PICTURES of OTHER things: June 2008

'Amethyst and waste; from bedlam to the burial.'

'How have I grown sick of your icicle face?'

'I was nearing the edge of something - I didn't know what. Some fucked-up 'Worker's Paradise' perhaps, or, by contrast, a deep and miserable prison with no qualities at all. To be sure, it really hardly mattered at all.'

'Like Maximilian, before the lights went out.'

'We don't mean anything by our transgressions - hell, we don't even know we transgress.'

'In reality you passed me by the very same moment my heart was beating its last.'

'The stevedore, the multi-colored fawn, the nothing.'

'A hundred fixtures around the circuit of Heaven - and they shall finally let me in when I establish the meaning of the apparitions before me...'

'As if I can't undo what I haven't done.'

'They never wavered - good or bad they just did what they wanted to do.'

'So dead in their hats were they, that they were listening to this shit and watching this small person shift and change the ways they thought. Drug-addled infestations of control and power, simulacrums of pale fortitude, puke-stains on a suede jacket. It was all there, but those days bore no recognition of anything. It was all a gay fantasy.'

'It was something about 'he maketh me to lie down in green pastures...', but what eluded me was the point being made. I was fain hungry to find out just where I really was, that point having been taken.'

.

'I should opine : you are something other than me, you are a hopeless sister. It would little matter what raiment was worn - the coming would equal the going.'

'We have grown so. We are bunglers of the main-staff, making our curious musics wherever we can : stations and stops all along the way.'

'As off in the distance, a faraway drum was sounding. 'It is death, only death', someone said, 'and it peals and bangs like that for everyone' - and yet, I hesitated to listen.'

'And yes, it was brokered to me, straight from this crazy heart of love to some other zone of wanting or willing...or wishing or waiting. Yet, I soon found out I could hold on to nothing.'

'HERE I AM! Right here, in the domain of the despoiled.'

'Don't they make me try, every chance they get...'

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