walking all day

So much things to say So much things to say right now I got so much things to say on social media and in my prayers, but you know speaking into infinity brings infinity into your words so here I go again trying to do that trick in verse in this what you would call meta- poetics but man do I sound full of shit loose like a spinning machine gun without a gunner spewing words like they were undigested pieces of pizza pepperoni mushrooms and ground beef spattered across this page in what looks like a poem oh right yeah that is what this is supposed to be a brain-tickler but I can’t stop at that line above because it’s just too clever and doesn’t stand for anything.                                                                             ...

a blueness above  Castillo de los Templarios Ponferrada, Spain Let us observe Let us observe only two of the many different shades of blueness that flow through and sometimes stick around to inhabit silent corners of the big wooden room of our consciousness, lit only by dark blue-gold flame and old stars within it—withdrawn from what our organs of sense seem to make of what they gather—the colors the sounds and smells and the emotional instruments played sometimes in dissonance sometimes in harmony and bliss but you have to work hard for it—this blueness—cold and hot at once—inhabits all eight bars open on lonely avenue and the light strummed into vibrations of light from the wing-feathers of the eastern bluebird and bowed on strings into low frequencies radiating rich dark blue light from the movement across the varied hues of early summer green of the fleeting iridescence of the blue— o...

Castillo de Sarracín Vega de Valcarce near the border  between the ancient kingdoms of León and Galicia in the old kingdom of dark mountains i. In the old kingdom of dark mountains in deep solitary glades where sunlight penetrates dense canopies ceilings of limb and leaf generates an aura of unique holiness and human inhabitation seems no more ii. looking back don’t look back look back in anger look back in regret look back in sin but looking back can strain your neck and destabilize your forward motion iii. in the new kingdom of asphalt and fiber optics where the horror  awaits  some of us on facebook or instagram or in those tweets and the horror  awaits  some of us in the old kingdom of dark mountains fog-invisible peaks and chasms of the soul

Pre-Roman Celtic fortification of Castro de Castromaior,  near Portomarín, Galicia, Spain Refreshing the tormented and twisted, oddly redeemed, recollection of two years’ worth of battle Refreshing the tormented and twisted, oddly redeemed, recollection of two years’ worth of battle—two years since I took a long walk in dead of winter towards the end of the world—two years of war— factions arrayed in old blue against old red against green of ivy and orange and against gold with red and rude animal hide against mail and armor emblazoned with royal coats of arms and armed with  living swords whose names and biographies are told or sung by those who wield them—their subjects reflect the firelight in the charmed and blessed and cursed brilliance of their metal blades honed in faith against self-doubt in  bruising breaking crushing battle—bone shattered by old metal and just the sound of flesh b...

but we changed stars multiplied in the drunk bedazzled sky until holiest light blinded and cleansed my   fact-burdened my reality-burdened self too concerned with climate-change and the American fascist error that era writ large with pure foolishness and celebrity but we changed that was the utter miracle of it and we weren’t even aware of change till long after but back to colliding beliefs unaware of   their dangerous death-generating subjectivity but we changed and this was the unbearable infinite made flesh because it was only human change that brings always that thud in the end but we changed