Sunday, February 11, 2018


paper news typed
of a post print world
Heralding a desertion 
after a Tr(i)ump of the Mirrors
screening all, at all cost

when are the beats
following this line
juggling text with
scriptures of golden shebangs

riffing out packets
for drums and pupils
jellied on the waters
at take out
before the drain




Thursday, February 1, 2018

(t)ax day
and the thief with the (c)law
obliges a moon's time of my labor
to slay my neighbors

should i be murdered
stripped of my members
there will i be nowhere
like i am not now
expecting no demise
little surprised
by staying within



Wednesday, January 31, 2018

my high school car
any part of my life
replayed in video loads
my same town, same purchases
progressing in denial 
of my identity
presuming one i did not have

but a long remembering 
before death
when action is gnostalgia
as if daydreams 
were different from 
nightdreams

where behind the glass
what isn't artifice
is fake audience
controlling nonetheless
some intention
any "vision"

as if when i imagine more
i do it quicker
until its over





Wednesday, January 24, 2018


clarity
transparency
the horizon beckons
her smile widens
and my soul reaches out
frittering in the twilight
beyond the trees, past a river
'cross from a town
i left this morning
before coming to the reality
ducks in a row
fit for a gander
and a hat to tip
without cliche





Monday, January 22, 2018

a rough hewn morning
crying vowels
fleeing from symbol
that cloud the sky

opening the projection box
fixing the screen
the film unreels
before the bulb
from the Power cord
behind the seat

in his dance
on our walks
i see the mu
everything in the dog

waiting scared for the ambulance
a trip line to a quick end




Monday, January 15, 2018

if the earth does not know of us
will the earth know of me
when i pass
like the earth
i will spring after winter
into eight legged squashers
and holy vermin

why be clean now
why feel
if the earth will not feel
after i leave

rather why not thrill
from the valley
seek the wave in the next
should it be my last

this trail
marked in ice
and a pleasant companion
the earth cannot know

Saturday, January 13, 2018


the cross
i crawl its beams
i've seen the grain
the edge
its nail

it is night
lightning
with the two others
on this hill
and the mass below

my tomb, so welcome
must i leave it in the morn
swim in the road again
with fire as my guide

the sky will not hold me
the stars and moon try
but clouds inside
are not lifting

yet step by step
hand by hand
i scramble 'cross the wood

after the court
after the betrayals
never to cry out 
for sake

for this time of stone
a sound of machines
of the grind, the wind
and the watch's eye

Monday, August 17, 2015



a king hidden

summons in the code

seeds of a sun flower

to ride the wind

settle new lands

and burst anew

iron and light

inside

to beat the time

in verse(s


https://soundcloud.com/dharmahum/summoner-from-the-hidden-king

Saturday, July 18, 2015

the problems with the sequence

and steps of the enlightenment be that

they not only involve critical thinking

decision points that the population doesn’t know of

but the interhival 
growth culture

pushes up gluttonements

designer utmost addicts 

making it an impossible act 


bound by survival

through fear of any loss

in every start or step





spin your bottom around

reverse of your top

everything is spinning

but you’re not

spheres can acclimate

in rotation

angle away any

characteristic

your freq is different

infinite

warp of rotation

alteration

alternation



the prohibitions of the roman temple

and that govern you

are a roadmap checklist

to explore not just in behavior

but your state



alteration

rotation

oscillation

dissolution



are processes that free

you from matter’s binding

just heart and frequency

open to mater
of which you are hand

made





should we "enter" our digit realm

should we bring the symbol luggage

discarding so many ologies

what would be the reference outside

what would be the need

are there unknown digit realms

presumably uncreated

and why should a digit poem

be any greater than the programmer

unless we have opened the very nature

of expansion &perchance even connectivity

lieing in the code signal



we look for deus, aliens, reserection

do we know not

a digit/number sequence

directs the hominids



would a sequence sensibility

created by filtered academic

conditioned white men be

patriarchal in the extreme



we have yet to permit number machines

to be indispensable

but the governing have,

to dispense with us



to arrive at a new format

of thinking of thinking

philosophy is a lie

even information becomes a threat

even the vagaries of poetry

become the possibilities

programmed by number

fixing choice



the god we find

will not be a personality

neither are you

but invitate to vibrate