HiramDiaz

"the globalization of erect structures;the profound towersof born-again-babylonleaning lustilyone against the othermelt into the waterswe drink in, bathe in,and drown in.and we are drunkan..."

"(gasp into strain)it's strangehow easily i circumvent everything relevant.to thisthere is no meaningthere is no yearning (gasp into grasp)there is nothing to gripbut the coquettish wind. Written Augus..."

"The fuzzy 3&1/2 inch dog nodded to the engine's drummingon the time-weathered dashboard.I sat in the passenger seat,aghast at the solemnity with which he spurned me.He facedme and blankly grazed on my..."

"My soul is gathering in your eyes, adjacent to those streams of light strung down each side of your face lightly brushing their pale landscape. Your smile crushes the orbed crimson that ends as soon ..."

"'Silence! Silence! Not all is lost.You still have Donne, Milton, and, Frost.And most of all, why, you have me',said the poet unto the Tree.'Tho´ Love is stirred and shoots arrows lead tipped ones that..."

"Broken glass tiles the floor of her one bedroom/upper-eastside/housing project apartment. It's oddly reminiscent of the glowing bodiesflooding the golden concreteof a Midtown Centered/Business Birthin..."

"Blood clogs the air’s passage, leaflets of time spiral around ravaged, immovable, pillars. We stagger over jagged mounts of ashen sands, seeking an oasis in this desert of infinte sorrow – the lo..."

"i was once told that''jazz is played in a circle of elevenths''-or something like that -and,''improvisation is ingenuity plus sexual frustration'',which in turn is...''ingenuity''.well,whatever the ca..."

"I.“Waddup dawgs”…the greetingreverberates throughout the hollowcurves of my earsplaying upon their percussive center,…..…..po…u…n….dingpo…..undin..g.…pou.ndingpo..unding….poundinging….i..ngp.o.p.o…un…..."

"(played 4/4 with no voice, and, silent orchestration) i. …sinking, thinking, drinking, drowning – FATHER FORGIVE US FOR WE KNOW EXACTLY WHAT WE DO. …bleak, weak, I can’t speak a word.     tired of n..."

"(a.) The genie in a bottle figure dances across my left and right hemispheres of rationality, wiggling and dangling raw meat before my eyes- but i can't taste or touch or even sniff the food s..."

"oscillating in the art-deco modern/retro-modern swivel-based chair,the naked computer screen stares at me, interrogatively.i inject meaning into circumstance’s veins,she curls into a ball.curving her ..."

"wearied...she stumbles,singing garbled theoriesof theodicy to herself -'crazy,crazy,i was crazy for you,but you...you were just a dream'.her arid pupils dart across the subway platformseeking applause..."

"you burn my conscience,like the cigarette searing my finger's stem, as i stare into heaven.forgive me...i beg you. Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 03:58 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10"

"Fourteen lines are singing, the blurred perceptions are ringing; you crush me for disobedience. You melt over my crusting mind scourging my back, staining my time, punishing me with...fourteen lines..."

"atomically constructed,fearfulof our components(at leastwhen corrupted);ourfears have finally erupted.the last adam,our mischievous creation,bites into the forbidden fruit ofthe knowledge of good and ..."

"Twenty five minutes until we're replicated - mixed within a moistened orifice, pushed back out after nine months of fearful incubation. She smiles nervously, praying that ignorance will flesh out;..."

"I watched as poetry was crushed to dust - vanished into Heaven's flaring nostrils. And clouds roared overhead, pompously raining poison upon each guiltless man. Holding shafts that spewed obsidian o..."

"there was a time when i thought blue was just a color, and green just a mockery of blue. but now, they fight against each other and i no longer can differentiate between the two; furling i..."

"She says 'I'll be okay' -and I'll be damned if it be otherwise, but,why...Why the wait?Nine months of swelling and our worldwill explode, and evenDarwinism won't be ableto make sense of such chaos.I w..."

"it's amazing how grace no longer amazes; it only puzzles even the wisest of men, and, women, and, children (hopefully i didn't exclude anyone). 7 days a week i work - even on the Sabbath (Saturday..."

"Can I drift into this collaborationof sidereal dust? On the basis ofgetting to know you better, I stuffTime with novacaine, you smile as I do.You understand whyI wrestle; you love,and I continue to as..."

