tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80191502011-08-01T12:07:04.234-07:00TheGeminiEgo-CrushingMachineCompanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821419305967491714noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019150.post-24965532622642401722010-01-19T19:02:00.001-08:002010-01-19T19:03:24.725-08:00At the world’s end; A paper house, set on fire<br />Its majesty wrenched free from the earth<br />Its spires burned free of their berth<br />Old men of fairy tales, Screaming from each window<br />"Save us from each other, Save us from ourselves"<br />Watching, the house ascends<br />Into ashes and embers<br />Into ashes and fireflies<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019150-2496553262264240172?l=darkcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheGeminiEgo-CrushingMachineCompanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821419305967491714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019150.post-55103497932446856332010-01-06T22:49:00.000-08:002010-01-06T22:50:10.947-08:00watched the wheel not moving<br />bored to selfish anger<br />i was not a child. this was yesterday.<br />i rubbed my earlobes, imagined pulse<br />seconds before and after the pump-action gun in my chest<br />blows the face off yet another lover<br />my body holds the light<br />that seems so visible to others;<br />risible in my thoughts, so easily spurred,<br />so commonly spurned<br /><br />i know the line of her, that string of words<br />they depend on her for life and happy they are<br />because she never lets them down<br />as they leave those lips, more are cloned<br />to make their way<br />to where they've been before,<br />a vast estate inside her skull<br />the sheer'd energy foaming on her tongue<br />isn't she lovely, this Venus of the commonplace<br />is she not unique like everyone else<br /><br />more tomorrow. and<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019150-5510349793244685633?l=darkcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheGeminiEgo-CrushingMachineCompanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821419305967491714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019150.post-69740520843549939382009-11-11T07:36:00.000-08:002009-11-11T07:44:12.200-08:00no wind in the trees<br />a woman walking down the path below<br /><br />a squirrel scampers<br />from branch to branch<br /><br />here is the home<br />of yet another man<br /><br />some layers of his life<br />displayed in heaps and piles<br /><br />thoughts, ghost memories<br />beginning in the bedroom<br /><br />leading through the sliding door<br />to the pair of chairs outside<br /><br />and all these conversations<br />making a haunting aria<br /><br />their meaning only now<br />starting to rise and fall<br /><br />just like the lovely boys<br />who dwell above<br /><br />just like the mother and child <br />who live below<br /><br />where is the powder and charge<br />of their doings<br /><br />all there is, all told<br />a bicycle unused, an unlit chimenea<br /><br />sadness overwhelms my senses<br />i have to close my eyes<br /><br />to lay on my side<br />to dream of other days<br /><br />all of us in this place<br />restless and never certain<br /><br />anything but certain<br />aware of all too much<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019150-6974052084354993938?l=darkcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheGeminiEgo-CrushingMachineCompanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821419305967491714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019150.post-1139018423733095392006-02-03T17:57:00.000-08:002006-02-04T20:09:59.480-08:00the small image of the world<br />embossed in leather<br />resides rightly behind glass<br />hiding its secret geometry,<br />coursing latitudes and longitudes,<br />majestic oceans, its deep sea basins<br />full of salty tears and glowing after-life;<br /><br />great ranges of mountains<br />enshrouded by cloud banks and cold still air<br />middens for a slumbering geology<br />lush valleys bisected by pulsing rivers<br />bounded always by deserts and tundra,<br />by horizons of blue and white,<br />by desolation, by oblivion<br /><br />an invisible hand controls her,<br />pinioned between two fat fingers,<br />rotating inexorably,<br />suspended above his terrible visage,<br />gaping maw of the Creator,<br />perhaps he will swallow her like a grape<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8019150-113901842373309539?l=darkcandy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>TheGeminiEgo-CrushingMachineCompanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821419305967491714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8019150.post-1093018026568572422004-08-20T09:03:00.000-07:002004-08-20T09:07:06.570-07:00interior landscapes <br /> <br />blue and violet cypresses <br />expressed in chalk <br />those rolling hills <br />embossed on soft cream paper <br /> <br />wind and sun a faded wash <br />black rolling india river-ink <br />an horizon line of muddled lead <br />behind a stand of yew <br /> <br />white golden grass forced of <br />fen and rush in sap-green hues <br />a still-water pond raw umber banks <br />mercurial in dampened brush; <br /> <br />a view toward as well as from <br />each recess filled with harmony <br />only her humid breath bears softened <br />the dissent of form and spirit <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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