economy of expression

tap the tree of its lifeblood
fall the corpse into firewood
boil the filler to atmosphere
bottle the sweetness for profit

out of sight out of mind

keep me out of sight
and its extensive illusion of mind
keep me out of mind
and its extensive illusion of sight

you have far more interesting collections of nerves
ones i'd love to repeatedly fire
ones that don't get intertwined
with the sticky web of connections in my own head

ones that require stimulation sans stipulation
ones that seek pleasure sans measure
ones free of logic/memory/fear
ones free of the medium mediating mediation of the mind

with love as an active thoughtless feeling
with reptilian circuits linking directly to the heart
my upmost respect and admiration goes out
to the toddler, to the monk, and to the dolphin

atmosphere

What a bright day it is today. Clean and crisp. My mind races with thoughts about life... about film... about you... but today is one of those days where thoughts feel like infringing clouds creeping between me and the clear blue sky and actions feel like warm winds gently escorting them somewhere safely beyond the horizon where they fall to the ground and replenish the water reserve. Let's move together.

arctic circle

highs and lows or constant conservation
can't make up my mind
but this cold wasteland seems slightly better
because at least i know people here

power

there is a power behind everything
we see connections where at times
we see only the space between
in the end we are only the chances we take

gravity

thank god for gravity
it keeps me grounded
it keeps me grave
in search of a new method of survival
i found heaven under a rock
it slapped me in the face
told me i looked ridiculous
gave me a hug
and vanished without a trace