I discovered the lost cord
strung up
in Iowa coming to terms
with the thought of my
non-death chiming
at the fifteenth fret.
Enough rope for a song. – mh clay
The alley you’re walking down is dark. It is the back end of many dive bars, illuminated by the opening of back doors as some bartender takes out the garbage. The green of large, metal, rectangular, Industrial Waste Company trash containers lines the route. The smell is rancorous; a revulsion that immediately makes itself apparent. There are oily patches everywhere where …
The beginning of now
was not a big deal
yet upon its passing
it had no real demise
now continued
struggling
with then
so they put them
together with
“and”
now and then
that’s just the way it is.
“And” is ever enough for now… – mh clay
To think
nothing
is everything
somewhere
is everywhere
in the eye
of the mind
of the beholder.
Ha! Made you blink. – mh clay
“The vegetables often leave their stalks. Yes, they go gallivanting about. Yeah, mostly at night. Oh, they are always back on the stalk, or vine, by morning. Why do you ask?” “Couple of veggies been acting up. On the west side of the garden.” “The west side? That’s where the eggplant, the aubergines, grow. And the green beans. Those horrible …
Every
once in a while
in life
you gotta
put away all the
sharp objects
the guns and knives
lock the door
turn off the lights
light the candles
get the snacks
smoke the bong hits
kick back
and
watch retro T.V.
To remember
where and
how
you were (and her)
and enjoy some
really good shows.
A good show. If you can’t be one, then might’s well see one. – mh clay
Who is he
but an arching
brow brooding on
the exactitude
of
shared meaning
denied?
Giving
no quarter
yet asking none
in
blatant disregard
of me.
Little bastard.
editors note: And who are we to let him get under our skin? – mh clay
Silver seas
shimmering
mercury
diamond-glossed
reflecting
refracting
turning my
green pyramid
window-pane
mind
to stone
like it wasn’t
solid rock
before;
I slip
walking on water
fall
into depths
of subliminal archetypal
consciousness
watch out for that propeller!
Sublime symbol of self in search of something for an acid stomach. – mh clay
So many things
science doesn’t
know,
nor imagination,
yet.
Seems funny
fact
isn’t fiction
and
fiction
fact.
And I,
not real,
somebody
else,
me
doing well
for all
the world
to see,
whom I’m
not.
From one inmate to another… – mh clay
The ineffable
is wide awake
is always
evermore
beginning
ending
being
bad
good
in between
anything,
it is the
something
of nothing
that’s never
been
yet always
will be
not past present
nor future,
within
without
surrounding
something
that never
could be
nor never
could not
be
now
without
thinking
of it.
And that
is what is
everything
to me,
and too nothing…
This too much to take, to accept. It all turns back on itself; back to nothing. Too nothing… (What does Chester know, anyway?) – mh clay
