Monday, August 8, 2016

Rewire




rewire the relationship
father and song
lucy
diamond
loud habit
habit
habit
flow and understanding
the deep secret of change
change itself
relationship to song
diamond
lucy
hit
bop
habit
habit
rewire the relationship
to father
to satan
to church
rewire the language
altered meanings of
god
church
mother
pretty
satan
change
change
energy resides
in the change

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Trace The Lines


I try to trace the lines back

The night was dark
Purple
Without stars
Do you know what I mean?

My body was twisted
and formed of clay and pale powder.
Thrown into the air
and endless rolling hillsides.

I try to trace the lines back

Red and white lights
streaked below the bridge.
Veins that carry flesh, soul, meaning.
I peek out from a blanket of forgetfulness,
stretching from California to Arizona.
Catch the road, straight and black.
Look for a star.

I try to trace the lines back

Somebody was there
a mirror
just past the shabby brick building.
I dismissed the thought
Curious, slashing in the wind,
those elements tangled me in color,
leading me to desolate places
surrounded by water
and black carrion birds.

I try to trace the lines back

There was a fluttering hand
the ropes of my bondage cut into me
the sound of an animal.
I am carried home unto awakening
can see forever in every direction

I try to trace the lines back

I cannot remember
I cannot remember what I was
I cannot remember