Music

My eyes hear beat sequences
in textured textile oceans
and fuzzy pastel fabric bits.
In me
frequencies are endless vaccine needles
piercing my tear ducts,
puncturing through
s t r e a m i n g
to the balls of my feet and
tips of my spilt ends,
exiting as electrical currents from every inch of skin.
My electrocuted brain
sees everything and
nothing
all at once.

c.e.s.
(10.25.09)

alphazetical reinstarnation

I’m fiery dust
cloud 9,
I’m a star lost and
Wandering inside myself

I, star A-9
Was the first to observe the
brightest of billions
swirled and sweltering with
glowing specs:
your perfect words
para-pathways
and refracted lines
turned my gaze to

You, star Z-9
the one I’ve been
trying so hard to find
to get to and align
with me.

I’m A, the beginning
You’re Z end
and all the others lie
along the line
they’ll link us, but
they’ll intercept this
radio wave and
I’ll implode
I’ll explode
I’ll grow cold and collapse

But I’m a stellar cat
and I’ll re-birth myself
at least 9 times
from my own matter

Supernova lust
Dust to dust
But I’ll keep burning.

-c.e.s. (11.28.2008)

War

We fight with
thought grenades
pheromone bullets
and word shrapnel
raiding each others minds
for mythological
weapons of mass
destruction.

Stalemated,
refusing to
free our death grip on
power, our
P-O-W-ed genitals starve.

Will there be a cease
fire, a neo-marxist
fashion statement,
a cutting of the prized
pants in two,
reducing them to
bloody denim gauze?

No, I’ll surrender,
Sparing these
designer jeans
again
and remain
a prisoner
of your excuses.

And again
you’ll go
pre-O, blowing
your load
like a champ,
owning the spoils,
the booty and my
freedom…

but I’m planning
my escape.

c.e.s.
3.26.09

Prison Food

I just ate
last year’s
mass of characters,
thoughts of type and
sign waves,
my half-revolution came
from seeing the same
side of the sun again.

Elliptic trips
blurred with the present,
a prison meal of
eatsleepthinkwrite
and accidental crying
like pissing my pants.

It’s raining here.
A lot.
This trip’s almost over
though it won’t really end.
But I think the food will be better.

c.e.s
10.11.2009