words of a people aligned in their perfect order
untitled dream #3
we are west sixty-six revisited
we are bound
bordered between psychiatry and madness
and we celebrate in ceremony
counting one to four,
four to one.
in the arena of dreaming
a precipice with feet teetering
don’t look back!
playing Aeolian harp
singing our __________.
keep it simple, Orpheo.
don’t look back.
a love lost within scope of wandering
and vanished.
itself playing on bent shaft
itself a white lily
itself a love under guise
itself a nuclear proliferation.
– Hoc Scripsi
I am informed by the Gospel of Judas Iscariot.
Judas got a raw deal.
I am also informed by the clarity of non-indoctrination and the curious mind.
Judas has been marked for eternity by possibly well meaning folk but misdirected and Judas’ actions have been greatly misunderstood. What would you do?
What if your leader, companion, most trusted adviser and advocate asked you to betray.
Would you be the friend that you have purported to be or would you actually betray by not following these wishes. We must remember that they were after Jesus regardless of Judas’ finger and kiss and silver paid. We must remember that the wheels had been turning against him, he would be found but the only thing that could be controlled by the 12 (or 13, and I think 13) was how and where.
Asked not to understand, asked not to explain or have the revelation needed or peace it would offer, asked to send the head shepherd away to be slaughtered by the flock.
Judas was no coward but displayed strength and fortitude that I doubt many have, it must be why he was chosen from the go.
mourning Judas, wish to eulogize him, offer him his proper epitaph, his song –
“You will exceed all of them. You will sacrifice the man that clothes me.”
Jesus knew what has to transpire – and if there was divine vision, he knew before he shook that hand of the man who would kiss him.
My love,
though we’ve been married nine years now – I’ve not had enough of you,
I may never have enough of you,
I may never be satiated by your lips, your face, your body beautiful.
I want you now, I want you always – I will never stop loving you, not even at nothing.
Allow me to hold your heart forever in my hands and I shall walk slowly, deliberately so as not to disturb our ever seeded affections, our ever strengthening love.
Happy Anniversary my love.
– your melancholic man
and my readership is at an all time low. I blame my choice of switching formats and web addresses.
I thought I would make an interesting post it being 400 and all but I am not feeling interesting today. This means plainly that you ought to read the previous posts, the ones that led to this moment in time, marked by a simple heading and celebrated by taking four kittens to the vet.
I have eleven years worth of poetry that has only ever been read by the recipient and never republished or even copied. This is a detour from my modis operandi which dictates that I keep a copy of everything unless it is crap and deserving only of trash heaps and recycling.
I think that after my death there may be a collection out there titled “love letters” – but it may be that they are always kept private. as it is they are not mine, I wrote them but K owns them, they are hers and only she can dictate their offering. It is my job to create the market for that particular collection before I die – as if I kicked it right now there wouldn’t be enough interest – save the few hundred that have purchased my initial offering.
Do all writers obsessively keep copies of everything? Once this would have been labor intensive but is now quite easily done with the technology that has erupted around us. Even in the age before the widespread use of computers many writers used carbon sheets as I am sure I would have done if in that age – now I use a copier that came attached to the printer which came attached to a fax and all together has the ability to scan things.
but all this is off subject – or I haven’t a subject. The kittens cost me nearly 500 today and we are giving up one of the seven cats that inhabit our household this evening. Over the next few weeks we will be two kittens short of our current count and can then start considering colleges as there are too many bodies occupying this house at the given moment.
I am gripped by my body’s sense of humor.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 