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Waking DreamGuests came uninvited
Not unwanted
Some stayed all night
Some just long enough

I was told I acted strangely
I asked if they were really here
Where here was, also in question,
but Peyote Woman did come

Thick blue black braided hair
With black hole eyes
No iris, only placid pupil
Sitting quietly, listening

Full skirt bunched up around her
Colorful blouse and shawl
She did not speak
This did not concern me

In the morning I am taller
I walk silently on cement
Looking down, I see shadows
of the soles of my boots

The shadow soles walk beneath me
I float above the sidewalk
Surprised to be so high
I fumble for a cigarette

Willing FleshFlesh the means, spirit the end,
yet still the unintended. While deep
embedded in the pulsing rhythms
of the body's routine life, it transcends
physicality, flourishing in realities
never imagined before. Spirit is the key
to unlock the heavy door, to make
the great discovery of joy.

BitterBitter-sharp and angled
The stake through my heart
The brightest sun cannot penetrate
The cold seizures as I die
and die
and die, everyday;
but still somehow remain.

You only had to die once.
I've died a thousand times
since you left.

Dying is no way to live.

Escuchar A La MadreConnectivity crackles atmosphere

Symbiotic systemic continuum

Human Rock Bug

River Cloud Fish

Ancestral waters
Ancestral air

Terrarium ultimo

Easter Island Rapa Nui

Listen
Our Mother speaks

rhetoric

Famously,
they say insanity
is repetition;
faith renewed
in failing strategies.

So
what is living,
life?
What is loving
you?

Patchy CatchHis cool approaches, light and tickle-floppy
were like a room full of crisp wet lettuce when I didn't want anything to eat
so I took my clothes off and rolled around in it instead- sweating onions.
Lazy.
Laying face up, I was blowing at the big veiny leaves I'd laid over my eyes
which I found could absorb fever!
Babbleage cabbage
... and it waved away all the thoughts that were not of him.
I saw things through shady emerald eyes as winds came to curl at my sides.

I started thinking about cheese sandwiches.
I wanted to be one.
Then I got up and wrote a poem about all the things I needed squeezed from my filthy pores.

I missed my

untitled27 a.k.a. porunpintorWe've become culprits of a three-way romance.
Bending gravity into 33rds, making religion with coffee
or perfect skin and things soft like that.

We nibble and spit,
taste the twine of one ashen,
molten into herself.

We argue about the flavour of tongue,
we debate the details of a ribcage.

What I know, my albatross,
my stoic pintor,
is that these swollen seconds
betray you, your Peruvian blush.

Even as I remember the tint
of this lovely brunette's stomach,
the wax drip between my thighs
is what sews me to your brush
and creates an arc in the spine
that only your water colours can emulate.

legs so longThe goodbye is never needed
if the hello will never happen
so the spiders will not be lifted
so high above
on stilted legs
ready to fold
and touch us
with their fangs of truth

cloud einsteinI saw Einstein in the clouds today
his fluffy hair
his nose
Definitely
hazily
vaporously
his
I saw no numbers anywhere
No formulas written on the air
What gravity there was
couldn't drag down clouds
I saw the bending of the wind
but did it follow space?
I couldn't tell
I'll not spend my life in counting
not seek beneath the seen
We walk each day in beauty
and that's enough for me.

Only DreamingNeed we postulate a mind that plots
the drifting of the continents, the  shifts
of grinding plates of rock, a mind that orchestrates
the massive shocks, a mind constantly aware
of the myriad of deaths and copulations?

Can we imagine an unclaimed land
where opportunities lost are found,
where mighty herds of unrealised possibilities
abound,trekking across immaterial plains,
harried and haunted by ravening packs
       of grim necessity?

self help manualsbreak your own heart & eat it. stir into your pauses.
point a dog at a paper crane you've folded. begin
again with lights, your throat will hold everything,
trees belly crawling into the roads. i haven't told
you everything, i've been drawing again, blueprints,
i've been folding paper, i've been struck by a train's
loveliness but only just recently. if you can hear me
i've burned my fingers but i'm holding my own hands.

futilitarian

everything
beneath
is a wound;

Monte Vesuvio
is lording
over
me
.

Act of the GodlessThere used to be the comfort of the words-
bereft, bereft, a woman drips her opalescent tears,
where thin-lipped men look on, away.
As common as cats, lives are.

low-rent catatonictequila from the freezer
chew the frozen worm
you’ll swear yourself a caesar
then kiss the floor, infirm

chew the frozen worm
it's low-rent catatonic
then kiss the floor, infirm
while the moon wanes supersonic

it's low-rent catatonic
a trailer park don juan
the moon wanes supersonic
lurching toward the dawn

a trailer park don juan
spooning with his bimbo
lurching toward the dawn
both auras all akimbo

spooning with his bimbo
tenured in sticky flesh
auras all akimbo
dreaming of gilgamesh

tenured in sticky flesh
i saw her disappear
dreaming of gilgamesh
dressed in pink cashmere

i saw her disappear
‘Go ahead

Chewing The Fattened CalfOily eel deals
Red Tag steals
Discounted mounts
of a sore, Soar-Horse

Oats gone bad in the rain
from windows left open to gain
and the chicken's cluck was
The Bell

Feathers for the Weather, plucked off
While Bridles were bitten right through

Well...
the Farm was a charm
nevertheless blessed
and so was the river that ran through it.

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by *TheMadMulatto, Sep 10, 2011, 9:59:11 AM
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Whorishly sniffing at the thinner air
- odor which was wonderfully all hers.
Things she'd brushed up against in her low-flying imagination now had a name.

Lubed Tart Target.

She was high on something.
Dusting crops that would bare no more fruit.

Grounded due to the weather
as most
Air Attack
nose-heavy equipment
would be.

She was in love with the landing strip.
Seeking that which was all in a row,

as far as she could see.

A batted-at moth addicted to openings...

Window Widow.

Dark-Dwelling light seeker
with average wings.

She is Ah Me Oh Earhart...

All-Me

Air Heart

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~JStavridis Jan 31, 2012 Professional Filmographer

Words that pierce some thick,
unnecessary aspect of the cortex.

*TheMadMulatto Feb 1, 2012

THAT was a hell of a compliment.

~JStavridis Feb 1, 2012 Professional Filmographer

It was not meant to compliment, but to reflect truth.
This seems to be the cornerstone of your work.

*TheMadMulatto Feb 1, 2012

I didn't realize your comment was more generalized and reference to the body of my gallery.
I still want to say thanks.
The words mean a lot as it shows I'm having an impact...
not just drooling on the carpet and framing it.

~JStavridis Feb 1, 2012 Professional Filmographer

No, not drooling on the carpet. That's an image I can't even
formulate. And I only wished you to know that my comment
was not meant as some bit of offhanded flattery. That would be
a travesty indeed.