Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Prions




Akin to having written

some piece of RNA

that now needs to code for a protein.

Several, even.

and I need to organize them

In such a way that—

They assemble into a virus

And start infecting their minds

Ripping them apart from within

As they are forced to question everything

they once believed themselves to be.

I need to reign

Forever and ever

Like I have nothing to lose and nothing at stake.

Where the future seems like fetish

That I dream of at my core

And I’m asking in both a raw and empty way—

Why are we like this?

Why are we so broken—

So shit—

So empty beyond redemption

Where our minds tear away

at so much peeling wall paper

In the abandoned edifices of ourselves.

Crazed from the isolation

As if hallucinated whispers

Mumbling in darkness.

Even in context- 

Prions are a kind of existence  

Like some imperfect god’s

Flawed attempt at creation,

our failures mock us

with the memory of their existence

ruthlessly we scour their shame  

overcome with embarrassment

to show others the veneer

of a seasoned psyche

afraid to articulate

how desperately

we need to let go.

  








Sunday, February 11, 2018

Glasscannon




Within the Fragile Moments

In sensations of some kind of otherness

In some kind of attempt at words without time



I feel it like a rising tide

in the depths of the jungle

As if the mycelia spreading

Out into the forest

Where darkness pours between the trees

the green takes hold in the recesses of my mind.

sensitive in some other dimension and still familiar 

I feel you in my depths

You have my heart, in its entirety



We are the condors of the desert

Wings spread wide under the burning sun

As we dance in a gyre

Landing upon carrion

Where the talons of our species tear at the vulnerabilities of opportunity

Across great expanses of sweltering heat

I feel you in an emptiness I cannot place

Where the journey to where we are whole

Is far from over.

And I keep you in my thoughts on these lonely nights

in dreams of a future aesthetic 



We are as whales in the endless ocean

Where I hear your song over any distance

Like a siren across the sea

Lyrical and woken as if I am its only recipient

Where we put meaning to sound

swimming inside the leagues of each other

as I am only now beginning to learn

to vocalize the depths my feelings for you




Friday, February 2, 2018

Strix


Oh king of owls what do you know

In those moments of blowing snow

Oh king of owls what do you see?

Off in the distance, inside of me.



Beyond the trees beyond the light

There is a spreading world of night

Within us all there is a shade

That sees beyond this charade



In the distance machines are in motion

They rise as tides out of the ocean

They are coming, to take the trees  

To bring the forest to its knees



They come with saws, they come with fire

They come to claim some desire

But why I ask, would they do this?

There is something quite remiss



To feel whole again, in the dark

As though they have lost their spark.

They want our hearts, they want our soul

They believe that it will make them whole


King of owls speak what you know

Warn the forest of where this will go 

Would they listen, even at all?

When have they acted upon my call?



Triumphant in the silent dark

The trees stand tall and stark

Where darkness lives in all I know

There too, must the forest grow.



Within the creatures and the trees

Inside those men in those machines.

The forest grows in a space

That I know that they can’t place



It grows against them, near their heart

When they are naked in the dark

When they cannot shed their tears

When they cannot face their fears



But I know it’s there, of that I’m sure

& in that place they’ll find the cure

That it’s nothing of light and dark

It’s not about making a mark—



Where there is so much more to see

In these moments when they are free

In the shadows of our thoughts

Of all the fears that are caught


The forest lives within you and I

In the scenes when we must fly

Where all seems lost and undone

the future is, not yet won.



No matter what they take from us

Within time, the world is just

The trees will spread again and grow

Rest assured, this I know.