Tuesday, June 6, 2006

"China Gourmet: the tree house"

05/25/95

lying dorment, faced on main street,
passers by pier through the only window
wondering if they might exist somewhere within.

shadows rendered dementional to their own;
visual souls; turbulant thoughts and fates,
in a slow fade to regression;
and im there ...

i can look down, in the tree, and see hundreds of tears deciding to be;
tree -- branches cut off and still coming back to carry THE life itself
when spring torments the yellow-greens, to frenzy still air to notice
your cheek;
laughs being constructed weakly to fall apart, and collapse soft suspect.

hours twist over cold liquids and crystals;
i can feel the Collective morph, as souls ignite fear or passion
and lessen when they lighten its wing.

spine waterfalls;
inverted fountains mutilating the light swallowed;
some times, the light pierces Its sense, and burns
a sourness wrings tight the tongue's command ... dehibilitated;
sweetnes enticing guilt into speechlessness;
more ... a lesser thought, that some will retain the memory:
while others, it recedes into the fountain ... cool

smoke; grey-white skeletons look to pink skies stenciled in thick black
... quiet ... secured ... and turbulant.
anger's complexities, smooth as within shark's blue skin;
swallowed intensities reflected from their attended pupils;
jails eyes for merely looking lonliness in Its face.

tombs walk jealous, elegant, sleeping quiet below ...
walking pasts; carrying thoughts away.
falling from the tree,
i realized i wasnt in, but only near; it was a cold thrust.

: the short fall
head rush and sights of people and souls grow smaller and out of sight.
head bowed, i know i was there.

-huey

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