Experimental poetry w/ music by Talvihorros. Just a sketch, having fun with Garage Band.

Seasonal Affective Disorder, Bleak Beauty

Can you stand it anymore
that you’re not giving away all the life
you never had?

That the moment doesn’t surprise you
with the blessings of fresh wounds?

That you still believe the believer—

When the world is no longer an abusive father, a distant God,
a broken man and battered mother.

When the sky isn't a shroud or the earth
an intimate abyss.

When you've become a child and a grandmother, a homeless uncle
and dead brother, a lost cousin, a big sister—
the mother and father
you never were.

Blood of a heartbroken family—

Howl of all the extinct species
clawing at the infinite
night.

And before the darkness of the beginning,
a shining at the end of time.

And you’re dying to live forever
because you know
you need to love people
that much more.

Music by Chris Zabriskie - "Cylinder Three"

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A Theory Of Everybody

Let

Green on black
letters on screen
patter
on corrugated roof
preparing for death
/ listening
/ leaving
behind
a cape of immortality
proximate luxuries
like the warmth
of your breath
soft skin

color
of dreams
you smile proud
pretend to meditate
and pray
making dolls talk
of bots
and furies, or fairies
make up random rhymes
this hand 
reaching for you	
from beyond time, there,
the other side of your bedroom wall.

*

Black on green
pink and/or purple
yellow and red on green and brown
messes on the floor
dishes disheveled
collapse of civilization
dying dog
books everywhere—scissors,
scotch tape
faint sweet odor
of poop
rain
and too much to do

green on black
holy butter and honey
on toast
coffee and milk
waiting ashes
scraping pale
linoleum
for hardwood
/ much to do
and your feet stained
from the garden
and the fate
of all these words. 

– by Marco V Morelli