posted on July 29, 2014 at 9:18 pm
another shot

another shot

and the land of light was peel back and reveal

as the brooks rush down into the the thirsty sea

as the cloudiest baby zephyr still within eos

invoke then the solemnity you needed

fiddling around with buttons and diodes

man you hammer on and off

some constraining angel harkens to your tune

you persist beyond death

you increase within time

just when they were gonna give up

hit and blindsided and run

some chick took off her pants in a strobe

while you sucked on the cola betel hula hooper

you hoovered up a line of prose straight up your little nose

you cried poor at the door of in-laws as the snow thaws

flying in the face of shredded decencies

you vacillated between the grotesque and obscene

holding third or forth on the life of some queen

under the blankets the best darkness i never seen

the trembling is still upon me or is it writhe in remorse

i hurl the chasms frame over my name

switch on for the next game

ive got babylon sister what about you?

a tremendous feeling of smugness and superiority crushed by a feather

gliding i pull alongside you

i decelerate to enter the intimately lit space

the eyes in your face

the solar panic flare of the cameras flash reflect off your lenses

forming your past in regrettable future tenses

inside my chest my heart must still beat

although i am virtually hidden to the world

in an arcane inn where i winter in austerity

my conscience pricked by thorny problems

i paint away at my lathe bathed in sweet sweat

in yoga asanas i am receiving a confidential transmission

but the years have their hooks in me

the days and their barbituate ways going under again

down by the transparent sea where you can see anything

i whirl upon the shells in my rubbery wetsuit thrusting shoals aside

i embark upon the lilting underwater trees of the coral corridor

i am knight of spades a real conquistador

my theatre of war amour

the residue still on the balcony


8 Responses to “profane geometry”

  1. avatar
    Eskaedor | 29 July 2014 at 10:16 pm #

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    Cath | 30 July 2014 at 9:36 am #

    “although i am virtually hidden to the world
    in an arcane inn where i winter in austerity”
    bit like the character in Lord of the Rings who plays the King…..fabulous imagery. I would so love to see these in movie mode other than my head, fleeting changing morphing…though would the austere be in a dimly lit old Inn?, bit like an old sea captain, hovering over the charts…..which waters to sail next:)

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    TrueStory | 30 July 2014 at 6:33 pm #

    I got into a fist fight with a young Mexican/White Hybrid. I don’t really know what happened but he was somehow injured. We decided to lay him in bed as he was having difficulty walking about. His bed was 4 mattresses with half a dozen little Mexican orphans, and Fleas!!!

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    TrueStory | 30 July 2014 at 6:42 pm #

    I wanted to help them. Did you know that filling a plate with detergent and a light source with make fleas commit suicide? I was looking around the kitchen for a old plates but everything looked in use. Every time I get the right idea I just vanish. Poof.

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    Anonymous | 31 July 2014 at 4:17 am #

    Steve, do you think you’ll ever write anything quite as genuinely (and probably unintentionally) Satanic as Nick Cave’s ‘Loverman’?

  6. avatar
    Chris | 31 July 2014 at 1:46 pm #

    …the best armor for life is amour…

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 31 July 2014 at 9:08 pm #

      JESUS is the only true spiritual armour for this life. (Armour of God -Ephesian6)
      Example gospel story the legion of demons & the pigs.
      LOVE helps one stay focussed on the important things in this life.

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