3
cream of consciousness
some call it hyperfocus
sight insight super sight
.
2
dream of consciousness
it is elusively lucid
wake up then Wake Up
.
3
scream of consciousness
I CANNOT BELIEVE
MY COUNTRY–nOT HERE not NOW
THE MADNESS NEVER en
a longhand version/of an author’s love of a car/is in the passenger seat of that car/being taken to a husband about to be divorced/by the driver.
so the car is a conveyance conveyance
the driver is a conveyance conveyor conveying conveyance affection
and the husband is an incipient conveyance recipient/on his eventual way to divorce court
where the divorce court judge/may hold the transfer of conveyance ownership
in abeyance.
the moon is not in the seventh house
but it was just eclipsed by the shadow of our earth
and jupiter recently aligned not just with mars
but with siblings as well.
“bound to happen sometime”
is just a position
on juxtaposition.
The window went down but will not go up.
A few minutes prior, turning the Start key made the dashboard light up but didn’t turn over the engine.
I am in the parking lot of my workplace. I was eager to get home.
I have logged in the Triple-A and have requested roadside assistance.
Now I wait/And hope for no rain/And for a simple and quick fix.
It is noon.
I have about 14 ounces of water and this phone, which has about 70% charge.
I tried the key again. This time there is clicking similar to a dry-fired gun, about a click per second.
It is twelve oh four.
A text message says a driver is on their way.
It is twelve fifteen.
Clouds are making shadows.
I bought this car last than a month ago. I told everyone trying to sell me a car that I didn’t want anything fancy, just reliable transportation. One phrase I used over and over was “no headaches.”
It is twelve twenty-one.
she thought of Betty,
eyes closing when she lay down,
on the slow fast days.
.
the gondolier punts.
his name is Hafiz and he
calls her Doll, and smiles.
here is a basketball/and there a violin
one an air-inflated near-sphere/one a wood and string arrangement
both wave
the basketball goes unspherical when bounced against hardwood/and makes a distinct sound/that has an afternoise/from the post-impactal wave form of the ball itself
the violin has an interior/designed to vibrate around a supporting post/harmoniously/when the bow is drawn across the strings
violin and basketball both wave to the crowd
and when the crowd cheers it waves back
In twenty twenty-four an alloy sandwich
Stamped by an unrelenting hydraulic press
Became a coin worth twenty-five cents US.
On the obverse is the image of a slaveowner
And above his head is the curved word
L I B E R T Y
While on the reverse is a portrait
Of the Reverend Doctor Anna Pauline
“Pauli” Murray, Episcopal priest
And champion of civil rights.
Dr. Murray’s portrait fills the O
Of the word HOPE
Emblazoned on the coin.
Beneath her name
Is E PLURIBUS UNUM:
“From Many, One.”
Here are in both fact and metaphor
Two sides of the same coin
Minted in the United States of America.
Flip that coin.
Hope that the whirly gig you just gave it
Has it land on the awake, enlightened Tails
And not the asleep, entrenched Heads.
Flip it till it’s right!
so
here one of us is
unless you are reading over my shoulder
or otherwise have me under surveillance
but isn’t this a conversation?
i speaking,
you listening?
not exactly. i haven’t said a word.
i taptaptap with an inexpensive finger
on the image of a keyboard. i take my time,
change my mind, backpedal
without using my legs,
and later you
will learn what i have texted you
without using your ears
unless you are blind or otherwise unable
to read your screen, in which case
your app reads it aloud for you,
sometimes translating it from english
into hindustani or arabic or swedish
or hebrew or spanish or what you speak
in kenya.
so
what you are reading or seeing
is not quite so or not exactly so
or not so fast but certainly
approximately so.
and if you reply,
and i hope you do,
what i read will not mean
exactly what you meant to say
even if it is english from england
(hello, christine!)
but i hope to mostly understand.
even though nothing is exactly so
and sometimes the translation is so-so,
we try.
sometimes there will be shared delight.
i hope
so.
i am imagining/expanding my horizon as a sculptor/by sculpting the more than two hundred individual bones/of a human skeleton
and having done that/have the bones be three-dee scanned/and fabricated in porcelain/with a three-dee printer/in enormous quantity/and variety of sizes
and with this huge number of hellish tinkertoys/assemble odd dioramas/such as a bone house/surrounded by a picket fence/made of femurs/connected by clavicles
or a portrait of lincoln/with tiny carpal bones/assembled into his beard/and eyebrows/and a little patella/for his wart
the bones could make anything/from petunias to starships
but what has indelibly seared its image into my brain/is a ribcage and upper spine assembly/within which/is a heart-sized skull
the skull would be made not of porcelain but silicone
and via interior bones and a small motor/and maglev tech/would beat like a heart/faster if excited/slower if asleep
and could travel within the ribcage/peering out of the cage of the ribs/with its eye sockets
imprisoned and wildly free/at the same time
Carrot salad parts enmesh
Shreds of carrot dabs of mayo
Raisins soaked and near-grape fresh
Milk or cream for gum/paste kayo
Mix and taste and change the mixture
Dare to add an odd ingredient
Fold and sweeten free from stricture
Take your time be inexpedient
Take your time to eat it also
Savor each cascading morsel
Chakra zings and doom rings false–O
Certain treats do Life ensorcel!
Silence is so accurate. Mark Rothko
the above is fog
not a mark rothko painting
but they are cousins
One with Clay, Image and Text 