Category: Circles & Squares

Another start

Splash the water on your face and remove the split of confusion.

Spit out last night’s sleepy breath.

Open wide into the mirror

Let it swallow all of you into today.

Thump

The issue is psychic unity of intent?

Can you not see your ally, lily, and enemy

In everybody?

Your lover and your birth

And your death?

Fractitiously cohesive

Paradigmaticly nightmarish.

Delight.

Dining with the whale

The day ran past without a backwards wave.

I found myself, coffee in hand, at four p.m.

Dreams of the red whale re-meander through my mind.

Recall people asking what we do?

You would say: meander, me and her.

I would smile. I would try not to, and I would fail.

I smile right, exactly, now.

The whale was larger than a breadbox

But, smaller than a tidal wave.

Blood red. No variation in shades, as though block colored by a child.

You did not even consider dinner,

the whale said.

I do not want to eat.

Why not?

I don’t know.

Just say you are not hungry.

I’ll Let The Stories Tell You: Parçigal’s rant

i/i

Sweet man, they have been telling our story all along. I’ll tell it to you as I heard it so just sit down and:

“Hear the sad rhyme of how love turned to lust, and lust invigorated love, and love shone brighter for the stain it rose above.” 21

Sugrbeat, it is day one and already are you floating in your peaceful, wet c/sea with “all foolish loves of men” and suddenly you said, “Thither I Fled.”

While later you said “Come hither” to me. And, hither I came.

You later told me, “I followed like a dog…tied by some soft bond of twinning.”

I saw your eye sparkle while you spoke it. I hear you in those moments of desire unexpressed, dear. It made me think the “perfect sage could make the perfect lover.” Singular purposed in their craft as I try to be for mine.

( “Fool! Later on. Not to tell her. Triple fool to fly away.” )

We met because “she read-and saw him but a beardless boy…quite powerless to destroy her life’s long peace; the ten year-walled city,

And then I said, “I think the poem is pretty.”

Howl we endeared “under the dim glory in the shrine of Artemis.” She is ally to me as Aura was to my sister. Do you remember that night we stayed over in a b&b? I told you a filthy version just to try to get rise from your denim, button fly.

“The heart’s pulse quickning; the fear; the increasing ecstasy of this. The foolishness of love”. And, yet, we “give love one chance before its wave retire,” and “Maytime shone in us; with words of art.”

“Unless my Alice be the sea,” you kept repeating.

“As you yield you

To love that is stronger than shame, no music but kisses, that pealed you their paean, proclaim: the sound of the sea is made still

The climax shall come unupbraided, obedient alone to our will.”

” it was impossible that she should come,” you said,

“Over the summer-coloured sea, alone, with love and laughter and tears for me.”

Therefore, not fearing anything, I came; lit my love’s candle at my body’s flame and fought with the fevers now that swell.

From Alice: An Adultery

Off-daze

Hello to this simoon. I slept eons and have been half-awake even longer. Stalks from plant scatterings litter the ground below scales and scaffoldings.

My eyes narrow. Harden.

What did you whisper? What don’t you remember?

Did you intend to forget? It simply sounds like something you’d do, darling.

Out of joint and harmonizing on some strange frequencies.

I remember the steps to the dance, though.

Rather easily.

And a clear recollection of

Anticipating that beat

You always drop.

Knowing

The recapitulation of skipping one step.

Æffect & Cause

The lost cause of

how you used to be?

The wilted cæmellia

tucked behind the hero/ine’s ear?

Wilt

wither and thither.

Return to stasis,

never static, sugarfoot.

But, what you chew up and

cannot swallow

will feed your

root structure.

Poison returns if you

leave it elsewhere.

Sum it up and send it

Back to the earth

Quake for rebirth.

You saw a wryneck

Hum

In shallow waters of a

Good place to be

Candide.

The best of whose

Possible worlds?

It is how you

See the question.

Just glad to hear

The presumption of my

Body is no assumption.

Getting ready

To be fretted

For being willing

To be the bay-at-sea/c.

A cistern formed by basins of shale

Far beneath and beyond

The pale where

Sun is always shadowed

But for somme.

A New Ræ Moon

I have stamps for the postage.

