Oh weeping hemlock Do not loosen thy embrace for you hold me to the sun and guard me with your shade. Smoke drifts into the field, my eyes are set ablaze, I lay couched amongst branches, veiled by your teary eyed haze. Oh weeping hemlock Let me lick your tears dry as you sweep the sweet earth and kiss the ...
Wisps of hair tickled Hallaj’s temple his face dragged against the cobble stone The whips of two men in cobra hooded robes stroked the flesh of the stallions Riding forth in a frenzy unhinging his femur Hallaj’s open jaw jerked as his teeth caught a crack A trail of blessed blood trickled, staining the wooden rosary that laid on the cobble stone
Cherry blossoms Whirling, Drifting Over the face of a misty lake Caressing the interpenetrating ripples animating the surface Grains of sand Caught inside a hollow shell Whirling, swirling In the abode of pearls Soft snow surfing on icy tarmac Whirling with western winds As glimpses of sky reflect Off glimmering black ice Withered autumn leaves damp from the rain Whirling ...
Oh architect of madness, slivers of undoing, come hither, take me by my arms and cradle me in a Cloud of unknowing. I have stopped seeking sweetness in my dreams. Enmeshed in the solitary drama, unfolding, sentiments are too overwhelming to dream asleep, so I am twisted into dreaming awake. I wish I could dream away the distance between you ...
*Written in ’10 for the Yosef Estrada Gotu Kola Blendz Mixtape: Hittin’ the spliff, half past six, last thread of twilight, echoing a blueblood sunset. On the rocks, marine drive, checkpoint, half a mile away, salty spray, trash speckles stones. Cars turning right, dead end construction. The sorrowful sea subduing the clatter of Galle Road into the distance. Couples holding ...
Action Plan For The Safe Gaurding Of Voluble-Adjectives – (भक्ति-έκ-στασις) (Live Version) : “Ecstasy (philosophy), a term used to mean ‘outside-of-itself’ .” I felt a sudden shudder as she moaned Warm streaks of blanket fuzz squirmed through my chest “Plato” she whispered “Dionysius” “Diana” Her skin pressed against the bark of the olive tree… Merging seamlessly Bark skin Hand branch ...
Originally written as a spoken wyrd piece that was performed by Local Trees in ’09 … Local Trees – B’Wild: Be Wild for the wild knows not why it is so it springs and returns it is the word that speaks it self without words utterly silent yet its echoes are heard in the heart tingling chants of pearly eyed boys in some ...
*A spoken word piece written for and performed by Krema Diaz Live @ the Galle Lit Fest ’12 We are light sleepers and heavy dreamers Arrhythmic flows of information Pulse through our veins Forming asymmetrical visions Of enlightened futures, present, Where our iceberg identities Are inverting, what is Submerged in the subconscious / unconscious Is being abstracted and realized In virtual realms, facebook Identities ...
Written to: Meandering in the drunken night, Hammering stars into the ceiling, Feelings unfurling in the empty club, Tongue soured with kamikaze, The club filling up as we tangle incidentally, Maintaining a comfortable distance, Wondering if feelings are telepathic, If you can feel the heaviness of my heart? Maybe? But you are probably oblivious, Tuned out of the frequency My ...
* Article about Toc Toc Bayah’s involvement as an emcee performing at the Music Matter Festival ’13 ‘Spooky Action at a Distance,’ is the phrase Einstein used to describe what is currently referred to as Quantum Entanglement. When entangled two particles are so intertwined they appear to share the same existence. Even if the entangled particles are widely separated by ...
J Lane, third floor, study room, boys sit in amoeba formation, each one an individuated node of the scene, surrounded by a book shelf, computers, walls with scribbles, tags, inscriptions, pictures, pretty, crass, childish, evocative, In silent conversation, zoned into music, the air reverberant with “Kazuko” by Pharaoh Sanders and echoes of incense and herbs. The music recedes into archival ...
Out on the seething crackle of nether waters, bellicose mangrove mosquitoes humdrum death drones. ‘Madol Duwa’ tropical murk-tropolis, swamped nonchalance. Cadence of critters, convoluting, bzzzn ss sssn crr ccrrn, pulses, syncopated. A whore-house of holy lurkers, amphibious slither tongued priestesses of insect population control. Whore-houses frequented by fanged seductresses for their nutritional upkeep. A howling symphony of sexuality and predation, ...
I munched my French fries fingering the possibilities of revelation as armageddon crooned through her eyes seeking redemption in her glance this cup of coffee and that trail of red ants the evening crackled in her soda pop hazed by the greasy glass she gave me an easy pass into her nervous system when we crumbled in cuddling coos of ...
Written to Alice Coltrane – Turiya & Ramakrishna, as a rap to be performed by Spooky Action at a Distance. Entering the splintering, evening crackle of the dying sun aksing mother superior to jump her gun she always my number one the sky blue with her veins sparkling strange in its scalding quiescence ebbing embers tugging thru synapses drawing me ...
I be Asparagus the ravenous cannabis smoking platypus, A chowder chugging, god loving, rabble-rouser Son of a bitch, Who hates lawn mowers and hand sanitizer, An unplanned womanizer Family man With squirrels and a mural of Ernst Haeckel, Sleeping over the crackle of dry leaves On anonymous sidewalks and unkempt lawns, The ugly duckling who never grew into a swan ...
Epiphanized by awe, trembling on the citronella plateau, bathed in howling breaths of turbulent clouds engulfing peaks, spreading over with their sparkly substance, harmonizing with starry skies they obscure, leaving traces on eucalyptus leaves, brimming with moon light, fluttering in alluvial quiescence of midnight. Pink granules, quartz pushing purple, against wet toes teasing out footsteps to the next step, ...
In the thick turmeric gasp of blooded evening, smoking a gold leaf, clutching rosary wrapped around wrist. Watching trains rattle past, people pouring out of every pore, sweat, dust, ...
Cigarette burn on right hand, lichen fizzle potholed mini landscape sprawling over curb, speckled yellow with fallen leaves. The air thick with sun, exhausted exhales of frustrated traffic, growling, wailing, whirring… Drivers incubated in their exoskeletons, exercising homuncular muscle, sheltered. Passing beauties, office clad, college clad, afternoon wear, some not so appealing but human, warmth, felt within burlap of tropical ...
Stepping outside into, dissonance of monsoon showers entangling with bemoaning sunshine struggling through monolith of clouds. Rushing through street, splish splashing, flip flops kicking up spots of mud, dotting backside of shirt, sidestepping puddles, avoiding being soaked in muck by passing cars. City lights wavering fuzzily on shattering film of water coating crumbling tarmac. I eased into wetness, mellowing down ...
