Revoluting

Revoluting

by fLOT

Coagulating sunshine and blue sky

Melted into my mind

Sentences framing words

Cancelling wanderings

I had scheduled

Little mental developments

Snowballing with gravity

Explaining what we all can see

Suggestions and suggestability

Propose ideas inside of me

I vocalize the floating systems

Allowing and debilitating actions

Concrete in my head developing

Explanations of the edified extrapolations

Fancy words sound good together

Voiding the mindless meandering

Pushing pulling lifting and culling

Ripping open new realms

Tipping over old carts full of cartographers

Mapping the revoluting culture and language

Against the moments we live inside and around

Barely understanding whatever we can

Happy to have that

Happy to have anything

1.31.11

Italics

Italics

We entered into italics

through the font door

bent on any emphasizing of

the unmentioned qualities of

a word inside a context or

text chopped up re-arranged

in a different order

some hop skotch hodge podge

indicating how often

Bill cut-up his words versus

Jack’s essentials of spontaneous prose roses

cutting beauty in

immediate form never nurtured.

The way never changed (much any way)

after the original preconceptions

proved to be remembered

to paper’s posterity permanently.

8.13.oh ate

fLOT

Not That Type Writer

Not That Type Writer

by fLOT 

I’m not that type   writer

Deleting doubts

Selecting emotional sure-shots

More like subjectively celebrating natural selection

Tables hold things and chairs hold people

Ideally, one page feeds at a time

All the while I’m expecting jams

Of traffic, raspberry and paper and

Excepting fish of cats and dogs and

Monks with bowls turned up or down

Permeating skin surface dreaming

Under all the misconceived ideas

I have ever imagined

All inside one dream

Or one day of calamity clamoring through

Then no more calamitous events ever

Only questions without fear of retired retributions with

Crossed purposes and redirected ingredients

Listed one by one because

Nothing is ever one by two or

One by three

I’m sitting standing walking lying

On a rug, like a rug

Cutting said carpet with culinary academics

Chalk it up to cleaned up or corrupted out

If you like misdirection

I am her leader

Clearer and without all the insincere

Without the tears and without the fear

Not tense or insensitive

I’m culminating the year of months like

A sandman makes glass

Sculpturing air into the wind

Putting pine into knots

And turning would be’s into yesses

I’m fulminating right now

Jumping silently writing down how

And if indeed you need to follow

Choose yourself

Empower the hollow feeling

That never burns

By

Sparking the fire

Inside your own belly

I’m not that type   writer

 5.9.ten

Morphing

Morphing 

by fLOT

1.15.11

Morphing

The beginning was slow

After years of stability and continuity

After years of staunch beliefs

Reinforced by stubborn self constantly

Leaving little room for change

Logic isn’t logical

Change isn’t always gradual

Change isn’t always radical

Small factors affect the whole

Starting over again is not an option

Changing direction can be a distraction

Changing directly affects my function

How would you know?

How can you know what changes will do

How one simple change

Will affect another change

Down gravity’s path

Down the pull of time

Down through your entire approach

And I remind myself

Don’t be afraid to change

Don’t be afraid to re-arrange

The furniture you keep

Inside the den of soul’s essence

Add a different kind of wood to the fire

Don’t be afraid to be strange

Don’t be afraid of change

Listen to the winds blow

Filtering through contextual flow

Fly the way the river goes

Don’t be afraid to overflow

To rise above the edge and go

To places you’ve never been before

The river chooses down by the earth’s direction

The water moves over all soft connections

Choosing only by gravity’s seduction

Down the path of least resistance

Feeling the pull of endless time

I guess it finishes fast and strange

Reminding myself again this time

Don’t be afraid of change

~~~~~

fLOT