Derivative

Surge

Up.

Inwards. 

Existing to squeeze

All sour from sockets.

Pause, placed nowhere. 

The timing is

Exclusive. 

Belong. 

Salutation, unacknowledged. 

Inner vibrating, augmenting

Bare.

This diagnosis should make sense

To none, 

Save the soul that prepares 

The Self

For intermediate conceptions 

Devoid of validation. 

Uncover

Less. 

Stripping seams 

Slitting beams 

Undermining crude effigies

Built once, when the clamoring

Was bold. 

The echo faintly dreams 

For memory to mentor excuses 

Boldness transformed, 

Into injections long deployed

To care nothing

For 'their' cause. 

Clandestine meetings occurred

While weary shoulders slept,

Tensely

To guard and stand watch

Over shattering bits of injured

Attachment. 

The Might and the Moral

Choked Sensitivity's gust

Leading the pilot to steer

More boldly, 

To studier worlds. 

Devoid of floral essence

In tangible form. 

Vulnerable platitudes, 

Demise.

...effort/trouble/trade/tirade/gamble...

 "...I wanted you to know my head."

Words, saturated. Stippling the layers

Of every fucking all that I know.

No hyphens, no conjugation,

Direct, clear, sung with indifference.

Into the right, into the left, pouring in slowly, thickly, 

With unintentional purpose.

That metaphorical grain of sand, invisibly planted

Melted on its own, to procure a meaning, pure

To know, to nod to no one, to know the dots connect

To substantiate nothing but itself, in the long hall of one mind

My own.

As sinus cavities blare

With barometric oomph,

I fucking bang my feelings,

Against the rockiest miseries.

I do this,

Languish in the moodiest halls

They are familiar to me,

And in that familiarity, I find a kinship 

To the grief.

How daring it is to acknowledge difficulties

To assign their due, their reasoning, their

Incontrovertible definitions.

To own and take into account, all I expect of who I am

And all I am willing to do, to rise to challenges,

No matter their level of uncontrollably fucked variables.

Duty. Responsibility. Loyalty. Commitment.

Willingness. Accountability.

Restraint.

The order in which these attributes derive their purpose.

To who does this contemplation belong?

Self, is a beast, with candor, unmatched.

The highest form of monogamy.

The ultimate sacrifice to obtain solace fed from completion

Of all I have in mind,

And all I swap in exchange for that freedom.

Worth the effort/trouble/trade/tirade/gamble?

Fuck yes.

Today.

Ask me again in a week,

When the night gets long and the shadows pour 

Onto me, into me, open wounds, intimate witnesses

That ooze with internal cream

And wail over the wonder

Of Genital Solitude.

Dutch Goat

Neck noodling

Hip spooling 

Wrapped, in whiskers 

In whiny moan, in

Earthy, deep tone. 

Moistened smile

Pondering the Zoom

And

The invasion of

Your space. 

Distracted. 

Bubble, magnetized

Dreamt in daylight

And though, 

Processes hurl, 

I focus there

An inch below your nose

Where sound eschews 

Action. 

And

Tongues, might

Taste. 

Wrestler

 That Bovine Husk

Was made for Dusk, 

And all the trappings 

...of a pre-dawn 

Fuck. 

We Speak

Dry morning ignites the queue

Of all I ask of me. 

Equitable maneuvering

Administered devoutly

To erect a day worthy of rest. 

The two handed swivel

Begets a function best kept

To lure the needs of yesterday

Into remission. 

Come,

Let's do this. 

Josephine

Slowed by the heat, the distance

The circumstance. 

The wonder of strength

Love, loyalty, life in service

Care to caretakers

Whose moonlighting days

Are far long gone. 

Mother, may I treat you in trust, in love

In dignity?

This daughter serves in stoicism

Direct and persevering. 

Committed to the length of her road. 

Built tough, determined, 

Unfailing. 

Time, trading these travelers 

Weary yet unwavering

To sleep in the softness of their duty, performed. 

Among the Nameless

Unwritten candor

Candor, too kind. 

Truth, belligerent

Unfeeling, maligned. 

Bubble of air surrounding

Ears, nose, and throat. 

Specifications seek wildness

To unfold the disfigured conformist.

Dry land, dusted warm stone

Reverence here, exists

In all the unseen notions

Of nature's unlimited offering. 

On couplings of sky and insect

Never known before to the sigh of man. 

There is eloquence

In the water, made to pool from rain

The trust in thunderstorms 

That lightning may follow to feed the eyes

Craving electric delight. 

To roam on plains untouched

Home to weed and wildflower alike

Naked and unknowing

Vulnerable to all, yet oblivious to the wake. 

Dawn demands daylight

To waltz the wind without windowpane

To nurture light through dappled patterns

As unnamed artists reap unlimited gain

Basking on plains that exist without time

Or the effort of elbow that seek any gain. 

The language here, desist of script

Leaves nothing behind;

No ink exists to define these points

Lit by heavens, above earthly delight

To be born is the benefit of existence

Yet to swim in tides of greed and gain

Limit all points of engagement. 

Luster lives on the leaves, as they whisper

Amongst themselves, and the flowers

Love penetrates all thickness

And manner of skin, when backed by volume

Simmering sweetly to yield deep flavor

To emanate warmth, and deep meaning. 

To guide sun into pores, filling their pots

Thickly, fully, sweetly. 

This is the hand I have chosen

To boldly romance the fiber of my being. 

I have widened understanding 

In ways, unmatched. 

To have opened all ports to freedom

And welcomed growth without expectation. 

Partnered to Self.

Satori.