Work In Progress: "Freeway of Stars"

 there is a freeway of stars

hidden just for us & whoever

we pack away in the back seat

but we miss the exit

like when maps tells us & we’re not ready

street signs obscured in the dark

street lights illuminate a question

and it’s not that we’re lost

it’s that we aren’t lost

we are where we are

escape is a dream

the map becomes the thing

we’ve lived, day after day

after fucking day

and the rainbow, and the stars

seems that they are not ours

and remain far, for us to see

but not to touch

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there winds down between dark towers

twisting cobbles barely a footpath

into shadows, shadows

and out, through cluttered dimensions of nowhere

interstices and misaligned planes

rhizomatic networks snaking tendrils

through forgotten mouldering ruins

and emerge into splintered light

chaotic marketplace flowing

a flooded flotsam river

try to sink into shadows

you’ve been thrust there

your eyes half open

hands wrapping your head

but the river flows

through the choked streets

rushing flood crashing down into the valley

and you’re here with knives out

the sharp edge of idiot human chaos

Heraclitus’s river animated

a horror of bodies & avarice

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Bible for the Lawn (Swimming to the Moon with Jesus v. 3)

 

Just a closer walk with thee

Grant me Jesus if you please . . .            

              

Backstroke, sidestroke, butterfly, crawl

Swimming to the moon with Jesus

Lawdy, don’t that just cure it all?

 

 

 

 

LET US PRAY

 

 

 

(blonde blue-eyed Germanic Jesus please hear my prayer):

 

“

The performative aspect of living in the love of god, like swimming to the moon on a gossamer tissue, like living in the USA, it’s hard. Swimming through a darkness enveloping, bleeding dry tears, What the fuck is anyone supposed to make of this? Germanic Jesus, can you fix this shit?

“

 

(sez Our Lord)

 

 “The moon is the big white everything way up in the sky. That much is clear. Darkness is what you swim through to get there. Consider the moon, consider the darkness. The moon is out there. The darkness is medium. Swimming is involved.

 

The moon crumbles away when called to answer on this level. The swimmer as self accumulates garbage like barnacles on a ship’s hull. Swimming is the process of dilution, the inverse of money accumulating money. White queens with cellphones dial 911 and cry THE CHILDREN, the fucking children

 

which maps like

            the moon – out there

            darkness – the medium

            swimming – process, debasement, death

            the swimmer – a sap

            the children – an imaginary nothing

The white queen conjures a moon from her speed dial, it’s as bullshit as any other moon, transcendence here, transcendence there. The rocks under your feet tell you that the road is a negotiation, that swimming is de-evolution.”[1]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AMEN

 

 

 

 

 

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[1] It’s really pretty simple, when you get down to it: living for that thing out there, you are fucked. You are probably fucked anyway, but still. Turn the process to negotiation, that’s how the state runs. Name the price, define the terms. As if it is your price, as if they are your terms.

 

Point at the moon with your left hand. At your right, a symbol benighted with corrupt investiture (say, “the children”). One as imaginable and unobtainable as the other. The investiture of the white queen, fear, freezes time and invests empty and absurd symbols, creates her children. And we see the problem right away: death spawn. The shit is dead. The shit is death. The moon, the children, the transcendent ineffable frozen like a statue of Apollo, and dead, dead, dead. Dead as the dream of a crystal city on a hill, dead as the consolation of order by law, dead as founder’s intent, dead as white dreams of America that you have been sold like subway tokens to a better world, dead as a heaven that exists only in books.

 

RONA Fragment #4 v.2

time, day, what is that?

 

lie across

  the bed at angles

in states of undress

 

& listen

to noise

 

 

 on shuffle

 

 

 

Sun sketches the house next door

in glaring relief, so it’s day,

early-ish day:

a little later clouds will show up

to wash time

off the neighbor’s siding.

 

random.

meandering.

walks.

 

 

 

divide the infinitely divisible into chunks

 

 

indeterminate timelessness

 

pomegranate, tequila, and simple syrup

spell an endless parade of bourbon & sodas

in the kitchen washing a stray plate

 

a moment

sudden

 

crystallized

 

 

I become inexplicably emotional

& cry during a Bob Dylan song

I’ve heard passively for 40 years

 

the rage I have lived with since the age 16 feels now diffuse and unearned,

even if circumstances suggest the opposite

 

           

 

 

 

 

flit

 

 moment

 moment

 

incredible

& subjective

 

vision

           

 

 

            is this the world now?

            is it even different

            in any qualitative way?

 

 

Götterdämmerung

 The Third Reich played itself offstage

with Götterdämmerung Act 3,

Brünnhilde riding into the flames, 

Valhalla ablaze, fade into nothingness.

The American Reich responds

with the Benny Hill theme,

blood spattered everywhere

from the slaughtered 

black, brown, yellow, indigenous people.

Power Rankings: Repping Indiana Pacers Jerseys, 2020-2021 Edition

 These power rankings are not solely based on the abilities of the player, though that factors in.

1. Malcom Brogdon, #7
2. Myles Turner, #33
3. Justin Holiday, #8
4. T. J. Warren, #1
5. Domantas Sabonis, #11
6. Aaron Holiday, #3
7. Jeremy Lamb, #26
8. Victor Oladipo, #4
9. Doug McDermott, #20