they wheeled me in like a busted fridge
metal bolts, the stink of bleach
my hands were calm for once—
you'd think I'd scream,
but I'd already done all my screaming.
a priest mumbled junk at me—
I asked for a cigarette,
he gave me god instead.
the guards were kids
shaking like leaves
they strapped me tight
like I was gonna run.
I looked at the bulb overhead—
thought of the girl in Idaho,
how she laughed
before I broke her neck.
I almost cried.
almost.
they stuffed cotton in my mouth,
clamped that steel cap down
like I was a bad battery.
somebody puked.
someone else prayed.
me? I grinned.
the juice hit—
a million volts of penance.
my spine tried to climb out,
my teeth danced,
my bowels gave up.
and still
it didn’t feel like enough.
not even close.
You were sharp|ning grass
With your eyes | sit & fixed
Again | a substitute for mow|n
Machine chug|ging along lug
Nuts, molar friction | u - r - n .
Lawn stretches of up|beat
Beach | was there even wind?
Filet a cannonade me | see
The crayons fly | in a circle
A head | towards blu|er | stretches
There | where clouds resemble.
Light is a commodity, scream!
Silly | man | omnibus no teacher
Not even a man. Well still: Lorine
Niedecker e|merges like new
Breath, pulp come together
Mis|hearing cranes, a making
Multicolor wax, bending fuse
Forge |X| fissure for left foot |
Right foot,—we'll find a job a kind
Of game | it’s just planes turned
Paper crane | creosote guardians
A dead lean-to shouldering volts.
I’ve just invented something that I think you will applaud
I cannot tell you what it does or even what it’s called
I made it out of bits and pieces found up in my loft
I stuck a switch on one end and some sponge to make it soft
It has no moving parts so there’s no need for messy grease
I’ve hammered in some screws and nails so there’s no missing piece
It doesn't buzz or rumble… if it did you wouldn’t feel it
And as its purpose is unclear nobody’s gonna steal it
I painted one half red because the other half is green
My grandma said that colour combo simply can’t be seen
I didn’t have a plug so I won’t ever plug it in
And so you can be sure that it won’t make an awful din
It won’t wake up at five a.m. and get you out of bed
And if you wear it like a hat it won’t mess with your head
It’s wood and plastic, bits of tin, assorted nuts and bolts
It’s also very safe because it uses zero volts
If I could ever switch it on would it spring into life
Would it be an aide for me or useful to my wife
And could it be the best invention nobody has seen
I’m so proud of my red and green, invisible machine
A distant mumble, a muffled drum roll.
Seconds on, come the serious decibels.
Heavy rumbling with sharp percussions.
Squeal of the steel; wheel scraping on the rail.
Metal clatter loudens then dies to silence.
Spent fares alight and new fares climb aboard.
Ting ting. The cream and green is off again,
Above it, brief flashes of lightning blue
As straying volts are lost to salty air.
Soon far off the rumbling fading away.
You are the current, mighty in mega amps,
Slithering with electric fervor, and
Surging through every inch of my being.
My heart you've charged, sweet tera volts.
Why should I resist this cuddly feeling?
United, our love is linked in series,
Creating a voltage, steady and strong;
But like a circuit, we can't be together...
...Fate keeps us distant, like ice and fire.
Yet still, the chain of our love grows stronger,
Drawing us closer like plus and minus,
Igniting our passions deep within.
Although we cannot be side by side,
My heart's frequency syncs in your stride.
In every dimension, our love will transcend.
What is this remarkable force that emcompasses and incapulates all that one can comprehend and or see.
Where does this amazing and extraordinary power reside, where does it slumber, where could it be?
Each one of the trillions of cells in the body has this spark of an untapped mighty undiscovered tie with divinity within.
Each cell contains .07 volts of electricity multiplied by trillions you will understand, and this is where your true purpose will begin.
In the silence while in slumber, all things come as downloads of thoughts floating round in the Eather.
While in dream state our multidimensional spirits visit realms of unknown realities as the body takes a breather.
Search not in uncharted space outside or the deep seas, rather uncover and tap into exceeding understanding while in meditation.
The higher realms of contemplation can be visited for we are vessels of a variety of frequencies constantly relaying information back to the tower of creation.
