angel eyes

human eyes feel like lasers
burning holes in my forcefield
blistering my skin leaving scarring

angel eyes feel like campfires
leading souls to a gateway
creating a world leaving nothing

the other infinite

warm light and photosynthesis
my favourite star

the other infinite
collectively alluring
hide behind your blue sky

until you leave
to shine on the other side

lighten Up

lying on the ground with my feet in the air
i hold the weight of the world on my shoulders
and it's only as heavy as i am

intellectomy

take my eyes and ears and let me forget
all the words i ever learned
so my thought disappears

or

remove the region of my brain responsible for forethought
so i write poetry of the moment and smile at strangers
without thinking they might think i'm crazy

"m"

f i l e my l i f e
under "m"
for "miscellaneous"

so it goes

i continue to walk the tightrope and absorb the sting of the whip
which you lash over your shoulder out of disinterested habit
while you share a cigarette and giggle with the circus clown
could i trouble you for a balance beam?

pesticide

today is a beautiful day
i feel at peace with the world
big things like insect wings
stretch beyond my comprehension
small things like human beings
feel as natural and arbitrary
as they might actually be

arbitrary intelligence

tungsten filaments radiate an orange heat bouncing off selectively reflective surfaces
stimulating the nerve endings at the back of my eyes and i feel like i see
there is so much more that i am missing right now
so much stimuli gone undetected by my specialized sensual circuits

greedily, i want to absorb more, wisely, i understand that my mind can't handle, all at once,
the tiny stream of information my body is capable of collecting

sometimes i catch myself feeling smart, and then i remember
that my consciousness holds as much of the essence of the universe
as a teaspoon could draw from niagara
that's why when i went there
i threw my teaspoon into the falls
and wished i'd brought a camera

digging upwards

take a deep breath. hold onto it. beautiful isn't it? astronomy is an uncomfortable subject for the agoraphobic.
let it go because holding on for too long becomes counterproductive.
with solid rock beneath my feet and nothing but limitless space above my head there is nowhere to go but up.
i can't figure out where i am in the universe until i figure out where the universe ends.
the middle of nowhere is plenty more precise a position than i am privileged to understand.
no matter how deep a hole i dig for myself, i feel comfort knowing that if i just keep digging long enough,
eventually i'll be digging upwards and tomorrow will soon be yesterday.
time to stretch.

life is deadly

be here with me. i need you.
i just found out that life is deadly.
beauty is catching the eye of the right beholder so
let's be frank and let frank be someone else for a while...
wow, frank is incredibly far-sighted.
i can't see worth a damn two feet in front of my face but
the far side of the horizon is visible in sharp detail.
maybe sleep is a mechanism designed to protect us from
too much happiness or too much misery contiguously.

next best thing

here and there
the right things swing into
outside parallels
running from the light of the inside out
to the darkness
of consciousness and all I am
doing is trying
to do the next best thing

big brain experiment

black and white frames of jealousy and anger meet in a grey wonderland
of misery / pain / suffering and endless analysis of taxed emotions and mental states
crumbling under the pressure of centuries of rules and regulations
unquestioned by millions of participants in a big brain experiment featuring ignorant-self-awareness

fortune blessed me with a brain too small to find answers to big questions, and therein lie
my mechanisms for both salvation and salivation each seemingly instinctual responses outside of my control,
brought on by my exposure to the proper external stimuli under the proper conditions
with the proper timing and the proper balance of physical / metaphysical properties

if only my small big brain could reach the former state as easily as the latter, namely,
by the smell of a fresh cut apple or the serendipitous glimpse of feminine cleavage
the processes of joy / pleasure / happiness would literally be a piece of cake

forever young

beginning with the letter "I" shows no concern for the rain on my window
the soft sound always makes me feel warm

follow the river underneath and you are bound to fall into darkness

breath deeply
you never know when it will be your last breath

i want to quit consuming honey and move into a beaver's hut

wake up

you don't want to miss this

simplicity beautiful

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self-reflection

with fear in my heart, i face myself
not in a mirror
but some kind of mirror of a mirror
that reflects from the inside out

the closer i get the deeper i see
only truth of real importance is reflected back at me

the voices in my head tell me this is a bad idea
but when i look in the special mirror
i don't see the voices in my head

so they must not be of any real importance