Sunday, June 2, 2024

Ghosts in the Ether

 

The only reference point you have right now
is the state that things are in

A pool drains down
to a point where brown water
leaves vegetation lines
on bleached concrete

I heard it described
that this hand was dealt cold-fisted
from the bottom of the deck

Some had overplayed it
although they may have just been ghosts
in the ether

Saturday morning cartoons
are context to others’ understanding
of the smoke that marks
this fire

Spiral vision is a landscape
sketched in a path
from the cornea
to the frontal lobe

It turns in on the user
driving its knife through the heart
of the matter

Sketched outlines of white light
simply illuminating blank black space
magnified and brought forth
into an immediate void

or ocean waves awash
in dreams lining the tides
of your stomach

MM 6.2024

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

The First Few Minutes of Into The Wild

 


Raised letters on steel plates
bolted tiny corners
bottoms of railroad cars
tracks like stitches laid
across snowy wilted wilderness

their division never rejoins
imprints wedged on land
like stitches reunite
frayed tendons
or severed skin

more like body modification
on this day so drastic
a stark contrast
to white-out sky
or prickly bristles
hinting in the snow

raised letters across metal
signs blood dripping
making fresh indentions in the snow
tracking whereabouts
marking fresh prey
slipping from one vessel
to further destinations

excavating an endpoint
division eschewed
division driving outcome
despite itself
its final resting place
arrived at honestly
through flawed means
alone

MM 1.3.2024