Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Nihilist James

Helios burns my legs
intimate evening
for billions and billions.
Anarchy defeats my invisible
cranium.

Bourse du Travail forces
me into isotropic
civil twilight.

The keyhole I
am looking for,
aiming for the break
under the
belt,
dual power.

We are free in death
bound in life
fucking in dreams.
Doing her
guerilla gardening in.

Illegalize it.
Turn away my psyche
before multiplexing opposition
carries me into
parallel pathfinder
fucking.
Different phases requires
plasma.

Welcome
standard pacific time,
I laugh
spinning
red dwarf.

2 comments:

Gerry Boyd said...

"We are free in death
bound in life
fucking in dreams.
Doing her
guerilla gardening in."

great stanza!

Francis Scudellari said...

That's the stanza that grabbed me too. I'm also fond of the phrase "isotopic civil twilight".