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
as a man
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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
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.
alea iacta est
yeah years teeth in sun
matter
piles up
dry
out there
waking
which is a breath
half air
half tear
obedient bodies die
these melodies
of tragedies
nothing more
than an idea of
awareness
this geology of memory
experience
breaks inevitable like waves
on far distant moon
unable to alter
the course
of inane atoms
the waves keep crashing
on the thinning stone
that life
half-asleep in chance.
AbSURd PoEtry
the diamond of the wind
How
many breaths
has one tear
aged into morning
long
sigh that lays
on the earth
as a swollen hand
being
this whisper
as a giant
stretching down
the precipice of clouds
without
the final cause
we release our cries
to scrape
the wind
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copenhagen
Pick up
I an elixir
of a cigarette
Copenhagen
streets
smoke it
sun
against the
music of embroidery
in cement
rare irrational duck
and the plumes of twirling cathedral
bridge
suddenly
the waves
carrying the strokes
of wind abroad
the architecture of mother
a coarse poet
sitting by the canal
inventing a language
for the effluvium
transporting
the hidden howl
in the influence
of my finger
the couple
glided against
the halo
sit
with neck
an aperture
to organs
a glance
of concatenation
the plastic fluttered
inevitably
on the surface
of the sidewalk
a dragon from the mouth
a vowel from the deep
senseless
it falls
liberated
gliding
or dripping
the memory
I allowed
to flourish
like smoke
leaving the
soil of the earth.
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against the buddha
banging
my head
against
rock hard
reality
my bottles
of beer are
empty
and
my mind
full of
quack
unattainable
unreachable
undefinable
unutterable
unknowable
unrealistic
Buddhahood
the rain droplets
on the window pane
are particularly
quiet
alas.
of whatness
what
was
it
this
fable
of deformities
life
when all
thought
is of the size
of a grain
of rice
and you shave
to feel the snow
on your cheeks
clueless
of how you
indefatigably
will love
the next
occurrence
in this
fable
of ideal
encounters
with something
real.
NIHILISTIC Poetry
Swathed
when did it begin?
accidentally
reaching intelligence’s cul de sac
walking away with empty pockets
haven thrown all theories away
like burnt shreds of money
now dripping after
falling into a puddle of sensation
nothing belonging to me above or below
I foresee the outcome already –
a maddening silence
staring out the window
because the birds
are pretty.
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the only thing worth knowing
I changed sides
of the road
walking
perhaps
to some ultimate
destination
I was wrong
it was only
another sidewalk
I had been
doing nothing
staring at letters
in books
without
knowing their meaning
the coffee got cold
I go for walks
when I get tired
of sitting.
I’d like to say
this is all true
but I only have
noise and vague memory
I have no idea
what I did
today.
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Beyond Language 
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