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Untanas, Quertas, Chietal Goyana, Huertal, Semveta Ardal
Prelude
Double ellipse
(()) blue light
from
candle flicker
seen through eyes that steadies
the sight of a sun
mine
I rekindled on hallows eve
she was a pirate I was
random a hermit of Thoth hiding in a hood wearing red cover-alls tied to waist from days as Russ in Norway with
tales of
spun myth
symbols (( )) carry
through
illumination of the
dark in hands that
will deform that will corrupt
its
carriage by
nails shaped by soft hands
fettered to a ship that
sails for angles
3,4,5
-triangle-
∆
Tragedy bit into culture
spitting chunks out
tasting sour apple
All that is left of the dog
that chased its tail three times
is sung in a small chorus
hidden as a side note
wearing a background dress
The Hound is happy
can't catch his tail
hound bound and content
will hurt own tail
The Hound will ever chase
rabid man
jumping borders
chasing tail
chasing engaged tail
own mirror reflection
some girls sway
-white square & black square-
■
mahogany corner, spotless
polished and laminated
framed the typist of the fray
tapping away on sit-com dramas
casting norm of life in fear
and never ending stories
classical plot lines forced
working over-time for a star
tattoed over third eye
in denial
spiced up dog-food from delicate
delivery agencies to cover the taste
sinking in like toothless Hounds
Toss-fed by sexually charged
leathery boss-men
Cornered
chasing their own shadow
in disguise
under spot light and glaring cameras
revolve
around their own axis
in control
of crumbs on the floor
-cross pluss cross-
X ╬ X
Tragedy sank into culture
drawing passengers
with a steady hand
foaming on the surface
remain
the cornered skeletons
remains
of brittle faceless
join in the middle
of cuboidal rooms
Chorus dance around
their rheumatic bones
Rainbow is happy
ladies in red, orange and yellow
spin in a web
dancers in green blue and indigo
cup their breasts
Mistress in violet
whips her tail
violent
at lines
of dead end dreams
Ladies will chase
the ink of dusty files
chasing tail
chasing soaked trails
of flat reflection
for depth
in some mans boast
6,7,8
-triangle within a triangle-
Comedy gnawed at culture
tearing into walls
feeding on their hollow
Wedge was an anti-hero
in tinted sun-block
sipping paper-bag gin
lighting up loose ends
and contradictions
to burn holes in codes and rules
until laws return
to nature of being
Dynamic pulse
changing beat
eternal flux
& roaring laughter
at the dick who believes
in constant gravity
-white triangle connected to black triangle-
A spiral laughed at itself
rocking in the statue of self
with tears in eyes
gnarled limbs feel heavy
after weeks of work
unappreciated, unrecognised
a dozen warm touches
under a patchy sky
of intoxicated nights
feel so empty
Even the banter of old friends
old stale jokes
lost reiterating muppets
rants into microphones
leave a breathing staircase hollow
yet a single point connecting
two tragi-comic coils
fill the air
lifts the cage
nulls the void
& releases itself
from the hold
of social gravity
-four connected triangles shaping invisible rhomboid-
Comedy dance in the storm
saunters through heavy rain
looks into howling winds
Agents of property stare
with stainless steel stress
happy as the middle man
free of responsibilities
happy as the trapped beast
disregarding
logic and reason
for steady currents
of paper values and simple order
At Mt. Eden crater Pan cracks
open a can of fermented corn
in a bar Pan recites a poem
for a free meal
but
by the blue lake of a ginger fir tree
he walks naked, sage, playing
the lute until the moon vanes
sets & morning rises,
darkness fade
9
-square on square makes star with a circular plexus-
۞
monologue of thought
is a dialogue of mind
comets and velvet ribbons between clouds
crackle instantly in pine
magnetic point of its needles
without delay, break laws, passing by
harmonising in curves
around time
breaking in space
hidden from angles
time of thought
is a space of mind
sun of the sun
burn in my minds eye
light of the light
comes through night of the sky
light of the sun
fir of northern spheres
point to the ground
sun of the light
fir of southern spheres
point to the sky
magnetism of thought
is a geometry of mind
shields of solar flares in the cage
of ribs
was bolted shut
by conservative hands
quarantined to hollows
by society's heel
Achilles weak but cast in robotics
machine of thought
is a cog of mind
melted stone, steam rolled
smoothed around my well
hollow bone, synthetic marrow
scar flecked by rise of day
soft leaves, young buds
break through concrete frameworks
break through our trodden pavements
Symbols break
through
flat-line roadwork
