my body is a holding cell for evidence. the world crawled up my back and whispered into my ear something unintelligible.

i thought about you.
yes.
you.
in between the walls of dead and alive, as a black sun spit color onto the earth.
you slid in a crack in your door, into my blood, spreading and opening each drop, anastamosing and drinking in oxygen and life.
you.
in the sun. intrinsic in eternity.

crepuscular

he sat bathed in the deep red and black light as the sun slipped behind the horizon. there was the hum and creaking of the day shuffling and ambling towards the edge of the flat earth. the light losing itself and washing over the grass. nostalgia all around, hidden and burning in every atom and in places where there were no atoms. a horn grew out of his forehead and dragged him like a divining rod up towards the stars.

untitled s.o.c.

the stars are swirling around way up in the firmament.  a low hum of bees off in the distance. the flat earth is impenetrable and implacable.  it opens and relieves me below the surface before resuming itself. the sub- red sea is scorching, on fire and i swim in it but it does not hurt. deeper inward to the darker reds & maroons & siennas. no light, no refractions, no colors

i think of the forever burning stars. never ceasing the battle for eternity. molecules fusing and exploding. never a mistake

stuttered exhaled whisper

it will happen. but it doesn't even matter if something comes of this. something already has. something other-worldly. i don't need to see or hear or touch it. what difference would holding it in my hands be anyway. just a physical testimony that something was there that i knew already was. but it would still shake and reverberate in my bones to hold it and for that my body would be grateful to the earth and to itself for being able to feel it.
the infinite distance of even the smallest of measures. a quarter-inch contains infinity. down into the nothings. spread out into everything. time immemorial in a second. the cosmos in dust. your love in me and mine in you. a shadow and a specter and an apparition and a revenant. the way air is always a singular entity. into my ear in starts and fits and becomes a part of me. it will happen.

fragment no. 2

i want to know you. take that word to its extreme. spread it out and use it to close in the seemingly infinite distances that separate even the closest of people. to both of us look down into an abyss of ennui and paralysis, languor and lassitude, and know that we dont have to be down there but if we ever want to we can and we’ll do it together. know you.

theres a sunlight poking over an empty ridge and fanning out, moving in and closing. the air is cool before it and might should be even after it. tuck yr head down and walk parallel to the border. meet you in 15 minutes

'coins'

in the course of an occupation whose purpose is the transportation of patrons from one private hell to the next, it would seem that a desire would exist within the employee during every journey for the passenger to halt all proceedings midway to say: ‘no further. i wish to remain here.’