to write

pat pat pat
a cat and a rat
all the poet devices.
i take a few and bleed the pages black,
leech my heart of expectation
and prepare a coffin.
we all do with our work
with houses and kids and monuments
prepare our death for a life well lived.
life has a way of vexing that good death
and makes mockery of our artifices
till we doubt Descartes
and kill our minds with desire
and leave the living to bigger mouths.

living (part 2)

the Void calls out
sings out his soft song
in desperate harmony
counterpoint to all the world
forever and ever and never
siren to the alternative
mirror to an un-universe
a liar.
he cannot kill this world
that is better than eternal
it is now, always.
then and then and then
as it,
the ultimate object,
ourselves collective,
the ends of beginning all,
a book of God.

living (part 1)

the unhappy kindness haunts us
again and forever finds us
unprepared for silence

busto magnet's salvation

my writings on splatter paper
cross out each other with desire
talk to my motives
and always find where they started
crack open the expectations
by building a house of betrayal
they won't get me this time though
i've got psycho armor magic
applaude me all my followers!
brethren sages, busto magnets,
find your master music to dance to.
creep out this world to kill their laws
and make a happy stable chaos
that we can all be proud of.
we can all have separate meals together.