The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Bite the Hand that Feeds

BITE THE HAND
THAT FEEDS
BECOME
THE HANDS THAT FEEDS

behold new light a 
Transfixing prism
Art thou too
Without thine yarbles
Come then thy pithy
Eunuch thou
That thou that been made castrated 
By the abundance of life's full cruelty
That ye would not act with will but instead
Lay hovellous with no power

For at least with lair there bust be
Creating
Sexual mingling of ideas within
That I birth as art
I mother
I father
I eternal child in awe of the universe and scope
Humbled by the leading trail
Of my own disorder
Humbled by my own
Confusion
But not yet without my yarbles

COME THEN THY JELLY GROIN ADVERSITY
I INSULT YOU
I BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS
LET US SEE THY BEATING BREAST OF RYTHYM TO REALITY
LET US SEE THY LITHE TREAD
LET US SEE IF YOUR SEXLESS HEARTH
CAN YET RAISE
A FETCHING DUEL


Thursday, October 31, 2019

Golems

Heavy Feather

Heavy feather
Breathe togther

Lightest weight of clearest sight
Antique hands of wrangled plans
Your hands are yours 
From long before
Inherit unique
Human trait

Heavy feather breathe togther
Mossen heather mingled measure
Mountain fountain distant sound
Heavy feather never sever
Earthly mystery and pleasure

Thank your breath for being felt
Svelt seat of ease retreat
You are yourself you're no one else
You are a seat of human sight
You are seat of living flight
You are a seat of universal home
Heavy feather never lone

Heavy feather breathe togther

Our lives are but a heavy feather
Breathe apart and breathe togther

Sensual senses let down your defenses
The earth is fair let go your care
Silver thighs for easy eyes
Breathe your breath come ease your breasts

vision of parrot bearing golden fish

Parrot bearing golden fish
That speaks:

"The several swarming 
tested heated arguments combine 
to gift themselves, courage
(Crucible forged as they were)
A useless word to look for
To know your fear but place it aside
Like the rivers and oceans the o'look the tide
That waxes and wanes
And among all these sundered planes
A striding stair we stand apon
An between we cavalier unevenly
Reaching out a tender hand to an unfeeling cosmos
Like a portrait painted on a chapel cistene 
Like a living world rendered unseen
Like a field of grass always more green
Like a loving conquest of leaving alone
Chase and unspent of it's own immortal repent
To take only the sight of what you've seen
And let be what is 
Unbesmirched
Let not the very thing you cherish
Be tainted by your own looking for it
And perhaps at it
Be confident while you live
Do not allow yourself dissemble
Before you life has even left

My favorite thing about dictators
Is the way they always die, behold
The world disposes of its own evil."

The vision ends

Porcelain Goblins

cool entreaty

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Journeys (I)

Journeys (I): 

Here's a cavalcade of staid
Laid back harried 
Swooping swerving herds
Buffalish Kahnian marsupial guides
Over hills and dales 
In flowing rivers of beasts 
There's an easy lift that exists
To permit a select few a view
Of their own troublesome slew

An escalator that climbs higher 
Placed strange to live in this
There's a bright white light 
That fights with night in the sky 

And the star that glows 
Also charrs your bare arms
The red earth and the rocky expanse
Have no care of what lingers here

Slather your self with soothing balm 
That keeps you safe from harm 
As the circling birds 
Call down to you with words 
That you can't understand