PRRRREEEEPAAAHRRRETHHEMMM

auditory hallucinations? but    not new data:
just a    synthesis:    of raw     data
by an    external      entity?
arriving for me as
packages
of inference and
perception
such that:
i hear        the apocalypse  unfold embrace --
then      wwvving boom speaks
and reveals Taormha --
my eyes are
empty...
forrrr ittt...

my fingers...

my fingers in counsel with this cigarette,
  dry veins of a grape leaf
      crackling             in the
           dark --
spheres of potential energy
   between two dimensional gyric disks,
   in their wake,    at their
                                       intersection --
a calling,
a mandate,
i follow,
iiiiiiii...

cloud city pantheon

the faces of gods
appear before me:
YHWH, Krsna, Mao,
gaurdian lions and tigers
playful sentient clouds
laughing and greeting --
once,
           ॐ woven into the sky,
          though we stood behind Her,
                             rolled beneath Her;
then,
          among the heavens and hosts
                        temples and tabernacles,
                        { O }   ...at first stern,
               til I give myself to the Way
                          and the ε¥ε softened
                          and glowed
                          and Loved endlessly
                                into and through me --
together, a library pantheon of deities,
                 a scripture of ancient tones...
         a transcription of the waves of ॐ
                crashing on the quiet sands
                of our everblossom
                                                   soul.

Vision of Communion

a golden wind-waved field,
          swaying Earth whisper
surrounded by deep Emerald woods --
in the center
          a low soft hill       crowned
          with a single tree,
          branches holding heaven.
in the field
          round the tree,
                                      feral naked children spirits
          gather in ritual
             to turn the moon + sun.
          sinking through yoga into the roots
                                                     of the tree,
           reflecting sunlight by their soul smiles --
the one sun above begins to split
           into 3 stars
                                rolling apart
                                til they drop below the horizon.
the tree begins to glow
           with purest silver shining mercurial light,
           its translucent rivers pulsing,
           up    up
                         til the leaves sing out
                and light splashes
                                                 down    down
                                                into the crown
                                  chakras of empty lotus bodies,
                warms  +  falls down their spines
                til root to root the cycle is complete,
                                                  respiration.
this Union strengthens the light,
                it builds         it ascends
                becomes the moon
                and rises into the field of stars.
thus passes the night,
                til from the 3 corners of the horizon
                the white suns rise
                               become one above,
                               and the day     is new.
                                              ∆

∆ ॐ ∆

young Krsnas
  hugging themselves,
        our Being,
                          through each other --
ascending prophet nymphs
  hip to the power of Love,
         we      blissful     intoxication
                                reverberation
                                  saturation + overflow
                                            of Love --
"the giraffe got into the apples!"
           i hear  lion roar  afar,
           i feel  manatee dream thunder.


          the whale-sparrows turn
                    infinity loops
               through the clouds.

Blackhole Whiskers Cheek

 (did i ruin it?

the scanner does

terrible things to the colors.

more to come.)

click to see it larger

Blackhole Cheek Whiskers

(about to color it! --

but my brother said i'd ruin it,

so here, unadulterated.

finished version on its way.)

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"T R U"

city blocks
populate like ant colonies
personal installments of
       logic +
       functional dung shells,
reminiscent of vanity mirror cubes.
eyes sore
from courting radiation --
legs atrophied
from lack of use.


foreigners mistaking the Statue of Liberty
             for performance art --
     thoughts of futility, cycles,
               determinism, chaos.
          "NOT A T R U   STREET"


   and by the time
this wandering orbit
  swings me back to
                  sympathy and
                  empathy and humanity,
                    i'll have exhausted this
                    grapefruit store of iron --
                    i'll be weak.


   still stumbling
for a nostalgic future,
mind in secret shapes --
    sleepwalking.


sitting on stacks of books,
opening cans of concrete,
it's rained
so everything should be clearer.

"visions of death"

visions of death
   pass before me:
         hawk woman-boy
                                           followed by
         Death's shadow
                                          followed by
         gaping walrus black man
                                        followed by
         twin ogre abuelitas.


an omen,
   a station of the cross,
   golden tableau:
     a homeless man,
                                     an Untouchable,
                a pid-geon
     with arms stretched to Heaven,
                                                           dying
     beside his shopping cart chariot.

"LES ROIS"

el otro bodhisattvo
    y San Slumber
 et l'esprit de dandelion --
      LES ROIS du paradis ici.


une fille d'été
        and Marley child,
             sweet boy --
   tumbling and stepping,
   Father only watching.


rascal acrobats
   of the city architecture
   tap staccato morse code poems
   on gummed black concrete.


on foot through these hoods and barrios,
                                              my home:
(dark Achilles blood
     soaks my sock,       stains my boot)