"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Monday, July 22, 2013

Hey, slow down

painting by Brad Kunkle
In the dark it's all contrast,
blacks and whites stand stark, apart,
ready for the race to begin.

At the gunshot they run
and the stripes flash like ants on the screen,
a dance we invented ourselves.

Thoughts swarm, eyes swarm,
blinking pestilence ready for a place to land -
wherever the blood spills.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Glasser, Apply

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Chewing gum, volumes 1 and 2

Vol. 1:
We're stuck to
the underside of
everything, on
sidewalks and on
things you've built, over
businessmen walking into
storefronts and above
letters on signs about
sensitive subjects.
If it pleases you, 
scrape us free.

Vol. 2:
My tool is an amalgam of anxieties,
a hard steel no medication may chip
and no consultation may bend or weaken.
It is of some comfort, to be truthful,
knowing I am capable of such creation
and that such creation may last the day.

As convictions go, theirs could be stronger,
a brief clinging hope that fastens them
to bulkheads and armatures, to joists and
to ancient keystones - but my tool knows
that their better impulses are suppressed,
and that just a little elbow grease may pry them.
Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Shad, Flying Colours Promo (mind = blown...read the lyrics while you listen)

Monday, July 8, 2013

Musings on antiquity

We have agreed to live
in a world built on the dead,
but how many must we pile

before we no longer hear
the voices of a bygone age?
How deep must our history

dive before the bends prevent it
from ever resurfacing? How long
is the story we'll need to tell

to our grandchildren, and their
grandchildren, before they forget
how the ancient tale began?

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Arcade Fire, Black Wave/Bad Vibrations

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Bank left and don't look

All these shadows are murderers,
arms up, begging for features,
sent back in time with a flash of light
and a convincing kind of sound
that left them stranded on a brick wall,
on the school's concrete facade, and
on the picket fence - no, inaccurate:
The fence is gone, too.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Tame Impala, Edors Toi