+short talk on elegance+ by HollowRefraction, literature
Literature
+short talk on elegance+
She lands on tiptoes between blades of grass
and reaches out to graze my cheek
[a unicorn's eating the lawn in my peripheral]
she pulls me up into the air and she closes my eyes
puts a finger on my lips and
thud.
Flat on my back
she grins and dances back into thin air.
[he doesn't step on a single blade
but that's double for him to eat]
he looks up and floats over to me,
sniffs me twice and sneezes
Tripping over humps on the Lycian Way
A slow cycling tumble through disorienting whorls
All tails- scales- and biting teeth
Space heaters making love with steel drums
Carnal gasps and gusts
Behind closed glass doors
Wet tongues draw me in about the arms
But with all the squeaking wheels and falling coins
I'm sure of my earthliness
Sharp dinning birds and deep booming rocket ships
For twelve nights I was cast
Out into the moonlight
Out under the streetlights
My footing was sure and my fingers were numb
The wet asphalt
Regrettably smelt more like rubber
Less like summer
Than I had hoped
I swear you were the last lick of sunlight
And
I think I was a pinhole in the sky
You made a heart
With your hands
On the TV screen
The face you made
With a squint
With a smile
I made a heart
With my hands
On the couch
The feeling I had
With a gulp
With a wince
We made a heart
With our hands
In a dream
The faces we made
A smile
A smile
the ceiling is melting from all it's parts
[dripping]
ice like fluid like metal like oil
[bricks in a battlefeild]
flowing backwards
[tip the nile]
puddles like ponds like my bathtub
soggy fairgrounds
[carnivval in a construction site]
covered in chocolate milk.
Dizziness + Dry mouth by HollowRefraction, literature
Literature
Dizziness + Dry mouth
you know what's a bad idea?
serial killers and flower beds.
(not the title of my bestselling novel)
I actually planned the whole thing
I'm clearly a mastermind.
[worry/fear] and loathing.
The Sugar Bleeds Away by HollowRefraction, literature
Literature
The Sugar Bleeds Away
Bitter? Hemlock?
No, no one would live to tell,
Scary how it's all over huh?
Probably tastes like years ago... sorry, Okay.
I hung up that painting you know?
I swear it's an elephant... It's German I think,
Funny how now your eye is for that art,
You got to See it didn't you?
I'm sure you'll see a lot of things even if you never do wear your glasses...
Shut up you are...
[Beautiful]
A cold spring rain,
Clouds busting their stitches
Kind eyes and shirts pulled over heads,
A soft echoing laugh,
Magnifying quiet breaths,
A slight memory,
As a pebble causing ripples,
In my mind turned to liquid,
A slow fluid emotion,
A dream.
Though this dimness sit the lovers,
The strangers,
The children,
From the street trying not to glance,
Putting myself in his place,
There is no déjà vu in the world like this.
The stars are not the glowing pieces of broken light bulbs they used to be,
Just a distraction from all this muted clamor,
Orion was just out of reach that night,
Looking out a tin can,
Doubled over,
Take a picture.
An almost perfect prototype for a digitized Bohemian,
Made possible by time travel,
6-fucking-AM,
It wasn't for me (Imperfection),
Not for long (then or now).
Who the fuck am I kidding.
Black holes and a Cloak for Co by HollowRefraction, literature
Literature
Black holes and a Cloak for Co
Consider the pebble that came from the peak,
worn and weathered and torn from comfort,
(only to settle with others of the same wear)
Rainbows and polka-dots and old bus numbers,
We are actually nothing,
yes even you,
fathom the stars and the planets and the void,
a void that is everything and nothing at all,
what is time but the sound of ticking,
and what is space but a blacked spattered canvas?
a beautiful mess,
a pollock,
the universe,
everything,
and nothing at all,
so captivating,
so amazing,
so dumb.
And in the moonlight I see nothing,
Nothing at all but clarity surrounded by shining blue clouds,
Deafening silence like going underwater,
Darkness behind the eyes like becoming a silhouette.
Paper flowers for the beauty,
And wicker chairs for sitting,
The counterpart of a past old friend,
Still just as elegant,
Still just as unpredictable,
Climbing up the walls.
Asphalt to feet and raindrops to open palms,
Does my aura glow?
I can feel the surging,
The rushing in my skin,
What does it mean?
I see no goddess here.
too bad I know the moon is just a rock spinning in space,
I might have just thought that was her.
Seething with love,
Creativity,
Laughter,
Jealousy,
Pain,
And deceit.
A pill for the mind,
To the tongue,
To the stomach,
To the blood,
And to everywhere.
Photographs in my heart,
The obsolete kind,
A trip to the store,
Thumbs,
Distortions,
All of those things.
A cloak for cold shoulders,
A fan to the heat,
A gold star for effort,
The stain of defeat.
Fruit from strange vines,
A flower from a faraway world,
Sticky hands,
Wet cheeks.
A root for the future,
A seed from the past,
Wither and crackle to a medicine,
And ointment,
What skill.
A star for the daytime,
And lamps for the night,
Open the fields for me
Ah yes,
again on this shore,
the sound and the sight of trembling reeds,
the feeling I forgot that I forgot,
staggering back,
the slow motion collision with a ten-ton-18-wheeler made of foam,
this won't get me down like that,
this will drag me down to earth again,
thoughts,
lingering like rubber-stamp ink,
a marking on the back of my hand,
just to show I've been here before.
A lovely day for a walk with my head in the clouds
Cares
Hopes
dreams
Be like the air
Just be
Forget the feeling and learn it all again
Like an infant
Like a spirit
Dream and dream
Forget to wake
Whimsical dancing
Drunken laughing
Shoulders to cry on
Grass to die on
Drink the wind and kiss the rain
Walking
Left
right
left
down an old dirt road kicking stones
Hum a tune and keep the words
Like little bits of love
A lovely night for sitting
Listening to the sounds of darkness
Rushing waves and scuttling leaves
Getting lost in the moonlight
A wonderful life to waste
Current Residence: Within this prism Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock/Alterna-rock MP3 player of choice: Generation 2 Ipod Wallpaper of choice: Something whimsical
If anyone was keeping track, I are back from writing camp, been back; just lazy.
Predicted a friend's encounter with a BROWN RECLUSE [he fooled the matrix] and had a Bella Donna scare.
sexy lady nightshade, I love you.
I also fell into a hole and fucked up my ankles.
I'll post stuff eventually.
and hopefully after the Renaissance Faire season I'll have some nice pictures to FILTER SPAM.
[HEARTS]