be made material

This has been learned

And the ground comes rushing forth

(Adrenaline/dimethyltryptamine)

Farewell noose farewell

Wash (silence/sill)

Through the inner turmoil

And to swell to hydroplane

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 12

And in the morning curtsy

Do shave of nights once fore

And only then in passing

Save a word to save the soul

For at bashful touch of eyes

Rudely ruffled on come

Some ties in social lieu

So staving off the urgent

Symmetry as lest some cordial

Greetings do crush it too

And so come on ineffable etiquette

A vast distance ideo proximate

To sooth

As silence is so close

At seven stories high

Elevated planes of cognizance

Waltz a fade to tangoed touch

To hesitate emotion

Impeccable neutrality

Now drawn unto itself

Does see its cordial glass

It shatters in the melodrama

Breathes a posh relief

A lightly suited aura

And some sifting beaut to reap

So fleshing self to wisp in cordials

And how true to warmly sleep

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 11

Despite the metaphor’s reality

It’s all encompassing vision

It is impossible to extrapolate as such

As wicker strings fly to candle flames

Hushed in breath of forced laughter

Knives clanging to the floor

The weight of all the real

In prison cell estate

The iron cold infest

In violent (downpour/downfall)

We usher of our fears

Beneath the sickle crimson aura

We the schizophrenic

Seeing all as one

Ineffably she listens

And doesn’t say a word

In all the words hath said

Of morte rain ’n coat

’N scaffolding so bright remembrance

Fluorescent alabaster

An albatross of sharp incessant weight

We crawl along the river

Friendship testing fate

And o a free woman

She shatters all the concentrate

She pensions all the reprobate ideas

The justificatory insights

And we wait for all her leave

Yes we wait for all of her to leave

So that we can see her thoughts

Yes we

A friendship distant wrought

Monday, June 6, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 10

Some days it is a beautiful day to die

But must say thee will not die today

But will flight for other days as this to come

And mending the abyss

What sheen doth cling to vaulted night

Veils shouldered as harpies’ screeches

Rhapsoding the fight

To memories so poignant

Doth escape the calculus

And saved

Rendezvous la verdad

Sometimes look in directions not understood

Snowdrift snakes in streets of brush’

Enamel repetitioned hollow lifeline

On times’ moment stretched infinite

Through economic heartbeat

Sweet freedom in demand of obscurity

Encased in distance

Just a breath away

(Absence/incessant departure in reservation)

Hath avoided of decay

In abstraction’ derivative experience

Crescent moon enclosing the flame

Burning the candles wickered both ends

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Tango de la Materia, No. 9

Intrepid without wings

Rather sunken eyes

Though lashes shimmer

The dark circles beneath

The dark pasión of tango to two

To eyes to eyes

To trust the furies or insane

(Allure/à leur)

There is no call

To think

To posture principle

To think of reaping past agreements

All its worth

Hollow arrogancia

And follows a hollow soul

Incapable of grasping truth

Its open wings at the tip of nose

Folding folding either noose

Easy death to ride the whims

Of airs too dark to fold

Caressing brackish glass stems

In the bittersweet remnants

Of winters’ chapless coals

I want a child to save me

As all I see is darkness

That not a soul can see

And for this I fear the worst

Will to be is crucified to mystery

A farce to ruse crepuscular

The will to choose

Will to choose

There is no goodbye

Only (morrow/marrow)

And I believe in all the lonesome

Save for knowing what it is

To (except/accept) the cold

And in the blackest night

I feel I’ve lost my breath

Yet this only emotion to unfold

And what to fear?

Snakes make lies of everything

Intelligencia merely an overcoming of the soul

To mark endear

Merlot merlot I love the red so thick

Its material interior

Though late to dreaming

Sunshine speckled fountains ascend

Deep longing to nature in tabula

Less rasa technologie

The immaterial flame

We must reap the ashes

That the feminine ghosts of passions

Are struggling to see

With eyes begging not to hear

The truths that might deliver thee