As/Is







1.31.2006


lax

starts
state (un)
limit against lust
defining
"it indicates
bifurcate rest'd (as
entire
guilt' absent
an effort, ya"
context
definition "conscious
limit flare'd is"
(ing)
18th 1st
calendar problem allowed
lust
folder inferior
ascendant reflects project
align'd
decrees associated
ed (ing) wall
fold
old glass
press white clear








1.30.2006


New at e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s









1.29.2006


Palos Verdes

Far-up the mountain
cliffs among white lines
of rain- a single thought

occurred and I placed
it in my pocket.

Further down, where
life becomes a gorge
between the hills, brush
overcomes the thighs,

covets the migrant;

clings seedlings
to cotton cloth-

another reminder.

Green-grey is my theme
today and gasping purple
wildflowers too tiny
to understand nature's

disconcern
with land-bound
existence.

Consider the sky-

smug, pensive
and splitting
with decisions.






perhaps
exceeding the
speed of mind

is synonymous to
read you
motionless








1.27.2006


A Thousand Places to Die

"Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on,
testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade...
Who cares that he fell back to the sea?"
(Anne Sexton)

The evening wore
a blue jacket. Your voice
dressed itself
for a long journey.

There are a thousand
places to die. You chose
the sea because
it remembered you.

A dead bird, fallen
from eternal flight;
a small capsized body-
the secret of its search.

Wings moved
air, carried grief
through bones
of yearning...

traced lines
of the missing
piece as if
you had known it.

You kept yourself
indifferent; the mystery
of interrupted light ...
blind falcon

at the end
of your fragile
bindings-

set sail.








1.26.2006



if
you can
find a synonym

for me I'll
just sit
still





Product Placement

"The poet's pen turns them to shapes." --Shakespeare

"The price of getting what you want is getting what once you wanted." --Neil Gaiman

"And all that I want is forgiveness one more time to be the best in the world." --Disturbed


this is an audio post - click to play


Product Placement

Love
After yourself first
Don't blame you
(for what you are)
--or you forgetting--

There is order to machine.
Perfection in an android life.
You were tasting my name.
("Yes")
A circle inside
Filled with Red.
Souls cheap.

--Nobius Black











Impatient Gardener

Carefully crafted,
the story, the flower's
name whose footsteps

hurry towards
its beginning,

rises
from past
to present-

bruised
by sleep,

estranged
by extinction,

(our violent
persuasion)

The fist
of our sensible bodies
asphyxiate the rose.








1.23.2006


Please visit









1.22.2006


Cares of the Day

Dwell in the good bones,
the crest of the hip; wake
at the same angle
as sun, parallel

to its ascension.

Do
what is necessary-

simple, weightless
and pivoting

like the hand
that builds our bed.

Every discovery
decreases the effect
of erosion,

draws natural light
into the enclosure,

re-germinates
the fields,

persuades us
to wonder...

"what is all
this space for?"





My January Ennui

for b


I
really do
apologize. At

the same time,
whenever I
write

such a post,
I do
have

to consider that
I could
one

day be "unmasked"
and outed
.








1.19.2006


cyber stake

entertaining heat consuming
martyrs now
available

for
download as
death in blue

cyber stake, © Dreaming in Neon 2006





winter sequence

reconciliation
leaves blowing
across the sidewalk

*

cornflower
not silk
such odd jobs

*

sentence
needs fewer
words than this

*

coherence
several blue
young scentless flowers

*

fragrance
of my
mother foretold eternity

*

protect
me with
and from facts

*

hearing
birds repeat
themselves to us

*

lowest
common denominator
conversation about farting








1.18.2006


Cadence

As we fall upon this ground,
till our shallow dimple down
through charcoal shoal,

form the walls,
our concave bowl-

burial of
furnace-glazed
soul.

Peculiarly divine, our tomb,
flame undone in soiled room,
brilliance of our lamps dispersed

into the twilight
of our birth-

cadence of
the heart
of earth.








1.15.2006


Lover (descending the stairs)

You know the sound
the ear makes pressed
to shell?

...hollow, pink
whispers fog

down winding
pearly stairs.





MENTAL ILLNESS

I like shopping in Asda
stalking the bag lady shuffling down Bride Street
supping Dutch export
collapsing in gutters
scaring my reflection
daring to be a dickhead
tipping a wink to the lunatic fringe
on ward role play with bi-polar patients
making gags 'bout all weather tellytubbies
a bit of bully,
tossing double top to finish off.
and walking in tandem with women on tow paths.

Dogging at Rufford lock
watching the Linnets at Vickie park
dancing at Barons with Burscough Billets
metaphorically vomiting on the queen mothers'
headstone in her crypt of remembrance at Windsor
and filling my boots on the slopes of Paranassus
with laurel stems
woven in a crown I make believe my own;

fantasy gifts of Minerva, Mnemosyne, Appollo and Ogma
having a party and letting me know

"We are ones who make
glitter and red carpet treatment

turned Bob Dylan to Homer

rock the souls of Elvis, John
Liam and Noel

so go tell the world of gods
whose secrets unlocked reveal
an oasis of monkeys and beatles
day-dreaming you too will join them
here beneath Partholan skies."






Precious Moment

it came to pass
i was breathing alone
my feelings came back broken
the mirage had come undone

it came forbidden
you smiling in the mirror
i turned around
and saw you fade

Billy Jno Hope








1.13.2006


Watch the River

There is no place
to find home;

the river is freed,
let out
of its bones,

trees
remember groves,

clouds roll
away

in search
of ceiling.

My grandmother
rocks (steady as wind)
in a wooden chair

that creaks
and groans;

lumber
of a ship

that takes her
nowhere.