Charging my body
With your volts of two-twenty
In my veins I get plenty
My blood boils over eighty
Electrifying in my dreams
Faces of you atop the mountain screams
Going down the streams
Voices of you humming in my dreams
Electric dreams
I play the guitar
Shattered dreams
I burn the cigar
Electric dreams
Stay in my arms
Broken dreams
Broken heart that swarms
Electric dreams
Are pictures of you
Electric dreams
That break me in two
Electric dreams I dyed
You'll always be my eye
Toasted or fried
My heart for you I die
Whipping post
Didn't you watch the on coming storm, alchalic words ! blew
Dry into my wired mouth , the art of conversation is stilled, while
Your streets soon boiled in fury , watched by A Queen in her linen and volts
A Doppler Queen, who feasted on broken wombs, swilled down,
Eased in its swallow, phlegm tears of the poor, street dogs
Tired eyes decades in the ruining, dripped like damp ochre leaves
Metal, stone, burned, smelt like flesh off the bone, her veil held dignity
Washed in a puss of lies, psalms hidden, in heavy false books.
And I watch through tired eyes of decades,
the crinkle cut ochre leaves parachuting gently
and with no choice to ground.
The tree has become seasoned and not opaque anymore,
in a light breeze its finger like twigs snap open the clear view beyond
And, i wonder, how many leaves have fallen pointlessly from my tree
Clearly the amount of leaves left swaying on my branches are foremost
In my waking dreams, thoughts, my roots still, and firmly covered.
I am an Electrical Engineer
But was alone and all was dark
Beneath me and above
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of your love
So will you be the start of my sinusoid?
Dawn in the twilight
With you am on a flight
Your feelings I can't fight
Your beauty is stuck in my sight
My gift from the Lord almighty
Heart full of generousity
Hoovering my religion from Islamic to Chrstianity.
Love...Are you be ready to visit my sub-county.
ah piece of steel straight up mah back,that's where i want you to place it at. and maybe it will straighten me out a lil bit..make me continue to fight and write even better,straight up mah back maybe a bolt of sustainable volts yeah right there on this piece of steel up my back to give me some not die but fire power and maybe covid-19 dont' matter, asians dont' matter,homeless dont' matter,black lives dont' matter will go find somebody else to play wit..um tired of this....
Smile comes
In volts
Place to place
Person to person
To make
Like in bulbs
STORM ELECTRIC
Over there
in the hills
There’s a flash
Giving birth
To a sound
Like a pulse
In the veins
of the Earth
Echoing
From the crags
As a drum
Beat ahead
The condemned
On his walk
On the morn
He would dread
Then the fire
in the sky
As it comes
ever close
With a crash
and a roar
Turns a tree
Into toast
When you walk
through a storm
Head held down
Is it dum
To survive
Taking care
Not advice
From a nun?
If you’re one
Who is blest
With a top
Like a dome
Thank your god
That your not
One of those
With a cone
Million volts
Coming down
from the sky
To the ground
Will select
To anoint
Pointed shapes
Never round
Crises come
And they pass
So all storms
Will be still
As the sun
Shall illume
Linen clouds
Wrap the hill
Should we fear
Tempest break
In our world
Bringing strife
Or perhaps
Lift head up
Rather dread
A bland life
4 March 2020
I sometimes find myself listening for God's footsteps
as He treads softly,oh, ever so softly round about me....
I sometimes find myself wanting to shake God's hand,
gently, lest my own hand is crushed by His might....
I sometimes find myself wanting to give Him a big bear hug,
wrapping my arms around the endless warmth of Divinity....
I sometimes find myself wanting to talk with God, to have
a most pleasant and low-key chat about meaning, like
the meaning of good and evil, and of life and death....
But I can't, I know: how could anyone survive touching God?
It would be safer to climb a high-tension pole and reach out
and put my bare hands on the wire as 50,000 volts course
through my body, and my soul is expelled....
It's just...my longing for Him, to hear, to feel, to touch,
and to see with my soul's eye the Lord of All the Worlds....
I suppose I should be happy just hearing the echoes of God
in the rhythm of rain or the songs of birds or the giggles of
kids as they play in their own world....
And I am happy to hear His echoes everywhere.
for years
and years
i've been
running
this tread
mill
if i knew
i was in a
race just to
produce
electricity for
you
i would have
hooked the
battery to
my brain
and have
run
myself
insane
with volts
of bolts of
electro
shock
therapy
but instead
i ran and
then
one
day
hopped
off and
let you
instead
become
insane
I come before you, humble and contrite,
deaf from your thunder, sightless from your bolts.
You rage, but frankly it’s a downright
anachronistic in this day - the volts,
the decibels, all of these fireworks
are for a newbie, not for someone who
once looked inside your mystery black box
and made a plain and obvious breakthrough:
we do not differ, you and me. The same
blue eyes, short beard, marital status, age,
surname, forename and patronymic name
and tendency to fall into a rage
about nothing… So, please, abate
your fury, put aside your thundering rod,
absolve me of my sins, elucidate
your plan about me and date me, God.
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