Post-Positive Addition To Your Culture

 

Vintage Watching Eye from The Graphics Fairy

There was this incredible amount of

residual weight and space carving

as a chisel and a light tap hammer

might while looking up brightly voided

out in the ceiling a blank canvas

in which to carve out a new churning slate

 

Dreams set in and then hours burn

until their wake and imprint locks and strains

its tension inertia upon extremities at rest

 

The façade of movement in repetition

patterns strewn in piles of stained logic

planned and plotted, pointed in one direction

and another from the bed to the sink

to the drain, then moved again to cover

signs of distress

 

Its lift, inverse weightlessness

burrowed parasite feeding on the guts and brains

freely dispersed to attendees

immersed in shunting feigned consensus

in absentia

 

MM 5.2023

Pleated Pulse

 

Realignment

arrival in

 brunt of nature

 be it God or Gravity

a name or a place

drop off the image

 center

 

Present moment

seam circadian origin

 reflex signals

 the way down

pulse-distortion-chambered

 drifted solace

 silent earthen hue

 

At this point

 its circulating pulse

 is a spring bleeding life

 to limbs and limits

 to yours or mine

clay vessels

 or warm relics

 

MM 12/2022

Cross-Trigger

 

Chrome worshipper

hung by trigger of the cross

filth begats filth

seeded and sprung

feeding compliance

rotted through tubes

film on the side

of the plastic

 

wage paranoia

choking

wet dream

fully involved

forced into carry

your fetish equation

needs death

to equate this

 

procession

you’re the next stop

news doesn’t digest

but turns on itself

mainlines analysis  

as if lost

its translation

unmoving

 

there is no table

no shared experience

grief is frozen

re-allocated horror

is waged

its plastic breaks

down ad infinitum

seeding new poison

 

MM 5.2022

Ricin

 

English: Machine gun Maxim drawing 1905 Public Domain

  

  Jagged stone exterior
rugged face razor
corners cutting dirt
falling through its history
assembling in a mass
weathered lines and heaps
alluvial fan blades
   The first hit was free
intolerance coded
sedated DNA
the fog of war
its god and absence
truth conjecture
frozen hemispheres
spherical orbits
inches from your aura
   There’s a wind it’s bitten
through skin dry teeth
dragging blood across
dripping down the sand
she said parched
in the sun they ran
dripping mainlined mass
ideology, recovery
   The movement’s mass
its cataclysm waits
ice and chiseled earth
hollowed from within
dripping in the water
deferring judgment
 
MM 3.2022

A Series of Explosions

  

Thank you - Sara's funeral free public domain

Settled just-in frame
bordered not elegant
yet soothes
familial patterns
their blessing is life
untethered
 
these are two tracks
once surreal
or settlement
others horror
fragments
unredeemed
repaid daily
 
counting off breaths
light-grafting rays
filtered through beams
amber leaves
azure bedrock
rooted in sky
 
this dimension resets
frame which
I draw forth from
 
I whispered  
to others in line
thought aloud
while driving away
death has its way
with resolution
 
for anyone
who ever lived
who aligned
life’s movements
at best
its resignation
bizarrely unwinding
 
MM 1.2022

You Can't Go Back

 

Public Domain - A run down cabin in the woods

I drove

into deep wooded forest

with a depth of green

soft-filtered light

 

working its way

broken increments

all the way through

to the ground

 

    A novel place

that rolled and roiled

embedded somewhere

in my line of sight

 

it replayed its view

in continuum

by the time

I’d made it through

 

    If only

small pieces made a trail

thousands of years

untread

 

damp moss cool

crawling up the light

tracks are laid

to be shined out

 

MM 9.2021

 

Know Nothing

 

clip art

To know nothing is
duty bound
always
 
    Its liberation is
a place from which
we spring forth
self-generating
energy
 
   Knowing nothing is
simple surrender
to an unknown
forward path
following
finding
its kindness
 
   Not to be confused
it doesn’t lack
for wanting
 
   Its imagined palette
in humble space
doesn’t suffer
or lack
curiosity
 
rooted forward
 
MM 9.2021