Manifesto

Why should it look like

something

                                                                                    at

                                                                        all

?

Let subjectivity reign with the mind’s expression of beauty, frivolity, pain,

waste                                     (of space, ink, words, thought and matter),

creativity, submission and/or conformity.

The embodiment of self, something to perceive, something expressed.

Let it be spewed,                               (sprayed, or otherwise globbed)

            arranged                                (senselessly, precisely, not at all),

                  incorrect                          (politically, grammatically, shamelessly),

                                and                      (or)

                                     rigid                (unforgiving).

Poetry is communication, 

          from poet to interpreter,

 of ideas                       (concepts, feelings, experiences or mentalities).

.

Poetry is indebted to its creator; although its sentence of servitude is subjective.

Inversely so, the poet is slave to poetry, as each poem is an extension of part of the writer, and we are each indebted to ourselves.

Lerk

Lerk slithers

          she is the air 

                moving through the creases of tight clothing, 

                      flattening and changing shape after you've moved. 

She is the 

      whispers

            across the tiny hairs that cover your eardrums.  

Synonymous with

      cool metal sliding across your skin,  

                 rippling impossibly,  

                             with a smoothness that keeps you still.

Redeem:Salvage:Compensate

Attempt to achieve the redemption of the ignorant.

Intravenously slithering is the cataclysmic longevity of pure ‘civilization’.

Humble the warped, absolute horror of greed

While negotiating consciousness and socialization;

                                                Manage freedom’s authenticity.

                                    Responsibility:Core:Risk

Knowing that subjectivity makes relative every gesture that complicates

the semblance of meaning.

            Take solace in your beliefs

                        they’re the bullets of the wicked tortured souls of the past.

perfection

No slight misconception should throw you off balance.

You’ve created this pretentious utopia on a pedestal.

                   

                                        Rise      on      it.

                             Where are you now?