Monday, October 20, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Miss O'Keeffe and I
My tears were dressed in the tired movements
Of black and white film
Losing innocence to sound and color
To glossy images of ghostly white crumbled flesh
And ghastly red chalked lips
A furrowed questioning brow
And a twist of a collared wrist
Grabbing at the crowd
Of sad confections and thoughtful feet
And black tie affairs put on with meaningless heirs
As I flung my heavy heart away
And I let you lick the hurt by day
To cool my heart and hide my tired head
Upon rust red hills of bakers' clay
Nevermore to be flat and gray
Friday, August 22, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Be Simple and Clear
By the gospel of torturous traditions
By vulgar contradictions
By the domestication of the cursed and damned
By your old world moth-eaten words
By drowning in assiduous absolutes
By irregular irrational flow
By following fiercely
frantic
furious
forceful
adaptations
Of curiously wagging stranger tongues
By bitterly speaking brutalities
By hidden sombre pleasure
By disparate fatalities
By ambiguous anointing projected in reflected silence
By approachable sovereignty sorrowfully swallowed
By unimaginative unaccountable uncompromising cardinal arrogance
By a calloused
sleeping
outlaw
youth
By an indifferent closeness that laments hostile love
By fear of defeat desertion dystrophic destruction
By fear of manic maniac krazy
By fear of strange dreams rubbing their eyes
By fear of eyes closed ears closed mouths closed hearts closed
By fear of chains cuffs locks links barriers bars
By fear no more!
By guilt no more!
By pain no more!
By jovial joyous joyous joy!
By deciphering Whitman's annotations
'be simple and clear'
I too am the poet of the body!
I too am the poet of the soul!
~Saint KKKatie~ August 21, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Excursively Skewed Landscapes
haphazardly threading meaningless signals and symbols
diabolically backward
through a hothouse of binary paralleled shapes
sending structural shivers soaring above
quivering skylines
of a vertical people horizontally heard
trying pitifully and endlessly to navigating time's
elegiac interviews
of a rising fulminate isomer tide
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Camus
".....(I do)not want to transform the world nor mankind. I have not enough virtue nor sufficient wisdom for that. But it is perhaps to serve, in my place, those few values without which a world, even transformed, isn't worth living in, without which a man, even new, is not worthy of respect."
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