Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Slips of the dervish and images
These images came from around the internet and struck me as unusual in both their content and locations.
INDUSTRY
I had an emotional bypass,
A valve job on my feelings.
Now I’m pure Teflon II.
Nothing sticks, nothing penetrates.
I have no reaction. Go ahead
Say something beyond description.
A white froth stays on my lips.
I am overcome by drugs generated in my glads.
Tears in my upholstery:
I’d like to give you something
Wonderful. I look for something
And go blind.
When these doors open
I expect love.
No reflection.
No models.
Sores in the heart
That won’t heal.
Monday, April 26, 2010
poem pictures
CLEAN LIVING
Dressed in fetish clothing
And hearing uncomfortably clearly.
I stretch a membrane of understanding
Across my eyes.
I will have no doubt the next time
I see your face.
I will find it easy to recognize the grace
Of misunderstanding you.
It will be like a perfectly sharpened
Knife.
My principles will fracture
Revealing all their petty foundations.
I will shake within the wall of language,
Waiting for a single pause where I might catch
My breath and identify my feeling
For you just this once.
There is no use.
I am smeared upon the words,
Barely able to buckle the straps
Around my body, barely able to attenuate
The vulnerable parts so they will gleam,
Terrifying, romantic in pure discourse.