tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39472463949377308692024-02-20T11:42:14.702-08:00AXIOM BELL LOUDER THAN LANGUAGEtwenty years of sound, a dryerANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-38322031245356716582008-11-12T09:22:00.001-08:002008-11-12T09:22:28.755-08:00A Dream of ApocalypseHall of mind<br />A strong storm outside the windows<br />Deafening thunder<br />Excitement to vague worry to fear<br />Finally the stone walls crack in half suddenly revealing a thin strip of dark sky<br />Shattered glass<br />The moment I have been waiting forANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-70881591516102108122008-11-12T09:18:00.001-08:002008-11-12T09:18:40.666-08:00A Dream of ApocalypseClimbing the soft wet hill, I glance around to see<br />Thick and cold soap bubbles stick to my gloves<br />Shirtless back trying to avoid the sharp pains of contact<br />Bright white labrotory light<br />Seeing man's ruin with only panic and fearANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-78499581177529344082008-09-14T23:50:00.000-07:002008-09-14T23:51:37.895-07:00UntitledShe finds herself in a verdant field of rabbits and hares. Gray, floppy eared friends. nibbling privately on some discarded carrot stump, one of these blessed bunnies looks up and meets her eyes. she swears that it winks as her just as she wakes up. just another wonderful dream.ANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-32279433044103425932008-01-08T14:30:00.000-08:002008-01-08T14:35:41.618-08:00ALL OVER THE STAIRS INTESTINE WET WITH LIFE UNKNOWN. ENTER JE, LOOKING DOWN AT THE GROUND TO THE BROWN CARPET--WHITE SPECKS. FREEZE. RIGHT HAND EXTENDS OUTWARDS, IN QUESTION. FIRST AND FIFTH FINGER OUTSTRETCHED, REMAINING THREE IN LOOSE FIST. HAND ROTATES CLOCKWISE THEN COUNTERCLOCKWISE, A METHOD OF SENSING ACTIVITY. WITH CLOSE ATTENTION PAID TO THE UNIVERSE OF SOUND, A SHORT STEP IS MADE WITH CARE.ANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-86297148027546963842007-12-17T00:30:00.000-08:002007-12-17T00:32:23.255-08:00Fan FictionSettling on beyond the grave JE laugh to fill a cracking egg<br />Lecture parts taped over, enter John<br />Keen on buffalo bill a darling friend<br />Among the bright red loom marked freely by disaster<br />Life and air shrank down<br />E, A, S, T strongerANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-20651930760600841572007-12-10T13:09:00.000-08:002007-12-10T13:10:50.806-08:00Whispering Anvils in the Wide NightBeing alive in the world posed the biggest problem, a man was wathcing all the while. He looked around and saw your face, black as the night.ANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-11337225068998198542007-12-10T13:06:00.000-08:002007-12-15T17:58:29.131-08:00Sell A Bell, A Breaking LaughLittle problem with the world<br />The rooster wrecked a bleeding ant<br />We can sick on stairs with people sitting underneath<br />Write the block away<br /><br />A bell a black a bleeding man<br />The ball is coming through<br />Hot concrete and little eggs<br /><br />Instead of eyes I have<br />A block of butter<br />A tomato glassANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-11224209621001911602007-11-28T19:31:00.000-08:002007-11-28T19:34:35.850-08:00tress sand all upper joke up in time and fall to all done bit a sick salt punish human life and hall turning soon a breaking classANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-33508136477976219072007-11-28T19:21:00.000-08:002007-12-09T20:43:55.459-08:00all of a suddendanger told a hollow wrist<br />lower back descending<br />all of mass pouring out the cup<br />streets became ours<br /><br />slowly feet are frozen, cracking glass <br />on a skating rink<br />sound of front teeth scratching ice<br /><br />took the plunge <br />feeling pool<br />i am a kingANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-83653561398648306802007-11-12T23:05:00.000-08:002007-11-12T23:10:33.191-08:00A Dream of DeathColdest Night of Winter<br />I am in Homewood Cemetary<br />Everything happened at the same timeANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-14939564366066453232007-11-12T13:49:00.000-08:002007-11-12T13:54:43.711-08:00suddenly seeing telephone frozen cracking with hand<br />plane of white light splitting the universe<br />plane opens into two like a book unknowable contents<br />summer drive arm became animal shocked helpless<br />small back yard dark trees so far removed<br />stuck atop a high platformANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-10128485968794626602007-11-09T18:30:00.000-08:002007-11-09T18:35:38.127-08:00insidemarching on through the gates<br />encountering everything inside<br />enormous torso shaped cave<br />dark red light warm liquid<br />i was filled with everything<br />body slump to the floor<br />fingernails voiding fluid<br />shoulders behind chest ahead<br />warm sun<br />legs are paused no feelingANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-42397002419434985592007-11-08T20:42:00.000-08:002007-11-08T20:45:01.314-08:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">halls of mind<br />intersect black tube<br />through the marble floor<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">call upon the wide night<br />make a fleeting sound<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">sell the walls<br />paint them til they're dry<br />real problem is arising<br />the morning tolled a 4 fold 5<br /></span></span></span></span></span>ANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947246394937730869.post-39941477976248988242007-11-04T14:47:00.000-08:002007-11-04T14:50:12.967-08:00the last time we saw the sky through a window ruined with tar breaking out in deep sweat thinking, "was that arm truly 20 feet long?" was the body laughing repulsively yes.<br /><br />walk around mountain side feet sink through a rock upto inseam breaking time to eat leave a friend behind the moon waiting to new again.ANVIL IVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07681401317220747524noreply@blogger.com0