The ferry leaves the same time over here.

I checked the mail and I don’t think City of Revelation is here yet.

Sometimes, I silently swear I can sensate an-other/s, holding my head,

three fingers of pressure and support to my forehead.

My hair sweeps down and closes around my face like a curtain drawn across a stage.

Breath is

Rest

I learned to sleep whether my eyes were on

the open or the closed.

A nap in blink. A relative delusion.

The pull of fo/u/rces up-on me.

I am force moving through and enlivening the body I wear.

Or

Maybe that is you.

Maybe I am your optimal conditions.

The intersection of wave patterns with which your waves may coalesce.

Converged

Attenuation

Reattuning

A’toning.

A ton/n/e.

A ton.

The current ether capable of manifesting your revivification.

I entreat catalyzing. I desire catalyzation.

Cathartic enzyme.

I see from the Vacuum and

It-is lonely even though you are not alone,

A lone,

Or, a loaned.

I want to draw your energy

To magnetize your electricity.

Resonate and then shall I feed you some of

Yours with mine.

We will digest and rebirth ourselves in juices charged.

Rings of /re/comings

/un/becoming.

I may want to circle you a while yet,

Even a long time.

Finding out while up-on the vortex again.

Teach me to live well yet simply.

I will teach you gladness.

My adoration of discovering you through you

Raises a moon-day sun.

July 2 not – quite Mandala

Accrass

Clicking another bullhorn

Tapping.

Not getting cold.

I don’t forget to remember

Nor do I remember when I forget.

I collapsed once, a/broad,

Trying to fit a key

In a lock.

Only to come to

In the room which

I tried

To unlock

Circular

Desire is the alchemy of magic.

A free hunter in the court of knights.

Golden arrows.

Circling long time.

Desire is from < L. desidero de, from + sidus (sider-) star

“Do you know how to get out?”

“I did not know there was an ‘out.’

Did you know they sell

Forever stamps?

The post office and cockroaches will remain.

I adore discovery and savor savoury.

I let you show yourself.

I reveal.

While I build momentum to cross into an unknown more

Fearsome freedom to be new.

Dealing with the defamilirized world.

Do look over

I saw the truck before and after the Air Stream.

That dog barks outside again.

I feel alone and surrounded by people hoped to be alone with.

Goodly strange.

One moment full

One moment empty. Pendulous. Diabolical diabolos diabolus.

We are full of shit.

Do, dear. Relentless. Malleable. Interminable.

Hard C, soft c, Mid-c.

Do you require feedback?

Someone to laugh uproariously?

Should I hold you back in order to urge you forward?

Am I all bark with no bite?

The Chestnutt Mare

Callæbus eqqus is an Open (printed) Book.

Be content with the content? Slide your saucerful full of secrets over here?

Disappointed roundtable debators believed that

She had been animal

And mineral

And element,

And Creature,

And Cretin.

And a camællia.

The wandering star gent is part sugar-foot.

A real Achilles heel for him when it melts in the rain.

Sugary sweet

But, highly soluable.

Death and the Lover.

But, she knows him under different handles.

They rotate who leads the dance to each saraband song.

Often swapping pieces of clothes

Endless variations.

Her suspension of choice made him slay her.

What choice?

Can anybody make anybody do anything?

The difference between clumsy, specious interference and kind, capable manipulation?

Fuzzy adjustments.

She lays the pen aside in such a heat of words.

He called her to come to him from an ocean away. In her stomach and heart, she already then felt bits of twine string loosely drape. Cordons that began slithering into knots pulling tighter and tighter.

She felt it and she said so.

“I promise I feel those sweet fingers clasping at my heartstrings. That is all I promise in the right-now. But, darling, I fear I love you.” she said

How much emotional energy, she wondered? She ought not be fearful of loving, but this one was something else in her mind. This man was impeccable.

In love vs. I love.

One (N) to the right of (I)

is all it takes.

The difference between loved and beloved.

Fitted and bespoke.

She knew quick that she loved deep. And, still could not abstain from diving head first. No one had ever spoke of weal to her before. She wanted to court him and please him and displease him. But, then her imagination spun some daydreams she presented to him. A bombardment of her ideas presented in delicious, but inexperienced confusion. In retrospect, she shuddered at how giddy the effort must have seen. She felt sad like maybe she blew the idea and made herself look ridiculous. Then she grinned and found a laugh, because at least she tried.

