What do you mean,

There are no people?
Isn't Hawk people?
Isn't Dove people?
And Rat
And Flint
And all the rest?


jaime d angulo

i remember when i lost my mind....

kind of.

so they spoke

to spiders & hawks,
& thanked the
ground they slept on

kerouac

but I have cared
for ye dutchmen-
It is my perogative
to believe, in my
own way, in what
haunts my conscience
& fulfills my hope-

a beastly world with
all the traits in
myself- & god
will crown my head
with grave dung-
but I have sung
the pale rainy lakes
in this choked craw
of mine & will
sing again- &
mine enemies look
me in the eye
if they will, or
be still

transformation

either its in the stars or its in your eyes,
but i can feel something shift inside me

transition

when i walked in it was sunshine
and in heat i drank down new knowledge
churning inside myself.
a priori; the physique
where dripping, we rose
wood bent beneath us,
shining hearts forward
cactus arms
and shaking limbs
amass the carnal body,
flurries gathered outside
when i walked out it was storming

when means become meaning...

/

you are the form to my antiform
you are for purpose; i am for play
in your design there is my chance
you create, i deconstruct.

you: finished work, and i: the process
you are presence, i am absence
you are centering when i disperse
you are for transcendence, i stand for immanence.

sparrow

when i was still a common sparrow
i dreamt one day id meet you