A sudden outpouring of languorous and mellifluent brain waves
catches the body in a depth of stickiness
held fast to the beating heart of the earth
head sunk into fertile and yielding soil
(more) tiny roots
mycorrhizal connections through each and every pore
outwards and holding
the void of deep space,
an atmospheric embrace.
The light from a billion, billion stars piercing through
the throbbing membrane of biology
and a sudden knowing
that all is each
and each is all
and what is
what is. (less)
The tiny airplane flew across the ceiling and then the horrifying, tearing sensation of fear and dread. I was not sure if I was asleep.
The night before my family visited, outlined in a glowing green light. I missed them terribly.
The beams of the cottage pressed in and the bat(more) between the windowpanes stirred.
A scream I felt but did not hear issued from the core of my being. Sweat and heavy breathing. The sun was rising outside and the birds were singing.
I rolled onto my back and pulled the covers over my eyes.
The spoon stirring tea swirled against the smooth interior of the concavity; a small Chinese porcelain cup with a flaking gold rim and an angular orchid painted on its ribbed surface. The sound reverberates like Galileos imaginary marbles infinitely rolling through frictionless space.
The hot liquid with a d(more)istant, acrid taste plays across the tastebuds; one note and discordant.
There is too much sugar in the world, too much ignorance (nothing that is needed is ever forgotten).
At the bottom of the cup tiny leaves remain in a drop of amber liquid, the pattern resembles bats hanging from stalactites in an endless cave.
Across the table she rises slowly from the comfort of her chair. The emerald, translucent robe slips delicately from a slender shoulder. Flickers of light cast from a curved surface distract momentarily and she is gone.
The empty seat beckons.
In this foreign place (this new perspective), her ghost eyes reveal a secular acolyte confusing illumination for light.
Somewhere a door closes and another opens and I know I will always be here.
I swallowed the bitter words I felt but couldn't express down into the pit of my stomach. They rotted away the lining of my intestine and lodged themselves into my liver like tiny burrs, hoping for release in a new fertile location.
When I saw you again after all those(more) years I couldn't help but release the accumulation of the million tiny pains. Like a dam that has burst its wall it all came rushing out in a torrent.
In the lightheadedness that followed, through the stars I caught a glimpse of your eyes. I knew then that I had sinned grievously. I knew there was no returning to the way things were before. I could not take back the things I said (and having buried my feelings for so long it all came out with a regrettable hyperbolic intensity). I would ask for forgiveness but I don't want you to forgive. I would leave but I have nowhere to go.
Once again my biology has exceeded my intention; we are all just animals in sneakers and blue jeans after all. I can't help myself, this is who I've become.
We aren't that angry anymore.
We haven't got a leg to stand on,
or a war to fight.
There's no more background; no foreground in sight.
in the trees
(more) Pale yellow
We've grown too tired,
and we can't stand up on our own
The world is always growing
and yet we are still not alone.
in the trees
...and the sun shining on the lake
...isn't too bad but its more than I can take.
on the water
I know I will be on the path you walk ever forward and never back;
I know you need water
(I learn fast as a rattlesnake).
In the dirt where I grow and yield to the love you have;
where sand and quartz shift light
and everywhere tiny fragment(more)s are lost
I rattle and sparkle,
cinder and shake.
Evolving without trying
I can flip under to top up
and reach a place where no man or woman is defined,
where the dead read faster than our morality ascends.
So steal me away
and drop me in a well.
I will desire nothing but brick and water
until I fall up
and into you.
His head was as near a perfect sphere as I imagined a head could be and his body was little more than a nutrient tube dangling from that bulbous cranium. When he spoke it sounded as if every word caused him a great pain and he wheezed like an accordian(more) with each intake of breath.
He asked me for a a few peaches and I obliged. I placed each peach carefully into the brown paper bag, being very careful not to bruise the soft flesh and as I did so he began to tell me of his life.
He told me he had contracted the sickness after the war and that his wife had grown afraid of him. Very soon after she left on a bullet train for Houndsville and was not seen or heard from again. After the fits of mania wore themselves out, his body was left ragged and used (as most are).
I finished bagging the peaches and handed them to the haggard figure before me. I charged his card and watched him leave. I fell into a sort of revery and found myself musing on the fragility of life. It was then I noticed the folded parchment left on the counter before me; it was written on real paper! I looked around the store before picking it up and slowly unfolded it with trepidation. I was surprised to feel my heart beating rapidly against my chest. Perhaps I knew intuitively what the note would say. It was written in a primitive scrawl and was difficult to read at first. Once I was able to puzzle out the characters however, I grew positively terrified at its message. In english it read:
"Leave now. They are coming." (less)
We met at the bar. I know that sounds obvious but it's true. I should have known something was up from the moment I met her. There is no way a girl that beautiful would ever talk to me. I knew something was up, but I went with it anyway. Being drunk didn't help(more) at all.
