The Galley

There's something similar but nothing new
no revolutions on this globe eternally spinning
row below in doldrum's plane the sound of drums inside your brain
and this dear nautical sorts and sports is the appearance of winning
paralyze exhaustion sweat and blood and salt— relief comes with the rain
—
do you have any meaning at all really, to us? we talk
about you endlessly speculate and cogitate and masturbate to your beautiful geometry
but you don't talk about us. not once. every word you sing is specific and could apply to
but you don't have a core no heart no seed no particle of soul in need within this display
a firework you sing... all surface and flame and light and heat and eye-void within
—
bubble film message in wind float
spiderling dangle from spinnerets
a galley's oars a covered wagon these eight paddled feet 
partitioned rigid organizes sectioned men compete
pull to insistent metronomic rhythm endless beats
forward fore word always forward ever horizon seek
beat our backs and flay our skin til we are blood and raw meat
braise our skull and broil our bones and floss your teeth with our tendons
We'll strain and pull until the last beat when your infinite repast is complete
...but do not fall asleep.

Change

 
Inflorescence onion skins flakes arcs spoonshaped oars
plucked like beautiful gossamer wings but milky... all lily dead and mourned
they love us they love us not count the pros and cons do the rude accounts
a daisy's decision we will have; do we really need a new path?
—
peace is freedom from desire; comfort, sate arrest a bladder never burst 
expand and grow a mucky pool thick like a sponge in a junkie's drink
this pregnant overflowing sewer : body mind and kitchen sink
—
symbols disattach decouple from their clasps
even null becomes without — absent language not even drought
chanting begat Babylon while chatting begat strife
the only sacred things there are have nought to do with life
—
significance with no symbols fades and life it comes to rest
silent stillness no light remain: Pure and peaceful glory
risen hardly we all are sand nothing more than specks of rock
this is our reward, our goal, our asymptotic wall
and this is all we get, all the reward we sought
our trophy is a mirror of the blackness of our heart
our own last chance we plucked... a daisy petal falls

Estrella

        a star pinpoint exclamation in a black satin sky
a seed falling in forest pond ripples waving while they radiate
      orange glow of industrial lamps picking out your nesting curls
a termite megacity glowing from within with dark cedar light
    a cold day in autumn salt lick spray whips
sprawling structures narrows elegant thread-like neurons
   lashes our faces on the boat like lines slapping against the keel
greedy prokaryotic brutal driven hunger lapping and blurring the fine wireframe construction mobile
   taut, straining... cables strong as silvered spider's slender and unbreakable wire
 we look at your teardrop hooded eyes and we begin to oscillate in harmony
—
 in the twelve knots and storm we kiss her lips
 cold salt slick but with a line of fire
 hot breath of a fingerhole caldera fuming through the snow
down they say down is where we come from
we do rise to the center yes we do chimney up the brow
furrows detective alert and aware and ever calculating balancing
never sleep again with despair, on this ferry
escape velocity is simply to run away from certainty
she is beloved by eternity.
—

Ladybug

It's arid.
      dry
      a cuckoo's eye
      a Ladybug
      Red and black
      glossy colored back
      Orca's white spots strange
      why converging evolutions
      Ur's Occam's Razor solutions
      this derangement is a gift
      a mirrored-creatures monolith
      cetaceans fierce, Wolves of the South
      patterned here, near Lady's mouth
      a warning tattooed: Ur-natural things
      as armor on the Ladybug's wings
      her head and thorax be refined, deadly
      a predator who shouts "Be wary!"

      like distant siblings of sea-wolves
      their oceans are your living rooms
      they prowl and hunt in your back yard
      consuming rending part from part
      o carnivore o predator!
      o vicious little tank
      what irony that you, our pal
      so dire and dour and grim
      evoke such charming pleasant thoughts
      appearing as tiny gems
      
        The Ladybug, the Scarlet Warrior
        Crimson in her robe:
        Aphid husks in her wake lie
        About this whirling globe
       

Mayfly's Adult Lifes

 

we are the sum of our impossible solutions—
the ones which don't work well but only out in
public, shameless with our mayfly lives, our plain,
broken up iterative life — singular morning-birth in hindsight

Apis cerana

 
numbers, signs, portents dire
reduce to solitary campfires
in caves many lone shadows and plays
smoke signals, telecommunications arrays

structure is no guarantee
all praise the tool-using bee
our strongest ally gainst entropy
even in decay we see
the vast complex mycology
creating every bird and bee
no leaf grows without a tree
Ur lives beneath we

Chaos

You have not mitochondria
neither bone nor claw?
why so normal to natural Law?
strange as Ur's white thoria?
Like spores xenophyopores and more, 
paramecium eight brookesia micra long,
you multichannel multinucleic Jacques effin Bonn
surrounds consumed surroundings
invisible selection by excoriation
advanced amoebae with decoration
singing a lateral song
O Pelomyxa!

Concept re: Biography

 

We prefer to consume our sausages complete
unstained by reality's dogshit-soiled feet
for raw honesty usually can't compete
with our own fairytales held remote and discrete
from salt, nitrites, and mechanically separated meat 

Offspring

knock em down
to the ground en masse
dumpy con
crete candelarias after getting wet.


rage expresses nothing
who began and who ends last
meaningless begets regret
no elusion left
a-lens
Eye — llusion bereft
fast against the fury
a mast in doldrum 
hiss soft . .
cracked splintered,
broken oar
never closing
eyes, dried open
never to reach
a bowered glade
razorblade
hare boar
no razor, go Fish –
air rank succour

obsolete we are ideal
erase disintegrate
habitual substantiate heal
ponder on china lip
arithmetic |
streams of wendigos and frosted peaks
a gleam of knifing ice and rock
held in n eff tee
parse this in
infinity
where will slips back into our sea
we hope you will remember we
impassing



 

Tyson

Speak of bits of cockroach wing
not these blasted human things
a plastic falsehood liberty
— due credit to humanity
is not the cage that grips them fast
in deeds you see their ancient lasts
a bucolist's bounty, offspring galore
and factory farms clog every pore
from Turkmenistan to Labrador.
eruption of pustulent bloated cadavers
crying for mothers, all greedy hoard-havers.

Octopus Solutions

Octopus' compulsion is to unearth
Songs of light and of grave worth.
Men follow their Kings of Desecration:
Hope's a cheap notion of Civilization
we'll remain we build we claim
while Ur builds greater and deeper our ocean.

unfortunate that nothing's new
the comforting lie, a pastoral lullaby for every single guy
lady lad gal man: The sun he doesn't give a damn

Ur beneath and Moon above
tiny little Giza, Timbuktu and Phnomh Penh
the Taj Majal the Hoover Dam, every single work of man
concrete to stone, car to den —
Ur grows all and to Ur all end
—
We propose no institution
will ever change the constitutions
of these wretched filthy humans!
L'état d'éternal: Révolutions.