"Tonight,     you hold me      so      tight      I          gasp for breath.But instead           of wind,      I swallow you;         you circulatethe course of my   spinal cordas I  cling to yours...."

"(I.)Early morning:rebellious quilts,crunchy green mold spreading across my blue-black eyelids.    (II.)Midday:rebellious train doors,their thick, black, substance smears across my tattered clothing. ..."

"i can't understand your lyrical sophistryskillfully woven onto jagged fragments of mount hebron,like the twisted branches of the sun are sewn overunconsciousmorning eyes.honestly...i never really did...."

"where are the colliding scopes through which You are seen? i believe they are lost, somewhere between darwin and moses - as the two use the left and right hemispheres of my fickle brain as a se..."

"you shouldn't cry sweet Jesus - even though your porcelain stitched fingers are torn       a            p                  a                      r                              t from the ..."

"hmmm.......... .............. ................... . . . . . . . .I Actually love Russell's various essays..... im just extremely bored and pointless presently...."

"i missed your call (probably by just half of a nano                           second) ...     yet,   somehow i still feel your words digging into my flesh and smearing my entrails across the ent..."

"They told me that somewhere beyond simplicity you shake your fists and cry because the living are dead             and   the       seeing               remain            blind  .  .  ...."

"My love your eyes are             drier than wood and your voice,             as coarse as nails - wrap your arms around me and hammer your words into my body as I     fixate my existence   ..."

"obsessive compulsive is disorder obsessive compulsive disorder not order obsessive dis-order of obsessiveobsessive obsessing over obsessively disordered obsessivecompulsive compulsion compulsivity com..."

"The Preacher's adroit list of adjectives circle my head and landing on the softest patch of conscience, begin to peck at my brain for any crawling, limber, limb-less opposite. I sit and watch as hi..."

"I washed upon the shore of Existence just yesterday and listened to the sea sing your name. Sweeping stones onto sand, turning land into clodded grains of eternality, you formed life from a cloud ..."

"My bare toes curl into their arches and glide across the linoleum carpeting as I sit staring blankly into the nothingness set before my eyes – an enormous plain of iridescent pixels, forming a snowy s..."

"your words dig into my skull. i feel you chisel me into something i could never make myself – as my kindness reduces to sawdust, and my compassion creates a wooded flatland beneath your feet, your cu..."

"he loved the feel of it, even if it was poignant, pointed, and sucking his clodded blood through its shaft; he loved it all- the  restlessness of insomnia, the spreading of his flesh till it was a..."

"I left the door open so that you didn't have to knock, but you never showed up; I left the water running so that the wounds wouldn't form scabs but you inconsiderately shut the water off; I left yo..."

"c.s. lewis in a bathrobe fondling a pipe, twisting a pen between his teeth reviewing theolgy with kafka - kafka metamorphosizing into an ape, lewis metamorphosizing into a darwinist...pretty pointle..."

"She ate my french-fries, licked her lips, and, stared into the deepest glass of soda ever to exist - abysmal carbonation sizzling at the brim of her glass, caramel colored carcinogens liquified for ma..."

"Sunday morning and its all my fault. It doesn't matter what it is, it's still all my fault. Sunday evening and I wonder whose fault it is; steaming faucet water, bleeding wrists and trembling..."

"kerosine sins swathe our wounds; we all use the word as a touniquet at times to heal us, and ramshackle the gods to our vices like rotting corpses tied to the backs of mourning romans. plea if ..."

"You open your mouths, and Handel's baroque compositions begin to envy your pomposity. Polyphonic addendums accompany your stately pomp - I follow behind, I am your unhandeled beauty; I am your ce..."

"How can i forget you? God is in the silence following your speech, taking notes on your peerless eloquence. Beneath these lights, cylindrical divinity, fallacious hopes, you smile and i feel nothin..."

"grandma sat in the plush recliner as all the piglets gathered 'round her viloet throne, and taught them. the respirator made her story sound even more demanding than the content, as the children sat,..."

"it rests on the clouded glass table-top folded - one corner over the other. mother smiles, her duty is done - the beast is satiated, the sinner is saved, redeemed from his own laziness - she's left hi..."

""Have you read See-mus?" I ask. "Y'ah. He's like an Irish Collins." I'm wishing you would reply. Instead, you correct my neanderthal pronunciation. "Shay/mus" you say. Passively denouncing my atte..."