I am exactly
where...

(or should I say)
"I am"

and watch
the river

flow.





De-Flowered

Now immortalized,
such an evening
creped in blue soil,

shaken down
from white bough-

crashed to flesh.

Velvet-red flown
from cave,

a secret grove
undraped, defiled...

poison sprayed
on flower,

milk-rust dried
at the bottom
of a tiny cup-

handfuls
of sweet grain

scattered.








1.12.2006



the era keeps
ending the
era








1.11.2006


DEad aS ClOcK

"It all comes back to sex and death." --Becky Cloonan

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DEad aS ClOcK

Think of your first memory:
Mine was being born.
From black to black
-- DEad aS ClOcK --
These are words to come.
Wounds to play.
(Viola.)
Play me.

Human.
Tonight.
--only veneer--
Pieces in spiral.
drift.
(Sometimes we make choices.)

I love the way
(of Mother's voice)
"No one returns from the stem.
You are the God of the Machine.
You can help yourself."

-- Nobius Black





conditional

if

       monochromatic
       light of
       existence equals karma

then

       shadow
       is an
       act of choice





Wondering (about Franz Wright)

A gnome of a light,
a man, molasses
and eyes drilled
into oil [of word]

There is something
strange about beauty
when it's blinding
or simple.

They all threw
stones, perhaps
even he did...

a few boulders
shaken down
from high places

we can only
pray to sink

.... and I wonder
about wondering.





lip't 3

radiate sentence "fold,
everything" cancellation inside
vain sentence (s)
admittedly it who
stops foot above
through concrete line
sawn a visually
well chosen time
closed on opened
in "representations, that
one faced, closed
fist ternary closing
left vision excess
(seen) door holds"
(cracked one to
long one same
line) time that
other (ways) did'






I have no stamina for
lyric let's catalogue
what we have. In the book
a man is lying in bed
drifting in & out of sleep,
listening to a radio station,
voices & dreams.

It is hot here and
it is hot there.

A fly drones above
my open legs; the fly
remembers with me fleshy
fullness between my legs
and above, all the weight
crushing my breasts
back into me. I am a
boy now.

I think these things, remember
them, heave hot & sink, where
drowsy, voluptuous feelings
are cut short by the format.

I have no stamina for
lyric the fly has
settled somewhere. I
heard a dog growling
outside so I turned
on the porch light &
stood there folding socks.
The dog was next door but
sounded much closer.








1.10.2006


More or Less

Listening
to the
gentle
sounds
of night.

Ease
of letting
nothing
happen.






exile
where is my exile?
how it has betrayed
polluted by existence

billy jno hope








1.09.2006


From Invisible

In wide open spaces
I professed my love
for all things missing.

I have no secrets,
no wounds, no burning
destiny, no sacred tablets

to deliver me
from invisible.

There is a story
about a boy
who swallowed light;

it ate him
from the inside,
until...

he became light.

On the subway,
a young woman
cried out

"Jesus!"

and burst
into flames.

No one noticed
the fire
of her skin.








1.08.2006


Eraser head












   

illustrious
dawn, yesterdays
dogma's active redefined

   
   
tabula rasa, vacuum     
genesis of
cognosphere

   








1.07.2006


Separated

We are folded together,
fleshed origami

or spaces

between cut-out dolls
where the eyes should be.

I warned you
of fusion, of kiss,

of dipping
into bowls
with your fingers,

the reflection
of someone-else
standing behind you
in a mirror.

Only God survives
extrication;

(de-bone-ing)

the silvered skein
that shines pearl
and purple.

So we slowly
unravel, a little toy,
a top, a spool of thread,

to become
what we are not-

separated.








1.06.2006


Prayer

When dreams
left the room,

briefly-

the color of silence
(black) remained.

In a small vessel, ink
of the last desire

spilled prayer.








1.04.2006


black travel

it was jesus man
and th footstep girl;
black dog
and aristocrat myth.

promise of rivers
and I see him angels;
him angels,
screen doors,
cadillacs, and
houses on rivers.

hell yah
smoking
hot black tar to nowhere.

you are th new chain
of air,
full of down and people
just left
old judgments in tight sweaters.

hell yah travel
in black arrest
eyes workin so hard
to close in on if
only one sentence

waiting and
like jesus drank
me & th drink
pills waited
slowly

for a click and a fight ( to go on








1.03.2006








Cyberoptic

These keys
that I tap
for sonic delight
and literary sunlight
produce packets
of ancient lore
covered by cobwebs of thought-bore
I blow away
the colluding threads
with the breath of my dreams
So do you see them now?
Lilac-colored tales
from the digital entrails
of the cyberoptic underground








1.02.2006


new at e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s







so
yeah, Amsterdam
new years eve

solid
euphonic symphony
pyrotechnics and mankind

the
band mimicking
good old B52's

noisy
smalltalk excited
by ethanolic bubbles

tomorrow
reload the
past and exist



© Dreaming in Neon








1.01.2006


Mysteries and Longing

Truth within web
is spider, hungers

for larger prey
than flies-

how it dreams
of hornets,
hummingbirds
and horses

trapped
in sticky threads.

Dragon ate Man
without a fork...

strangely, nature

consumes
its mysteries

without utensils.





Stray Child

I am astounded;
the depth
these steps

spire

down.

Without shoes,
the sea is enormous;
so enormous
it sinks

down.

What vanishes?
Where must it travel?

The sparrow rests
above stone graves-

a stray child
without shoes.

Tonight,the woods
are still, the winds
cease to tremble-

there are no paths
out; hundreds
leading in-to

the stair
of existence
carved in a tunnel

that I must
journey

down.