Thanksgiving

I’m thankful for websites like freestylevision that let me showcase my poetry, and I’m grateful I wrote this last Sunday:

11212010mindsolvent:

this u cannot ancient musician astronaut,
of life in a newmind contend; but where other
heads bobbed & souls sang up in someone’s
unlikely photodust of a century;
candy for historians,
wristology of curators & doctors allover
the magic artopolis/

this u say of a realm
mighty colors and a balm –
character windways transitions
astrolicity cusp-ish brazen change
needing a tart eye negative to realm-ish
deal with the avalanche of gluttonous souls
wandering waste-lust mad & I give a spectral eye
to artificially painted skies & hum “wellll” again, I,
in this blanched seafood waste of space doing the sales walk

what can a monster tell you,
all shit-evolved where mastery robotic
had swelled & coalesced & faded all in one
afternoon’s tricky dissolve
specs are too peered, peeled away
if you never had a real thought –
caress of weeping streams
& you said blur of sounds as yr soul creeps,
stops, hides, roars/

what can a monster tell you when it’s you
& what of the nearest skies & cities lost
here’s another day for your soul, soul for
your day. So i request a new machine, new words,
new means, new skies, here today as the full moon sky roared
& threw planes off course & mizzened its clouds like
unkempt mansions & where did pleasant discourse set itself afire?
O the lover who caved in jelly of my brain & eyes, hard-rolled under same
godcloak daywind newsbomb Sunday
but I don’t.

so ever again do,
molt of the eyeward pigeon’s
coat of smell these ponds hold.
golden canteen I hold & ponder & envy,
whatever you can sell & assail to get-get
to flow on.

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