This Is Not Art

Poetry to Split the Social Order

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Some Self Reflection 2

There is a demon eating up the inside of my mind
Dark
Deep Down and Dark
I am inert
I do not move
I am sluggish
I am slow
I wish I could see

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Blank

Obfuscation is freedom
Dancing in the chaos of a storm
Confusion is the bright light that draws you
Down dark alleys into the Eye
where everything is calm
and Horrible and still
and that absolute freedom weighs on you(us)
like a bunch of rotting skulls
All thought has left
you(me?)
This is my grace,
This is my prayer,
Dear God Im dying
Dear God Im lost
The night is close
The storm
The storm is raging

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Dark Space

His Body is a Bone yard
Fragments wrapping around fragments
All sharp nooks and dark elbows
Today I saw a Dead Man walk from his grave to his bed
His thoughts painting the wall
His eyes are always carrying such dark places
I do not understand how he walks around completely silent when there is a war going on inside of him and it is bleeding noise



There is a ghost in your mouth
its all death your spitting out

Is this my body that I suffer in?

and there, in that most dark and sordid moment, we became alien to ourselves

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Stare

The whites of your eyes are on fire
Sometimes I want to live in my nostalgia

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Lost and Losing

I have been cradled since birth in blood and violence and love and sweetness, I am not going to imagine your death, it is too painful, You Steven are such a big child and even when you looked at me with sickness in your eyes you still radiated love,what I know is that I let you fall again and again. Christ please save me, I am too big of a lost-cause to lose anymore. Please hold those brown eyes up to the sun and keep the warmth there, keep the warmth there, keep the warmth in