to the tempo of eucalyptus belly dance
and wheat stalk wind undulating
our steps lay swath from field to bluff
until sun beam cheddar clouds agitate
flabbergasting brethren
stillness incubating mind
hummingbird come to observe
a conga passing through our spine
i think that each of us is capable of being midwives to our personal philosophies and thus can easily dissuade the influence of powerhouse schools of thought we find pervasive in mass media, our parents, church, and even institutions of learning. i think we can be assassins of mediocrity and boredom, and can prove to ourselves that the world is not set...that we are authors of our books, spies of our perceptions, and scientists of our behaviors.
April 13, 2010
April 09, 2010
brian bryne david eno staring contest
paraplegic nickel and dime punk
delivering buckets'a'junkyard pedagogy
...
till a pinwheel commences reverse engineering
kid's spunk's cheapest item on the menu
must the ferrymen summon shiny offerings
last a stray pegasus occupation proposition
when today's hail storms the burning bush
id rather cherry pick a constellation
on your end of the galaxy
trust an orphan rubbernecking her delusions
of fleeting communion and memetic rapture
...
i'll agree to hallucinate a tragedy
might a wick be lit in wax
than get vexed by the buoyancy of this fable flattery
to which a faux is a matter of fact
delivering buckets'a'junkyard pedagogy
...
till a pinwheel commences reverse engineering
kid's spunk's cheapest item on the menu
must the ferrymen summon shiny offerings
last a stray pegasus occupation proposition
when today's hail storms the burning bush
id rather cherry pick a constellation
on your end of the galaxy
trust an orphan rubbernecking her delusions
of fleeting communion and memetic rapture
...
i'll agree to hallucinate a tragedy
might a wick be lit in wax
than get vexed by the buoyancy of this fable flattery
to which a faux is a matter of fact
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