So we end up back at her place which was really nice. She lived downtown in a classy apartment. We get inside and she's cracking jokes and I'm feeling really good. Before I know it she is kissing me like the world is on fire. We head to the bedroom and undress and start going at it. I guess I must have been pretty drunk because it went on for quite a while. I was just starting to cum when it happened. She leans in and starts whispering in my ear,
"Cool Ranch Doritos, Cool Ranch Doritos, Great Taste and Good Fun..."
I didn't really think too much of it at the time until a buddy of mine told me a similar story about a girl he met, except for him it was Coca-Cola Classic (Can't Beat the Real Thing). My sister's friend had it happen with a dude who started shouting "Tampax Compak!" over and over again.
I did some research and discovered that companies are now paying people to advertise for them while they fuck you. Something about heightened endorphins and product association or something.
All's I know is that I can't get enough of those goddam Doritos. Whatever, at least I got laid.
Shen-sheeba rose tentatively from the amniotic pond. The birthing fluids dripped slowly and thickly across her smooth yellow skin and poured from every orifice. The chanting grew louder.
She was already living. Before the blue sun had risen. Something had quickened the proces(more)s; the consequences unknown...
the club, the spear, the sword, the gun (origination)
the cave, the forest, the field, the city (dwelling)
the void, the doubt, the darkness, the chaos (source)
the joy, the love, the empathy, the courage (extension)
the bed, the soil, the tre(more)es, the dream (medium)
the light, the beauty, the focus, the instinct (action)
While we are running away from
the kingdom of our originations;
not hierarchical but rather holistic
like a fine gossamer web
spun under duress in the wind and rain and lightning,
the other is running towards.
(more) Towards separation and despair and a distance
so vast that no amount of language can bridge the yawning chasm between.
Our restlessness belies our true desire for unity
though only in stillness and silence
will the voice of the universe be heard,
first as a whisper
quickly growing to an all encompassing roar like waves
ceaselessly beating their rhythms on an impossible shoreline refusing to move, but rather eroding
one particle at a time
to be carried away
and reunited on a distant sandy beach.
Gerald had a voice like a ribbon of honey being poured into hot tea. He began his career doing radio commercials but soon took to acting in local theatre. His first major role was taking on the character of the CEO in an adapted version of the Wizard of Oz. Alongside Dorothy,(more) the scientist and the politician Gerald followed the Interstate Highway all the way to the Temple of Pan-religious Harmony where they all learned the true nature of their existence.
The performance was met with rave reviews and especially Gerald's performance of the CEO, with one reviewer commenting: "Never before have we seen such depth of character from the small stage at the Arts Depot theatre. Gerald Hurtzwinder's performance of the CEO has set a new bar for corporate representation in adapted children's plays."
After the play and the glowing reviews that followed Gerald found he had become somewhat of a celebrity. He developed a small fan base and was even convinced to host a few master classes for aspiring actors.
Very quickly however, Gerald found that all silver linings have a tarnished surface. The roles he was being offered all began to resemble his character from the Wizard of Is. After his first performance as an amateur actor, Gerald realized that he had very quickly become typecast.
Rather than being worked like a puppet, Gerald took a hard left turn in his career and opened a store that sold salt-water aquariums, fish and coral called "Papa G's Assorted Aquarium Accessories." Business was slow to begin with so to help with sales Gerald returned to his past and recorded a few radio commercials.
No one in the small town of Berwick could resist Gerald's sweet, imploring voice insisting that "no den is complete without a few Leeri Pearl Gouramis." (less)
Coffee in paper cups (small, medium, large or extra large (don't forget your favorite flavoured creamer; french vanilla, irish cream or hazelnut)), Snickers (regular or king size), Mars (with or without almonds), Wunderbar, Kit-Kat, Tropical Mike and Ike, Regular Mike and Ike, Swedish Berries, Wine Gums, roasted peanuts, c(more)andied peanuts, BBQ peanuts, unsalted peanuts (for the health-conscious) and chips, oh my goodness the chips: BBQ, all-dressed, sour cream and onion, salted (light or regular), dill pickle, maple bacon, ketchup, jalapeño, regular cut, crinkle cut, thick cut.
You need a drink? Don't even get me started.
How about dessert? Joe Louis, brownies, Passion Flakies, Crescent Moons and of course Twinkies.
Cigarettes? Of course! An entire wall of tobacco. Du Maurier, Benson & Hedges, Camel, Danish Export, Dunhill, Marlboro, Pall Mall. Available in King size, regular, slim, demi-slim or super-slim.
Top up with Diesel or Gasoline, Bronze, Silver or Gold, with or without Techron (carwash is only $7.99 extra). All available at your friendly neighbourhood gas station.