the resonance

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17 may, 2007 - pt. 1



resonated; between march 27 and may 14, my fear of death, my terror, really, for that sudden uncontrollable change, resonated in my head. the disintegration, the steady descent into empty days, resonated. the inhalation of mind altering substances, the insertion of alien objects into the anal cavity, approaching numbness, white coming out of the white sickening walls, the clarity of my absent madness resonated within me. the slow useless masturbation, devoid of emotion, working the shaft of my penis, 48 days, gone up in smoke; resonated. the oscillation of my thoughts like unworldly ropes, razor sharp, cutting and slicing. images mingling, spreading their disease. resonated, Albert Ayler; where did you go? now after, and still - i'm here, and the cold.

resonated; two new feathers added to the assortment of predecessors - is beauty before me; i draw lines, and they resonate.




pt. 2



was love one of mine? the lawn, now mowed, is there; just a thin layer of green, and then dirt, dirt and dirt. i have phone numbers, i'd like to place a call to the future
-hello, i'm so afraid.
-it's resonating.
-will i ever find the harmonies? can i feed upon them?




pt. 3



you can not save what is lost with things that was lost; you can not come to us - we don't want your kind here anymore - i adapt - no, there's nothing to adapt to; we're like that - two lines - only - just like the letters that you scatter over this - they're resonating; your magic works...




pt. 4


home, in my body.
-did i ever feel home in my body?
waiting, scrambled, disentangled; disembodied like me, and waiting. waiting at the wreck of my body, the fragments; resonating. it's green, it's green. green doesn't do it, start up the machine, light up, and, resonate.



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