Category Archives: fluttering in a yellow bush by the subway station.

…BUS NORTH…

[Response to: PAIN WITHIN MY CHEST]

this is what I’d like it to look like, mother.


…TO DEATH, TO SLEEP….

[In Response to She Existed Only To Explode…]

But Why Explode when you can fly. Fly Fly Fly. ALl the time, so high, like a dragon fly, through cries, of listenings to the album 5. She wanted to metamorphosize into a floating mobile high in the sky. A mobile that could stretch over all of Texas, like the ultimate ode to Alexander Calder. Shifts, shapes, spinning in the wind, mind the hurricanes and tornados, Dorthy don’t know shit. She just tapped around in those silly red shoes but little did she know that all that she ever was seemed to be a tripped manifistation of a silly man in lion suit who took a tad bit too much acid that fine day. Colors blur, monkey fly, and we come to know the sleep as we die, stretched among a million bright colors, prism prism prism.

So spook yourself out, don’t try to scream, just live and breath, for its Halloween!


…IDEAS FOR UNINHABITABLE CONVERSATIONS…

[Response to “Despite all appearances…”]

THE CITY


…FLYERS, ACCORDION PAGES OUT AND FLUTTERING LIKE LIMP FINGERS…

[response to “My old Russian Carpet”]

Extra dimensional railways

I sweep
Through my cloth rug, hope
Another string pulls out that I
may tie our shoes together
Trip all over the shag.  We
With a square of plush in the
Expanse of gypsum sand.

Extra dimensional railways
In pale rays like noise in
A yellow light.  Sometimes
They say if you can’t see
In specks or lines you merely
Sift through overlapping films
Your cones and rods make
Merry, myth.  You, shod
With tools, bespectacled
Armed, wail raised ‘gainst
Swaths of dizzy days, stand.

We sweep
Eyes through veils of sun and
Air grain—find at last
Space looks so loud.

[read the response: ” sweep, eep epe eeep eep eep chirp…”]


…HE SEES LESS WE SEIZE…

[response to “Brakes (v., tr., as against the embankment of memory)”]

one bushel…