i just needto
hear you say
pain is an aggregate
like paint
on the dizzy white
of life
a blur
on the smudge of knowledge
i need humanity
to be naked
to chant
hallelujah the sky
is as empty
as the question why
the reason why
contemporary poetry
Soon the path is fog
While these hands
have broken bread,
caressed drooling
lips of pleasure,
while grey wax streams
down these cheeks
for soon the path is fog,
a dotted line of street lamps,
lumps of light
doses of darkness,
nothing but cold in the event
silence in the hour;
a particle swinging between cars
and the busy lives of chimeras
this shadow amongst transparencies
this elevation without certainties
I navigate like lost wind
through edifices and glow
seeking a new contradiction
a newer totality
or the last
dust of god.
as a man
as a man
stepping intangibly
on shadows
over illusions
one more man
that wishes to
scar the universe
one more man
defiant, futile
and ergo
drunk
a man
without claw
or reason
still looking
for a single star
in the black sky
of his heart
quotidian epic
Hinted
then ripple
of white gasp
the entire orb
of inspiration
then the clouds
the sun hiding
in total light
the task is to use a daub of paint
to depict a mistake
or a river of thought
or pain eating the soul
as if it were soft bread
I sense a feeling
empty of emptiness
it is full of invisibility
the irony is
the instant is like blood
never seen but intimately wrapped
a cut an explosion a gash perhaps
and the world is all red without words
like an apple
timeless
on the table.
Ding an sich
Don’t ever
seep into words
forsake the colors
and phenomenon can rain
towards black, equidistance
to every night
sleep
as the thing-in-itself
within the shadow
of one thought
soon no externals
but the perception as bread
feeding cold stomachs of mind
don’t lay claim to matter, chain
blind domain but instant unity
where space is skin and
bodies bounded as kissing
tongues
How would any sensitive soul react to this Fate?
I could
have loved
the fire
and hummingbird
little winters
stacked and trembling
my hand
wild and rodent
treading the
earth
but looks like
young time
nothing is nothing
my prayer being
when death comes:
may this consciousness
be that of a stone
stripped of its rock
NIHILISTIC POETRY BLOG
dead meat
Ethereal barabingbaraboom
I scream out joyfully for
not having aged a day
this awareness-of-time
of mine
I am the existence of the memory
and if eternity is the hunter
I’ve been deadmeat
forever.
NIHILISTIC POETRY BLOG
cave of shadows
Having crossed the street
leaving behind vapor or vastness
the bulb shines on the pavement
a flat spangled instant
this road to a friend
my friend
whose skin of earth
tightens a delta by the edge of an eye
I see the determination of a tear
gliding by the cheek ,
so early a thought
before it becomes fire,
before the verb
flees as storm.
I remember everything in silence,
like flashes of a dance
inside the cave of shadows.
My friend whose skin of earth
coalesced into the Nile’s delta
we saw the tear fall to earth
like one imperfect meaning
falling into silence.
Oedipus Coloneus
here is earth
all earth dreaming
this sliver of earth
this earth of maze
a rueful path on earth
all earth divine
hard as cock
as breasts voluptuous
this earth of sex
and dream and pain
here is earth
all earth excelling
in voice and void
this earth like
body drunk
with melody
withdrawal
If a closed
pair of eyes where
I could crowd
the effusiveness of 16
hours spent in doubt
and awe,
if I could stitch the
wonderful cloud
of perception behind
the dark mirror
of sleep,
if a coarse
hum of cars could
kindle the low brass
handsome innocence
of the thunder,
if the cocks collide
at hilarious dawns
in darkness the pupils
empty of light
to be cups brimming
with the honey of sense,
if the boulders of the eyes
spewed by the dreamer
land far away
in raw fields of
bliss
Beyond Language 
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