primal law

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(12/27/09 22:03:29)





we eat
we shit
we fuck
we kill and
we die

--marquis de sade, quills

i do not know if de sade said it, but as a philosophy it feels true. no, philosphy
is of the mind
these are axioms of the flesh.



that's a pretty cynical outlook,
glad i gots my weed to keep me warm.

i mean sure, if there were truths to be found
i'd place a T in the box next to these.
maybe no others. for we all do these
but do we not also all think and reason
in our own ways? each whorl in the fabric
each rna precursor in the cell. how many times
do we have to penetrate the fractal
to see mathematics taking a dump?

saw a german film tonight, about friends.
one: i think german would be an easy language to learn
the syntax is saxon, right? like english? k,
two: best film presentation of the proof for 1+1=1
three. the boy got the girl.

four: please come wash the dishes
i have several days of angst to spill
and the deadline is seven a.m.







you come to me disembodied
one thread in chicago, one in cocoa beach
one in the mountains of politix, a faint
and faded plumb line also
cast to the west, anchor me home
with a large L and small w
both stand ins for woman. i have been meaning
to write you for the longest time
about how your poison traces thru the loci
making seeds curl in upon themselves, foetuses
dissolve back into the womb , shred themselves
from uterine walls. the joy of spring
was writ large in eden, but eden was a legend ago.
the tip of your arrow tinged with regret
makes savory the dish you harvest.

winter is the coldest season. i am traveling ahead
to send reports back home, the ice has forty two names
the fourth dozen shy by two, that's me and who
was it you? let go of the hunt for a kalpa
and enjoy your media noche. curl up with me
under the blanket i brought and wait for
the sun's warmth to come in the runes.
or better, yes, just read these missives,
n dismiss em. i have the runes, and the pipe
a good set of snowshoes
and it looks like the heart is a bear.
























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listen it was a weird thing
to have the rebound and resonance
resisted so strongly a discordant only
brought by wrongly timing reaction
to atomic refraction. i still can't see how
it is you don't love me but whatever.

i guess we were not an equation
that had a rational solution so the irrational
opening had predictable catastrophic results.

or some witch got her hard on and you will love me again
only when it's too late. kinda weary myself of gods and vectors
fuckin with my chemistry.


i've been writing the same damn poem to you
for ages now. aren't you sick of it yet?
the siren falls from the rock, the hard place behind you
the hook, set. the line runs out then you reel
me back in. when willl you pull me ashore
or cut this plastic filament entirely?
this cannot be fun
no song i could sing
would be as good as the sherrels
set me free. it's not you so much
as me but i can see their point.



payback's a bitch but it gets me thinking
on how i love. i mean seriously, you guys jump
from one heartache to the next so easily.
most women i know are not that free.
did you know some butterflies have ears?
they're night flyers. anyway, each woman
you jump to believes you will stay
and you want to believe it too,
flapping wings, following desire's fading scent
is tiresome. so you settle in for a while
but something changes you say it's me
or her or them or us you do not know love
is not the wind or the way you want to hold
water with a fork, or how ideal is a thing
only pursued, never caught
and held in your arms