You know the feeling when you sip tea + feel yourself falling through the floor, pummeling into the center of the earth w/out the aid of a spoon, out the south end + keep going? This is that.

DOM muse - Choirs of Shadow Flying by Violent Eclipse 

(this will not transfer correctly? run-on? Know a choka is 5/7, 5/7, 5/7... ending with another 7 syllables.) 

Choka #38

Bumped off of the plank

Into the deepest of depths

A perfect swan dive

Through the blackest of wonder

If a god’s in sight

An awing is not offered

Brave the brief transit

Powered by failing flashlight

White winging singing

Shadows on their high horses

Their drone of not here

Simply the orchestra’s wind

Section tuning up 

Sounding like birds answering

Each other with riffs

Reading their mumbling lips   

Don’t look in our eyes

And you will not discover

Their look of distrust

Turning heads as comets will

Then elegantly

Trail the sharp icy crystals

Of being stood up

It is the best they can do

Light bright marquee crawls 

Across all human foreheads

Blatantly announce

Has Need to Get out Much More

With limp broken wings

I see the loathsome shadow

Dark is the hangman

He’s fumbling with the noose

Know that Surrender

Leads away from obvious

A powerful tool

For the love of your life call

And I kid you not

666-666-6

Recognizable 

… 

His left hand will be hidden

And his face will be bowed low

10 glass houses + 20 stones / 10th daughter of memory muse

(another uncontrolled printing of a choka is 5/7, 5/7, 5/7... ending with another 7 syllables.)

choka #17

O me to be trapped

Forever on the outside

to circle trying

To understand a/way in

But glass is solid

To name a hard nothingness

Without a crack or

Muntin of a meeting place

And so to recoil

Into my own hush-hush prism

Of well defined space

Figuring the alien

Out there circling

The glass bowl of a sharp eye

W/in an/other eye 

Creepy but now contented

Strange but for contents

You’ll know when the light is on

Remember there’s no

Way hiding the obvious

Though safe from weather

Except from the winds of change

— Of normality

And the winds of cunning words  

Does all of this count?

Is this place indeed soundproof?

If i can’t hear them, 

Are they allowed to hear me?

And etcetera

i can see i can see through, 

i can see stones lined

Up like gray broken teeth.

Standing in a row

Announcing just quietly

That someone has gone

Down beneath to stain that spot

If you cant see me

You aren’t here you are there. 

Eyes clear and open

Though imbedded w/ mem/ries

Streaking the one good

Decent enjoyable view

Unless reminded

Why the need to think about

The day after now

And the yesterday prior?

The glass and stone meet + play,

Who will always win the game?

choka #9

Contemplative mind

Moment in time is magic

Highlands are between

The yearning + the learning

This will conjure up

An episode of kinda

Full of excuses

W/ emphasis on humane     

Attentive devout

Life is an algorithm

Warrior cloud heads east

History of logic is  

Full of dramatic

Episodes of eureka

That will lend credence

Well this is nothing like that  

Gathering feathers

Needing somewhere to place them

Currently commune

Words are not my first language

Compassion near by

Obvious not yours either

Plateau in the clouds

Ends unexpectedly soon.

If we cant escape our fears,

What then, will they do to us?

(i'm positive this will not print correctly. It will be run-on. Which is okay w/ me. But know a choka is 5/7, 5/7, 5/7... ending with another 7 syllables. Just figure it out.)

 An open mouth bleeds

Trick/ling down from branch to branch

Drumming out all time

The pale blue cloth turns deep plum

Blank shape, sanguine edged

Outline where a hand removed

From a white stomach

Still clutches a maché boat

Just as very well

Bleached fabric smells as though

It will explode any moment

&

One cannot bleed forever

jahh / When Sword Swallowing does not Impress -codex