My poetry, thoughts and ambitions... Ictus: A stroke or blow, as in a sunstroke, the sting of an insect, pulsation of an artery, etc. -or- The stress of voice laid upon accented syllable of a word.
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Whispering faces crowd the drain below.
Leaky faces sweating rain.
Calling to the paved individuals that pass overhead.
Lost in a shimmer on this glass.
Reflecting the red dressed beauty.
Beauty it is across from his gaze.
His gaze filterd by his love and coveted by insecure fingers.
Tapping, shaking, sweating, thinking,
against forks, knives, spoons....
The wine glass in the hands of the drinker across the way.
The lonely lady waiting for a pass.
Staring towards the bar of souls that shake similar slender apendiges.
Opening doors to the nowhere.
Back to the street.
Back to the gutter and drain.
Leaky faces sweating rain.
Calling to the paved individuals that pass overhead.
Lost in a shimmer on this glass.
Reflecting the red dressed beauty.
Beauty it is across from his gaze.
His gaze filterd by his love and coveted by insecure fingers.
Tapping, shaking, sweating, thinking,
against forks, knives, spoons....
The wine glass in the hands of the drinker across the way.
The lonely lady waiting for a pass.
Staring towards the bar of souls that shake similar slender apendiges.
Opening doors to the nowhere.
Back to the street.
Back to the gutter and drain.
Monday, October 13, 2003
Crowd pleasing. Wow what a moment. capturing the essence of all existence right? Well thats what it seems. And only you can prevent it from manifestation...
Altering a monolisk with my sculpting eyes. It wavers slowly and then surrounds me. A cold capsule of light. standing in the center of this hall of gradure. The speed buy me with their millisecond gazes. Laughing inaudably. They feed upon me as they rot. like dying rodents after their last meal. Will I own this monopoly as it falls? The last standing in this room? Does my apathy protect against the virus? Or is it only heeding towards my exstinction? Do I seem to emminate some sort of plauge myself? I only wish to stand and watch it all fall. Then and only then can I create the better. which of course will all fall in the end and some other monolisk will consume the dead...
Altering a monolisk with my sculpting eyes. It wavers slowly and then surrounds me. A cold capsule of light. standing in the center of this hall of gradure. The speed buy me with their millisecond gazes. Laughing inaudably. They feed upon me as they rot. like dying rodents after their last meal. Will I own this monopoly as it falls? The last standing in this room? Does my apathy protect against the virus? Or is it only heeding towards my exstinction? Do I seem to emminate some sort of plauge myself? I only wish to stand and watch it all fall. Then and only then can I create the better. which of course will all fall in the end and some other monolisk will consume the dead...
This is a denial, mine own.
Structuring the falts of the world in an algorithm.
Formulating concepts of the extremist.
But they all seem to negate eachother.
Leaving only one, mine own.
Sadly I pace my attic in search of a lost relic I can worship as my savior.
The vast sea of lamps crowd one corner but I don't ever feel like reaching that far.
Dormant clutter, thats what I am.
This is a denial, mine own.
Structuring the falts of the world in an algorithm.
Formulating concepts of the extremist.
But they all seem to negate eachother.
Leaving only one, mine own.
Sadly I pace my attic in search of a lost relic I can worship as my savior.
The vast sea of lamps crowd one corner but I don't ever feel like reaching that far.
Dormant clutter, thats what I am.
This is a denial, mine own.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
A great day for a one sided conversation. I am the question and the answer. They spit out their answers slowly, their mouths full of the more important succulence. The spotlight centers with its poly-absorbent colors dancing about. But here am I, the questioner, never the questioned. The answers I give are only to my own questions.
What a wonderful existence.
What a wonderful existence.
Thursday, October 09, 2003
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