She closed her eyes, imagined he could hear her speak and she said aloud,

I’ve not known eyes like yours, or words used like yours. You are special and rare. The way you move through time. The way time moves through you.
You wear it, those lines, on your face. You will only grow more captivating. I am too old to be this young. You’re so well aged. It could sweet. And even naughty.

The cost of a swoony swoon. The dreams of a romantic mystic. The desires of a feral bitch rising from within. Howling and sniffing.

Then she heeded the call and he was the Genuine article.

Arriving on pins and needles; visiting on tenterhooks; finally

She left slain.

Embarrassingly taken aback by how he puts his hands in his denim pants pockets. Adored. Astir in wonderful calmness, he made mere moments eons with just a bit of string or a yarn to spin. Captivating her wonder. A dream of an artful life

She could recall none other that spoke to her as he did.

In fact, he spoke to her about those things most amazing.

He spoke of passions because he knew them too. His laugh endeared. And his smile was usually close-lipped.

She returned home. Visitors at her home. A small party. A confusing dissonance. Time fell strange.

Three days after returning home, she knew with certainty that she wanted to return to him. She wanted to be by him. Partners in art and crime.

She wanted to

Suggest it might…

Concede it must….

Surrender her nerves with a hard swallow

Submit to hot tears.

She wants a new life with him. Silly girl. She knows though, she can do it on her own and feel proud but she could be in love and do it.

Silly. She feels unhip. But, she knows exactly how she feels. And, she knows it may be just a pretty lie she tells herself.

Yet, her intuition just smiles and whispers: it could be sweet. There are so many possible movements to take on this chessboard, that it becomes a real treat when you have a moment where you know exactly what you want and you can accept that it may not happen.

The difference between I don’t think so and I hope so.

Again, alone in her room, she closed her eyes, imagined he could hear her speak and she said aloud,

“I think I see you the way you wish the world would see you, dearheart. You look fine in these eyes. Fingers such as yours come carrying currents. Diligence meets nuanced, indicating well-honed. Your voice, its quiet, clear enunciation draws my ears. I feel you pull slowly on my vibrations. Shifting energetic threads like braiding hair. Bringing to balance the diabolus.

Worth all risk.

She came from a place of dinosaurs.

She moved to a shiny silicon land where lives occur in hands and eyes look down at screens. People speak in hashtags now. A girl 5 years younger laughed as she told her she listens to CD’s in her car. The last physical format to kill off, I am a CD in a digital town.

So, a compact disc chances upon a cassette tape.

Howl So

You, enter please. Come to me, catchling.

I hear you in the forest, leaves ruffling from your sneaky skulking.

I smell you just as before.

A long knight’s sleep jolts minds into new dimensions.

I turn

To look at you.

And, i feel what i want

with ecstatic desire. Enrapt.

Kindled flame fells me to prostrate before all and everything

And the capricious sense of love reawakened.

Violent like a wary animal who wants to eat from

your hand

And i might nip your fingers when i let you.

Like a salt-lick.

I shall know you when i see you again. I see you everywhere.

I stalk that visage. I look in the eyes of all

Briefly.

Just

In-case.

Surrender to you and the mastery of your pleasure,

Of your discomfort.

Your naughty silence.

Those sweet, heavy shoulders.

My reserved disposition conceals me as i see past a veil

Into the swirl of thoughts of

Desires to devour.

Devour you in shameful kind need.

The mastery of submission may make a Master submit?

I want to shake you from your discomfort. then comfort you

While you shake.

GOODDAY

My breath does as it wilt

right, exactly now.

It doesn’t pant; It does not (hold).

But, it breathes

shallow then a sudden, pumping rush of

Air of exhalation.

…strange rhythm.

My emotions are being redistributed,

my memories, now defragged from sleeps processes,

reorient themselves

relative

to their new locale.

Strangers in a familiar region. One they

have only seen mapped.

The world within folded all in-on itself and

Refilled in the converse.

Process

Of

Inversion.

The new in-side

is

the Apposite Opposite

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