sumalangitnawa

the moon turns away sunspots that care not what she says rock heart encapsulated snow hair  ice   white    on     her      face       f a  d   e    s approach the flames fierce solar wind s u  b   l    i     m      a       t        i         o          n begins

The Floral Assault A flower fell into his drink He shoved it away repulsed Foreign object Contamination What an abomination I said it's not that bad But it didn't quench his thirst For purity Of what I wonder Why he can readily partake in A brew conceived in a steel belly Fed by plastic veins And raised by Commodity But a flower in his drink Was worse than a toenail in the sink The beautiful gift of the tree and wind Was shoved away by him to whom it was sent I wish we could see more The poetry in things superordinary

is the world hermitian? thick obscure our imaginary selves inhabit our cities why each of us feel we hold the truth and know the real deal what makes the determinant of this human matrix equal to nothing our dreams locked - branded unreal we follow each other's imaginary footsteps when the different and the uncommon the mutant ideas non-expressed in the genius of our thoughts blossom to dry sumalangitnawa 1999

denselyDENSELYpopulatedOVER.HEREislands  f  l   o    a     t    i    n    g   seeking the pacific's navel    (right there in the middle) foreststaxisconcreteFIGHTINGroadsestuariesparksFORlandfillscommercelivingSPACEexoticmundaneunusual a balloon humanity inflates changing packing rocking mocking the boat chopping pulping timidly burning the wood that keeps it afloat sodenseheretheforests so to be seen the trees stand tall sonoisyherethecities  so to be heard they can't merely call butSHOUTohyesSHOUTonly andCRYohyesCRYsoftly as     we             s  l  o  w  l  y                                    sink                

Sabine's GIOST MIOST Get keys from pocket Insert key -twist Open mailbox Sort mail The sun Memories retrieved Insert to the present - twist Open mind Sort life The sun

... On the fall of Meranti tear struggles to form, but is too bitter to even try to fall we cogs can we pry ourselves out of the big machine reorganize, avenge? we are like borgs, coming together, different as we are, in mind and DNA, emerging from us, by will or accident - this machine -lumbering, heavy, greedy, needy. ... SLN 2001

... The Noxious Gas Emitter Lit up his tobacco and blew......s.c..h...w....o.....o......o I farted, and although it was not cancerous too, To return the favor, it was the least I could do. SLN 4/2/2001

... We phant It's the asma But still, go Ria, go We run out of Time The Shadows lengthen Beside every Tree Quiet and Defunct their stumps Like stubble on the naked mountains TheyQuietUs And so we phant Despite the asma We must go Ria, go This trail will melt Under the rain and setting sun LikeChocolateMud Under out feet Me? does it matter? You? Rabbits? Have-nots or Have-its? We can't stop this We can't stop now SLN

a universe lay macro still on the grass planets red orbs of reflected light denizens - a crawl in a slow consuming dance energy out, bonds are broken and this aware observer if choice was taken may end it all but helpless in stopping entropy half the universe gone inside and out like a sticky glove taken off and on the grass it lays half a cat.

... dead flowers dead flowers will I get some tonight dead flowers seem alright and oh I keep waiting for the time stop looking for peace inside my mind (hey don't close your eyes I think death's in sight) dry tear drops fill empty eyes like storm clouds in desert skies so why when you have roses in your hands eye my dead flowers with envious eyes (hey fight for your right or be dead like flowers in the night) [SLN, long ago]