Superjourneyman

by Face Plants Jr.

Posted to Poetry on 2003-04-21 23:39:00

i’m a superjourneyman!
grown to fill out skull, hearty-live out long legs
drag them to and from cars, airplanes, even trains
and the more tired form of walk
walking towards an apocalypse that has already come
towards a door as tall as the clouds that hang
(same ones that hung over me in my youth)
a door that mirrors my red womb- my sloppy birth
screaming light and first new breaths,
I speak not only of death- but the weeks
that turn and spin their colours ’round the face
that change you like a chameleon- until unrecognized
you go on essentially yourself, staggering, amazed
-even bored. I can’t contain this wonder, bruising
amusing life
sometimes you get so strange I think maybe its real
I forget the dream.
There is a crazed human always existing in existential dilemma-ever missing the days-reaching past his plate- moving too fast for the spectre of years-
madman! -I make him still. Just last night,
I meditated lotus in the dry fountain- middle
the other one (not this inhibited pensive fool!)
a grass-roots sanity, a child, a graceful movement
that looks directly into the bloody eyes of life
and sitting takes time feels warm in heat of summer chill of fall and deep winters all moving around eternally the axis like any one of us is the center of it all, on the sphere (think about it)
-breathing healthy breath not cigarettes not even pot clean
fresh air
-that loves every glowing stop light dumb photograph and silly signage on the highway
-that knows the one way back is the one way forward
enjoys company of comrades in arms (who in turn have this movement)
that is the nature of my journey
to lose everything to madness
in order to discover, recover,
everything I lost,
with new views familiar to place upon earth
and the eys of eternity
riding into apocalypse naked on
a horse with no name, with no apologies
no regrets, no rebuttal,no final will and testimony, unarmed, singing fierce song
crying fierce tears
-with the 10,000 swordsman in their many-shaped armours
to strike me down, mortal-wounded
to cut out my heart
to hold its black silhouette to the dying moon
still cool and jeweled in my eyes, green and dying
to peel away the soul-skin with a cry of love echoing in my rainbow supernova shooting like a dead star across the former empty- like sand blown from a loose fist to drift
across the divided skies in the last moments of dream-conscious in which the secrets of the universe are concieved and exposed the naked skeleton
upon the throne of death in the wink of the one true Eye-
jettesoned the loathsome beauty of that existence of the former- ebbed forth on waves of formless sound now distant like headlights of a distant road memory of night
thoughts now immortal wings sprout from the birthing pheonix- risng forth in flames of feeling now released from the silent senses- soaring across chasms of Hell and concepts of Heaven beyond all time and space- and it’s gone now winging off somewhere-
and then to come suddenly aware,
awaking somewhere with a sudden terrible start
from a brief, strange happening
and find all along I was wrapped
in the drappings of my couch
lied-down to pleasent dreams.



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