Light Synchronizes Infinity



In the arboreal synergy,

where the Taoist Lao Tzu

is planting a garden of emptiness,

the crushed ear of the chestnut

is listening

to the human heart 

opening on the other side of the earth

where the sea foam is racing 


In the colors of the eyelid

there are chameleon tongues that rise against the silvery

canvas of the sun,

dropping pearls of blue fire

into wishing wells that haunt the world 

with their seeming unmitigated normalcy,

as if the entire life of the… Read full post »


When the playwright leapt 

off the stage

a sudden burst of insanity, 

filtered downstage

revealing, in the egress

of sulci and gyri,

what the world could not explain:

a Minotaur

balancing Jewels 

in the Heart of an Actress



a passing bird escapes her eye


it is the wisdom of Apollo, 

leaving near earth orbit and racing into the garden

to remember what it taught the birds

that day 

when Socrates slipped into the Smoke of the Sybil,

and memory… Read full post »



The human skin, a roadmap into the Afterlife.

The spirits assemble,

congregations buried in the ligament 

opening their throats to the sunlight 

where the chessmen have gathered, their eyes 

like raw plums,

waiting for instructions from the Buddha 

of Faceless Lightning&… Read full post »


In the fruit of the Orange,

there is a strange jewel, like Buddha's earlobe

shimmering an unsung song 

that will never be finished until ten thousand light years

after it has been eaten

by the Radioactive flesh 

of Madame Curie,

who knows… Read full post »




The senses of the lost world, a strange treetop

of brains

rolling in an electric hiss

around ten thoughts 

that Tesla could not remember,

the ones that fell through his heart 

and circulated through the bloodstream 

of his being,
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In her taste buds, a Hawaiian silence

like the waves crashing against the door

where She slept,

twelve eyes gathered around her face 

until the world did not exist, 

except for that single moment repeating itself 

over and over,

her lungs exchanging… Read full post »
AUGUST 23, 2012 12:41PM

Permutations of All Possible Worlds







At the Zenith of Sleep,

when the Kingdom is full of nothing but Moon Kings 

and the Sun is in some birdlike belly

on the other side of the world,

and the Clock 

pronounces it does not know what year… Read full post »
AUGUST 23, 2012 12:33PM

A Temple of Undiscovered Beings






Inside the forest cave, where the forest has become 

a Temple of Ghosts,

styrofoam ghosts that glow like neon moon rocks

purchased in a gift shop in Kansas City,

where the clerk is transposing 

Rockabilly from the windowsill radio, 

AUGUST 23, 2012 12:23PM

The Moon is a Geisha of Road Maps



A Japanese Wind,

in her fingerprints,

where Christopher Columbus is planning to waltz

according to the laws of the Chiraco

a western haiku

escaping the gravity of the Dead Man's heart,

there in the warmth of the soil,

where nothing is finished … Read full post »


in the brightest light,

an open mouth,

like a pterodactyl's beak

or an empty stadium,

waiting for the games to begin, 

the Moveable Feast happening at Twice the Speed of Light,

an Octave of Disbelief 

where the daydreams of the Crucified


A haze of polka dots on the shore of Greece.

Argonauts, perhaps.

Perhaps the light from an Undiscovered television

spinning in some discotheque among the clouds

where Zeus is painting his toenails the color 

of Black Swans,

to remind someone of something 
AUGUST 23, 2012 12:04PM

A Squall of Unborn Fairies on Page 1000



A fairy squall, 

on the edge of page 1000,

the mouth of a bird

chewing it's way into the Starlit Canopy

while the punctuation marks 

sleep,

high noon in the Imaginary World,

where only the best things happen,

leaving nothing… Read full post »


In the moment of conception,

at the top of the sky,

there is a Vortice of Emanations,

a sapphire

of perpetual fantasias

writhing from void to void.

As the photons balance their disappearance

in the doorway between The Eye 



On page ninety six,

there is a book that has not been written.

In every sentence, there is a curl of white noise,

a punctuation mark that glows

as if it was created on the edge of Vulcans' Forge,

where the birds whistle in… Read full post »



There is an exoskeleton shaped like your Grandfather's eyelid

warbling drunk,

full of Centuries of Birds,

every bird eye refracting with Scenes from Moliere,

a shark tooth burnt on the ground,

where the ladies are discussing 

the price of their Next Tattoo.… Read full post »
AUGUST 23, 2012 11:36AM

Einstein's Mustache, Infinity Squared







a kabuki of shadows where the sidewalk 

is draped like a ventriloquists tongue,

slaked only by footprints trapped in the amber 

of civilization.

Some false god, perhaps, crawling towards the Shopping Mall,

not Bedlam,

but only looking for a… Read full post »


The webbed feet of the archangels

was discovered at the edge of the sky

on Channel 99, 

there blinking as the photons flower

in flocks of unforgotten fantasias,

call them ducks,

or dinosaurs,  the Magi

or the Troupe of Shakespearean Actors
AUGUST 20, 2012 1:11PM

Birds that Rise in Fluorescent Skies



There is a bird without a song,

caged in the eye 

of a blind man singing the words

to a deaf God,

balanced like the Eye of Sybils

around a bonfire of the cruciforms

racing around the world

in uncertain spirals, 
In the 

palace of equestrians,

where the Last Sea is crashing towards the House of Seahorse Heaven,

an opalescent foam 

is dancing with the nightmares of the Bougainvillea,

like the Sea Lion

remembered on the beach 

of Broken Glass and Ancient Sub Poems,


Five dimension poetry,

writing itself in the Sky

where Jimi Hendrix is glowing like 

a dragonfly,

his eyes casting parallelograms

around the treetops,

penumbral umbrellas of turquoise

mannequins,

the harlequin daydreams of circus animals

escaping from the circus,





imaginary beings, fossilized by the Daydreams

of Mortals.  

A white cloud circling the city 

like James Dean in a UFO,

racing into Negative Entropy,

as if the Skyscrapers were not there,

as if the History of Man

was finished,… Read full post »


The fire wisdom of the Sun,

a path between the end of the Ocean

and the stairwell at the edge of your nose,

where the smoke 

and the ghosts 

and the moonlight

are writing encyclopedias

of lost wisdom,

instructions for the… Read full post »
AUGUST 20, 2012 12:33PM

The Labyrinth of a Rock

In 

filigree of unfinished wisdom,

there was a Madman 

painting the last thoughts of his last year

in tattoos upon a Mermaid's umbrella,

where the sunlight sings nothing but rainbows,

the way the Sea Lions 

remember, their mother's eyes 

rotating in candelabras of… Read full post »

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