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Basement Rumblings |
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Sunday, fading Sunday. Culture?
Snake Visions
The stream
Diving in
Getting down
Finding shiny rocks in the silt of grouchy Chronos
Looking up
See the stars
Hug the grass
Walk swift balanced like squirrel along rocky walls
Cliffside calls
Echoed low moan
Darkness swallows
Shadow creep and pry the jaws of Orouboros
Under stair
Whisps of jet hair
Hate on soft lips
Toss the seed into the breeze and watch the fall.
There was an avatar of Kali dancing shoeless
It comes with insistent 4am electronic bleatings
Sidling into the workhaze, the shuddering strange state of semi-existence…
When the cracks get wedged wider with tearing fingers and the heart of tomorrow rises glowing under the scattered cloudthreads.
There was a walk in a highgrass meadow before we split off, a wandering and laughing and burrowing that sang of innocence and a certain joyful realization that all was passing and pleasant and good.
There were a thousand diamond moments sparkling and fading and warm on our throats, and we watched them flow through us and out into the world like a hitchhiker watches a car full of laughing young people as it fades tiny shining on the dusty redbrown horizon.
There was an onyx pool of blood thick and dust-ringed on the pavement as the sound of dust in brush mingled with the shrieks of tiny animals as the desert rolled on unceasing and uncaring.
The smell of burning rubber faded and the radio came on screaming glorious rhythmic salvations as we headed into the uncertain fate of a new fateladen day.
Squid Mantra
Scrawls on the walls of dusty green halls, our echoing calls resounding pounding down, drywall resonance rebounding tunnel sound in the funnel undergroundings….
Signal flares we rise and bust
Rain down in rose and dust
And Tentacles.
Regal blue he waits for you
In sidewalk dust
Tentacles on your shoe
In Ink we trust.
Once before the books of time
we spoke in rhyme
under Mesopotamian moons,
Arminarm stardraped shrouds
we measured the dust clouds
that foretold our booming doom.
Awls and mauls
we sought the call
persistent commitment
shifting salty sediment
Rough thick mudbrick
we dug it with a stick
found ourselves on shelves
Same faces, our ancient shells.
