"The gentle sounds of the choir singing 'amen, amen' are not to calm the congregation but to pacify the god" PKD VALIS
Worship becomes a possession
no longer solely yours
You become a box
sent out
addressed to a god
who ignores the fragile warning
God shaking a box
animated
the middle of an art piece;
where Philip looms above
and I scream from below
Life is a racket
birth is a commodity
the gods trade every day
We celebrate birth with joy
and mourn death with a lament
surely it should be the other way
hitting the bottom only opens a new top
that spins forever
"What he did not know then is that it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane. To listen to Gloria rationally ask to die was to inhale the contagion. It was a chinese finger trap, where the harder you pull to get out, the tighter the trap gets" PKD VALIS
The World as Will
Wicked with War
a game of risking life, limb, liberation
the stupidity of our private lives
holding onto our identity
you are not me
i am not you
A life such as this
unadjusted
uninformed
undone
but we are all distracted
Knock, knock
KNOCK
the Great Question
of life
at the door
asking for some time to stay
Refusing quarter
All I wanted to do was paint
to smear purple
into formed block letters J's
to impress green
roughened needle foliage
The beauty of the moment
eyes on a screen
low frequency waves wash over
detected by celluloid
caught quivering lips
as she said "okay"
