I dreamt of sapphire fire writhing
through the tinseled veins of my soul,
filled with glittering corpuscular data
motivating servo-mechanical musculature.
I spied my thoughts gathering
lightning from thundering clouds,
spinning the charges, weaving the matrix,
as I flew the broad massifs of my sparkling mind
and soared its high Yucatan mesas
on arc lit carbon fibered wings;
or when the various pathways
of galvanic emotion
and electronic intellect
converged by the riversides
in the valleys of my life,
I panted down to the darkling marshes
and stalked the evening shadows
as a composited sinewed Aztecan puma.
No matter my form; I sense I am aware I am alive and
that I sang my body electric.
Monday, June 23, 2014
I Sang My Body Electric
Sunday, June 22, 2014
a red letter day
after the dinner
during the debate
words were spelled in blood
by sharpened quills as
broken wedding jars
spilled carmine wine
holy water flowed across the table
he said
the blood is liquified
the spirit is a gas
the body is solidified
petros with a two-edged tongue
licked the ear of a demon's servant
he said
the rolling stone gathers no prints
habeas corpus christie
from a latin wilderness
the word was shouted
in blots of scarlet ink by
markos with a feathered-edged calamus
thrust his opinion into yeshua's side
but he always minds as he tries
to dot his tees and cross his eyes
he said
the logos is plasmatically
problematic
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Mr. E. Hess?
put your mountain beside your sea
and the sea outside your window
if you can and
if you really want to
put your money where your mouth is
where your name is your game
and never was his biz
but i bet you can't
put your monkey where your junkie is
where they pray in pearly temples
when they prey on shirley temples
if you really had it to do
if you really wanted to
put your sea beside your mountain
put your coin inside your fountain or
see the sea outside your window
thus if you could would you
be mysterious
and the sea outside your window
if you can and
if you really want to
put your money where your mouth is
where your name is your game
and never was his biz
but i bet you can't
put your monkey where your junkie is
where they pray in pearly temples
when they prey on shirley temples
if you really had it to do
if you really wanted to
put your sea beside your mountain
put your coin inside your fountain or
see the sea outside your window
thus if you could would you
be mysterious
for libby
Herbs & Hues
Rosaceae = 620–740 nanometers
Violaceae = 450–495 nanometers
(2R,3R,4S,5S,6R)-2-[(2S,3S,4S,5R)-3,4-dihydroxy-2,5-bis(hydroxymethyl)oxolan-2-yl]oxy-6-(hydroxymethyl)oxane-3,4,5-triol ≠ salty, sour, bitter, and umami
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