All art
Is vandalism
Graffitied on
A brutally pure wall
Of conscious
Mindfulness
As self-awareness
Bubbles and forms
Before a thought.
And all artists
Crave our attention,
Transactions of time
And influence,
Only to abandon us
Like driftwood on pebbles,
Like unpolished beach-glass,
Once their needs,
Fulfilled, have passed.
Tag: consciousness
Karyotype
Trapped in illusions
I myself have caused,
This world continuously
Seeping people as
Exfoliants strip us all
From its existential pores;
I do not want your phones,
I do not want your cars,
I want to be alone,
I want to be unadored.
These thoughts, then,
With contours like enormous
Connected isopleths
Conformed, in time,
To new rhubarb leaves
In my compost-sodden borders,
They themselves shaped
Like a huge rose-breasted
Bird’s throne, although
The red-throated male
Reincarnated and his chair
Became fit only for
A cutpurse with enemas,
For that’s what rhubarb
Is best-known for, a purge,
Or repurposed and reworked
Rhubarb-threads into
The hem of a green dryad’s
Arboreal wedding dress.
Obscene protusion,
How thoughts appear,
A universe’s canula
Dripfeeds iodine,
Feeds my vernacular,
Suppresses my dreams
In false vanillas.
Yet this annual resplendent
Explosion of rhubarb
Reminds me of reasons
And the seasons encoded
For this existence’s
Unknowable purpose,
And in that singular moment
I wanted a phone,
And I wanted a car,
I did not want to be alone,
And I would have travelled
No matter how far,
In that moment reborn
As The Stone Roses sang,
I wanna be adored,
Drifting through into
My waking thoughts,
A garden party next door,
A tournament match,
I woke with seccateurs
Held in my left hand,
Needle in vinyl,
Seeds upon grass.
Haiku #716
716.
I defy the light
From my bedroom evening-bulb:
Exist without me!
Haiku #394
394.
I cannot think straight.
Subterranean mind surfaces
With strange curvatures.
Haiku #219 – #221
219.
Autumn. Time has no
Issue thoughts cannot resolve.
Firm, the universe holds.
220.
Thoughts, like footprints
In thick snow, leave imprints;
These, in time, must go.
221.
A magpie’s heartbeat
Keeps her warm. So too, do I,
Until dawning thaws.
Haiku #127 – #130
127.
The things that nature makes
I cannot escape
Nor recreate.
128.
The wires in my head
Send their eggs
Into the nest.
129.
My life then,
A series of endings
An event horizon without end.
130.
I walked by a swan
Atop the water’s surface;
The same as the one before.
Haiku #111 – #112
111.
The sky’s pods return,
Pregnant with thoughts
Born on other islands.
112.
Fears anchored in thoughts,
Black waves move unseen
In the absence of moonlight.