light of thought
is a sun of mind
Untanas, Quertas, Chietal Goyana, Huertal, Semveta Ardal
Prelude
Double ellipse
(()) blue light
from
candle flicker
seen through eyes that steadies
the sight of a sun
mine
I rekindled on hallows eve
she was a pirate I was
random a hermit of Thoth hiding in a hood wearing red cover-alls tied to waist from days as Russ in Norway with
tales of
spun myth
symbols (( )) carry
through
illumination of the
dark in hands that
will deform that will corrupt
its
carriage by
nails shaped by soft hands
fettered to a ship that
sails for angles
3,4,5
-triangle-
∆
Tragedy bit into culture
spitting chunks out
tasting sour apple
All that is left of the dog
that chased its tail three times
is sung in a small chorus
hidden as a side note
wearing a background dress
The Hound is happy
can't catch his tail
hound bound and content
will hurt own tail
The Hound will ever chase
rabid man
jumping borders
chasing tail
chasing engaged tail
own mirror reflection
some girls sway
-white square & black square-
■
mahogany corner, spotless
polished and laminated
framed the typist of the fray
tapping away on sit-com dramas
casting norm of life in fear
and never ending stories
classical plot lines forced
working over-time for a star
tattoed over third eye
in denial
spiced up dog-food from delicate
delivery agencies to cover the taste
sinking in like toothless Hounds
Toss-fed by sexually charged
leathery boss-men
Cornered
chasing their own shadow
in disguise
under spot light and glaring cameras
revolve
around their own axis
in control
of crumbs on the floor
-cross pluss cross-
X ╬ X
Tragedy sank into culture
drawing passengers
with a steady hand
foaming on the surface
remain
the cornered skeletons
remains
of brittle faceless
join in the middle
of cuboidal rooms
Chorus dance around
their rheumatic bones
Rainbow is happy
ladies in red, orange and yellow
spin in a web
dancers in green blue and indigo
cup their breasts
Mistress in violet
whips her tail
violent
at lines
of dead end dreams
Ladies will chase
the ink of dusty files
chasing tail
chasing soaked trails
of flat reflection
for depth
in some mans boast
6,7,8
-triangle within a triangle-
Comedy gnawed at culture
tearing into walls
feeding on their hollow
Wedge was an anti-hero
in tinted sun-block
sipping paper-bag gin
lighting up loose ends
and contradictions
to burn holes in codes and rules
until laws return
to nature of being
Dynamic pulse
changing beat
eternal flux
& roaring laughter
at the dick who believes
in constant gravity
-white triangle connected to black triangle-
A spiral laughed at itself
rocking in the statue of self
with tears in eyes
gnarled limbs feel heavy
after weeks of work
unappreciated, unrecognised
a dozen warm touches
under a patchy sky
of intoxicated nights
feel so empty
Even the banter of old friends
old stale jokes
lost reiterating muppets
rants into microphones
leave a breathing staircase hollow
yet a single point connecting
two tragi-comic coils
fill the air
lifts the cage
nulls the void
& releases itself
from the hold
of social gravity
-four connected triangles shaping invisible rhomboid-
Comedy dance in the storm
saunters through heavy rain
looks into howling winds
Agents of property stare
with stainless steel stress
happy as the middle man
free of responsibilities
happy as the trapped beast
disregarding
logic and reason
for steady currents
of paper values and simple order
At Mt. Eden crater Pan cracks
open a can of fermented corn
in a bar Pan recites a poem
for a free meal
but
by the blue lake of a ginger fir tree
he walks naked, sage, playing
the lute until the moon vanes
sets & morning rises,
darkness fade
9
-square on square makes star with a circular plexus-
۞
monologue of thought
is a dialogue of mind
comets and velvet ribbons between clouds
crackle instantly in pine
magnetic point of its needles
without delay, break laws, passing by
harmonising in curves
around time
breaking in space
hidden from angles
time of thought
is a space of mind
sun of the sun
burn in my minds eye
light of the light
comes through night of the sky
light of the sun
fir of northern spheres
point to the ground
sun of the light
fir of southern spheres
point to the sky
magnetism of thought
is a geometry of mind
shields of solar flares in the cage
of ribs
was bolted shut
by conservative hands
quarantined to hollows
by society's heel
Achilles weak but cast in robotics
machine of thought
is a cog of mind
melted stone, steam rolled
smoothed around my well
hollow bone, synthetic marrow
scar flecked by rise of day
soft leaves, young buds
break through concrete frameworks
break through our trodden pavements
Symbols break
through
flat-line roadwork
light of thought
is a sun of mind
