Only a week ago

a slender week now

so thin a painting couldnt be hung with it or anything of substance bound

and if they hadnt come out where they went in

THEN

and always  only then

is a small sorrow suffered

  

only by those few intimates

in touch

invested

 

and outside

beyond their pliant blue shimmering bubble

were it busted

others were safe

intact

unscathed

 

no radical chain-reaction or roiling chemical concern

                                                                    

maybe slightly shaken

                                        otherwise  what might have been their violent white destruction

would scarcely have raised an eyebrow

for Eyes  naturally  were elsewhere

Involved

 

utterly distracted

as they should be

NO  they wouldnt recognize

it was Only a week ago

2248,  Tuesday,  14  10. 14

All the varied paths leeways and sidings
                                  resembling the architexture of trees

their brown hunks kernels and buds

green leafy sprouts and branches 

their leaves  --  curious

and stout limbs

seemed the Art of their improbable way

but there comes a time when one can no longer sustain or satisfy themselves

standing back

looking at their progress

as if what they saw

they could still regard as progress

as if someone treading water in the middle of the ocean

so they do not drown

regards it swimming

the Darkness approaching

is not the Sun going down and the Day coming to an end

 

this approaching Darkness has been coming for years
End on End
 

and End

is not what they want or are looking forward to

       

they want a Sunset

they want a Dawn of a New Day

that Day most everyone else seems to cherish

without regard that they are cherishing it

Ignorantly

they wanted to be blissfully ignorant again too

but unfortunately that would be impossible

because they were the Tree

and not its Shadow

1614,  Monday,  13  10. 14

Thank you Mark Linkous 

He was accused by literature  --  fiction others called it: How can anyone waste their 

time with fiction?  --  accused by Gaddis Sandburg Jeffers Miller Lautréamont and Sade

of distractions and sifting time idle in his hands

of avoiding his talent

theyd be happy to step up for him

if he would kindly lay in their mouldy clothes and meat rot

theyd be back  of course  when theyd finished

fuckin liars

theyd no more be back than hed lay in their graves or swap places with Christ for His

Resurrection

rolling the stone from the opening to his tomb

--   Gentlemen  gentlemen  And I use the term loosely

Christ took offense 

Youve had yours and now I Have mine

So quit pointing your fingers and disparaging my words

                                                                       

You cant see them  I know your eyes have rotted out

  

So whoever youre listening to

youre badly informed

 

They couldnt afford to shrug

to refute him

nor say anything

because their jaws became unhinged when their coffins unceremoniously  unexpectedly

banged home at the hard uneven earth at the bottom of their graves

there may have been some acknowledgment  in their hands

an eversoslight distension of their palms

but since he wasnt looking

refused to look

he wouldnt have seen that

No

                            

his eyes were occupied by other things

who worked themselves around and around like hot rivets and mad rollercoasters

defying tracks and gravity

his eyes dreamed

and he could only try to keep up

distractions and idle times were only his breathers

He thought theyd get it

and maybe they did

maybe they were only playing a gambit in hopes that some unfortunate sod might agree

and grab ahold

To Be Notorious

seeking it on his own terms

he had already defied a god

a bristlingwhite ethereal god   mobbed in a blue purple and black aura

0106,  Saturday,  11  10. 14