Makeshift Minds

The indefinite boundaries
confine you to a room
(or a coffin)
to explore the room is to move
forward then a back, ramming a log into a medieval fortress.
Chisel away at that wall. Make it crack
wide open.
expanding that boundary yet may be possible
stretch it like a womans skin around a developed fetus
Taught. Vibrating
with all your thought
It is peaceful inside the wall (or the womb)
see peace within the self - extend peace to what is outside the self?
let them in!
imperialists or the mind - or soul?

Still stuck in this tumultuous room (or womb?)
hot sticky and evil
let them in...
extension of the mind. Amoeba eating lunch in the tepid pool of unwanted water

Open the flood gate of the room (..womb..) move out
FREE
ly
Inconsistant is organic
Makeshift dwellings give no shelter

Scale the wall, open the door

-the colonel

Not a Thought

He tried to order his insanity and

that was his third mistake. It is

reality that is ordered; insanity’s

where everything is real. Brought

his feet into and out of two holy

hydrogens and an oxygen but “my

halves are carbon, I am fiber, I am

a liar – try to follow if you can.” So

they listened and interpreted insinuations

that autonomy had a part to play in Ultimate

Demise: The Rise and Fall of that lump

in your throat – where’d it come from? I

‘d blame Jesus. He wanted to feel (second

mistake). There are better ways to notice

blood than to get a crowd screaming for

it. Appetites eat or want enough only

to momentarily sate, you soon find the

same void dressed in wolf pelt. It’s always

howling. She got pregnant and I can’t

stand getting stoned or stoning (even

in a voyeuristic sense) so I let that

baby get all born (first mistake.)

-the ambassador

Deities and Definitions

When deities fall,

webs collapse with them, leaving

citizens wishing we

could still communicate.

Our eyes are pink

but LEDs no longer blink

so we can tell we're shit

out of luck.

I continue to spill words

on you; it turns

out they mean even less

without a god to define them

-and, more importantly, who

I am-

so all these little molecules curl

down the drain and out

of sight.

No mean, no message

in the ether, just inconsistent

ciphers; I

know not who you are

but we speak in emergencies.

-the ambassador

Midwestern Hospitality

God, dear brother,

do you see me breathing here,

seething here intimately,

communing consistently with

angels and delinquents

screaming for anarchy in

Chicago?

Go home. This isn't mine.

Delilah, I think,

you've moved me inappropriately.

I'd never say this on my own.

Alleviate my sensibilities,

too often I submit to

rationalities and do not

listen to myself.

I must go back to

Chicago.

Oh, this aching foot of

mine. How it drags;

how it holds me aloft.

I'm answering the phone

with halted breath.