tell me one thing that exists that has not yet been defined

Nov 09, 2005 14:34

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they lifted him above their heads

the livid flowers of space
refreshed the wolves as
unravelled travelers

f

e

l

l

on their fur

like a dandelion d r i z z l e

THIS looks

like a great

place to pull

a coin out of a

crack in the couch

“it is very possible that I will achieve a greatness within my lifetime.”

i pulled

ribs from the

sky and placed

them in the eyes of

owls echoing owls echoing

i pulled

ribs from the

sky and placed

them amidst the ink under

the tongues of toddlers teetering

perfect

balance is beamless

I pulled

ribs from the

sky and placed

them in the eyes of

the

black bird

dropping

to

dead deer

pollinated caverns of ears,

o p e n i n g

“don’t know how much time I have on earth. one is the everything.”

duality is a dirty doorknob assaulted by acronymic fingers

reluctant to give in to reluctance, finger

tips tap and

tip hats to

have-nots

holding the hands of concepts, ONE hears the

jingling collar of

meaning

approaching

and lies

d

o

w

n

to mirror the moment not yet come emoc tey ton tnrmom eht rorrim ot to mirror the moment not yet come

language laughs

language laughs

opening itself to itself to oneself to

one

self

all-encompassing

the dictionary as dictionary?

diction is a childhood trip to dixon, Illinois

a bulldog with a forgotten name

buster, maybe

a christopher blind and bed-ridden
a choice with the voice of sarasvati

“all life is sorrowful,” said somebodhi

“all life is sparrowful,” said sunbodhi

I’ve got wings growing out from the ears of my toes and

“when someone says the word ‘butterfly’, i picture a balloon.”

pop

goes the easel spilling

paint into the eyes of

clever

little

chipmunks

scurrying off to monestaries of (mind) of

grass and twigs and big

footprints

s l o w l y

swalllllllllllllowed

up

by

rain

d
r
o
p
s

where definition creates reality and

that shooting star flies just

a

little

closer

than

gnat toes birthing

arrows

pointing inward on

inward on

inward on

wordless

oneness

and other infinite esses dressed and drenched in droopy-eyed arms of clotheslines coming

un

done

un

one

un

one

un

one

un

un

un

un

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