hip zoo

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on February 13, 2018 by gary j

there is so much dust

so many stars

how could we be

so insignificant…

translation:

generals of perspective, latin dances, prosaic perambulations, clans of national border watching, twitching fingers modern in pointing, vanities of importance, attitudes of stone, conflicted vicarious accident prone apostles of the marble bust of a dusty book…

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voodoo I do you do voodoo…

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on February 12, 2018 by gary j

perhaps love is just a word

spoken many times

to give for nothing really

to give to every life

translation:

perhaps the feeling is believing and believing is not felt

this is just a consequence for love it needs no help…

small vanities…

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on February 11, 2018 by gary j

there is no violence in the stars

nor is there science

these are thoughts of mortal coils

dreaming in the silence…

arms race…

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on February 11, 2018 by gary j

throw my heart into a butterfly

throw my heart into the sun

tattoo my arms

with scars of love

translation:

my arms are never big enough for a tattoo of what is right and what is wrong

they are not long enough, for that I would hold close is always out of reach…

major and minor…

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on February 10, 2018 by gary j

saw my shadow until the scratching stopped trafficking

causal effects glimpsed in passing cars too tired to resemble

perturbations on the menstrual surface of the moon

where hidden on the dark side is a forest of pointing fingers

at night you hear them clicking when the stereo is loud…

translation:

of the ocean we drown within sight of hooks and fishes

even shadows on the sandy shipwrecked sand

when bursting lung orchestra…

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syzygy

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on February 9, 2018 by gary j

words could become patterns on a soul

could become patterns on a soul words

become patterns on a soul words could

patterns on a soul words could become

on a soul words could become patterns

a soul words could become patterns on

soul words could become patterns on a

words could become patterns on a soul

 

liar liar pants on fire…

Posted in modern art, soliloquy for one on February 9, 2018 by gary j

ten temptations in barrels of oil

coming down the mountain

twenty seven perverted rockets sending

a car into space

so the cloud adores you

let you live forever

is this a human race…

funk you very much…

it was sad how the song resembles the master of the orchestra

so rich and out of touch

I meet people of the gutter

who’s stories mean so much

translation:

a person with a broken heart smiled at me

I would die to cocoon them in a moment

with love, not humility…

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