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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Peter Solarz
Not today Justin
Misplaced Lens Cap
YOU ARE THE REASON

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@iaintscaredofyou
the Holy Ghost was not so much apparition
as a trick of the eye or a cataract
we see now, we see
spine in splinters by the weight of my head
every moment a new pain
every bit of tissue in some phase of rot
I practice death all day, stirring only once
high noon, dry to the bone
high moon, drier still
the pleasure of flowers
into time, my one urge has been to hide
— I’m needed in the depths !
rust and rocks, coloured like livers and muscles
a reminder that I am the soul and soil of this earth
if only I could be spread out like this, under the blue sky, as big as the sky
no
instead, I should burrow down
plant myself and sleep
Primordial Scum
if we strip the varnish, there is truth to be found
and with blood pumping through it!
invisible gas gains volume in the lungs and any word breathed out only an emission of the aether.
riding on vibrations, out between teeth before they chomp down to chew up the next chunk of sensation.
divinity runs down through matrices to become form, then food.
everything is masticated and regurgitated to no end.
there from the nutritive gunk we are born again.
bath
I whisper my conviction through parched mouth
this world has no patience for fragility
but the black sky is my home and it reaches down for me
delicate but many are the tears and they flood the streets
between the cymbals and drums I hear that black sky humming
cold water taps soft on my face and soaks through to cool my anguish
smoke and flashes are far away
and the dark, it fills my chest
all things shift and shake and burn
like boredom and life and anger
and this painful love injected in my skin
inches from my fingers and lips, radiating
you secrete poison, I’m punchdrunk
orbets and inertia hold us in to a kinetic embrace
I won’t pretend to know you, or what cataclysm our collision would bring
I’m pathetic, truly, and sorry for disturbing you
isn't the sun just a star amongst stars?
the whole room is convulsing in melodic waves
the objects in my vision balloon, then retreat
I retreat there too, to the place behind my eyes
does it exist though I’ll never be able to see it?
just darkness
an absence of light, form, matter
the space between atoms
nothing, there is no thing
I forget all the people I’ve been, I don’t know the people I’ll be
in my cave, staring up at the moon, I’m an amoeba
nothing distinct, just a vessel or a medium which waves pass through
and here I can retreat to my oddities
every gooey, sickly part on display to no one!
here I’m one with the unfixed world, changing by the moment
I’m not held up by the floor
this place has a viscous vapor in which I’m suspended
those occasional flies around my head
don’t bother me any more the fingers of the sun running across my skin
there may be ice stealing away my toes, feet, now ankles
and I may be a thousand feet from the angelic sky
but the vapor presses this environment against me
and it cradles my head and limbs
here, now
I feel exalted! And yet, entirely deprived
I can move endlessly in the hours of my life but the year is only an inch around my feet
so I’ve resigned to observation
from my narrow station I can see forever! but not all at once
I plant my feet as surely on this hand of the clock as I do in the direction it points
It’s no wonder the earth itself spins, the day chases itself around but never seeing itself on the other side
I’m not dizzy in spite of all this constant buzzing and twirling
though my attention tries to run out far enough to see itself on the other side, it’s tethered here where I stand.
In the world, under my skin, behind my eyes… All these prepositions are relative
peeking out, I can only wait with anticipation to see what unravels
no moment could be any less special than the last… or the next!
attention (slippery as it is) flies from shape to shape, feeling to feeling
I forget the subtle details as they pass but I’m impressed with an atmosphere
it’s cold and silent in the canyon
mountain walls of blue and black in perfect peace
beat slow into eternity, as they will
even when my swift beat is over
the sun having already poured out all its gold
lets evening bring its black to hang above
it’s hard, looking up, to tell which are stars and which are snow
until they fall soft on my shoulders
in the warm fog at dawn, the jewel-green is like cold water in my veins
my fingers smell of pennies
the cups of salt water sit out in a row
sapling trees and my dirty knees
are smeared with blood and snow
I have the whole world right here in my basement
a vermillion moon makes its silent decree
so I lay my head on the cold cement
and stay still to let the crows feed
I’m from science of a greater scope
and puzzles and games
and debris
rigged up by magnets
pumped up with gas
little white marbles line my mouth
I jaunt around by springs and things
through the cuts in my face
I peek out on creation
spiders crawl in my periphery
until the rug is pulled from under my feet
oh! my head weighs 60 pounds
so I pour out my mouthful
and I’m dragged and murdered out of earshot
the rockets, their captains, and
the launch pad are entirely ablaze
and light my green paper stuffing
then my laughter breaks me into pieces
anew! anew! let my junk reform anew!
when I’m unrecognizable
when I’m two molecules big
Oh but again at night When my achey bones have gone dry from baking in the daylight When my voice can no longer force itself to be heard I occupy an unsteady vessel too fragile to hold up its weight but it’s all a joke and my face is too tired to laugh I know the pendulum swings up this way sometimes and the white sun can burn me down when it’s up high it’s no comfort to see it set, it’ll be back but for now black and blue has the sky so let me drink it in