Part 7

Some cruel joke was being played, but no one was around to blame or plead to for mercy. At the point where he knew he could bear no more, all went black. He choked only once, but then brilliance immediately emerged and his lungs expanded. A jeweled palace of ever-changing beauty lay before him. Sounds came and went, each astonishing form revolutionized itself perpetually and peacefully into oblivion and back into a more beautiful version of itself. A spinning flower hovered overhead. His own form began to fade and the music began to increase in spirit. His astonishment had long given way to itself many times over, maintaining tandem with the rhythm of the waves that rocked his body as they hit. Surrounded by ineffable beauty, all former thoughts emptied completely into oblivion.

a baby laughs
in the darkest eyes
in sewer drains
lay fireflies
I smack my drums
to a staggered beat
strip the skin
and tear the meat in two


a walk became
a desperate crawl
the sun exploded
and tore open the sky
as I ascended
my last look home
the final sight
burned into my soul

fall asleep on a big doorstep
and circle 'round the moon
watch languid putrefaction usher
mystic beauty into bloom

chrysanthemum of conception
humming while it spins
every flash, arising,
environs all that lives

A nod and bow:

Nose is always running, a desperate fever in my eyes. Headaches in the morning, restless sleep. Depravity, simple violence seems simply possible. Pocketbooks all around, who will claim them? It's survival of the fittest, to misuse a term, and I'm feeling quite fit in my desperation. I'll take it all. I'll put it in my mouth, I'll devour the world.

"Put your hands up for Detroit, our lovely city..."

I miss the endless appetite I enjoyed back home.

durn

well i'm gon' get us a pickup truck
put a puppy dawg in the back
we'll live real far away from the law
where we won't catch no flak
live our laaves real simple
but still reed that philosophaay
so come on, baby, how's about it?
won't you marry may?

Sports, meat and marriage:

Go team go.
Go baby go.
Some things are worth holding onto
and some things don't matter.

Pain, Pleasure and Disunity

All of our lives have changed. Am I surprised? Of course not, but it's taken in stride with that human sort of amazement that never ceases to amaze me. Soon I'll be gone, but the memories will stay. A best friend reduced only to a memory, a caress transformed to an itch... it's heart-breaking when things shift so in scenarios like this.
Nothing is sacred, and love changes too. It rises, fades, returns, then leaves again, but the friendship that exists throughout the entire experience never falters for a moment in my mind. Friendship is more inviolate than anything else for this human. Turns out I'm sentimental in that way, although it's never really brought me much more than disappointment most of the time. How disappointing people can be.
But hey--- pain can be just as stimulating as pleasure (love typically being a mixture of the two), so it's probably best just to have some fun with what I've got.
One day soon I'll be baptized again on a mountain top, but only after I build this bonfire in my backyard.
Life begins anew, I'm scared and excited.