January 26, 2018

Invocation (Republic)

[clear throat]
Um um
[clear throat, look around]

Center central status
Centered base
Fractured waste
Ventilated substandards when sea level just wont do

Congress congregants coffin candor
Cantilever lasting fever-favored flues
Forget it all forget it all forget

Find your foundation
Feed your foundation

All the numbers are wrong when
All the stars are wrong
Empty your head of stars

Here you go
You can have it

[smash right fist into open left palm]



Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

January 25, 2018

These are stories, not possessions





Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

January 20, 2018

Incantation (Places)

[sketch / draft]

We started with triangles
Forgive the mountains, the oceans, the lees

The valleys are ours and you can have them
The windows are ours, the fountains are ours, the wind is ours

And you are the wind
Sunshine severs space everlasting
Sunshine saves sunshine safe
Sunshine sunshine seven shells shade

[a lot more writing will happen here]

We started together
We were all together

We started together
We were all one

Location:Brinkwood Rd,Baltimore,United States

January 15, 2018

Like That Like That





Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

January 10, 2018

Incantation (Invitation)

I don’t know what the fuck this is for
It’s three circles
It’s twelve stars

It’s an invitation
It’s all the limbs of all the trees waving “hi” as you walk on home
And the waves to the rocks to the shore are “hey there.”
The stars, the wind in the grass, the penitent moon.

In a ditch by the side of the road you feel the turning of the Earth. Put your lips to it.

And in the place behind your teeth is the sun on its endless path around everything true.

In your heart blood moves from one chamber to another and you feel how all of space is growing

Always with you
Its arms around you tighter still




Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States

January 8, 2018

Incantation (Current)

Bags of dirt
Motherfucking bags of motherfucking dirt

Austin, Texas is a sound
And Tejas and Tejas and Tejas

Remember all the birds, Virginia
A bow on the days, a string in the night
A rubberband for your fingers and something more for those ankles

There are stars and we feel them because there are stars

There are open sores and we feel them

There are bent back pages
There are motes in corners
There are trunks and trousers and trowels

There are new days and we feel them

Bags of dirt
Bags of dirt
Bags of dirt

Is it the opposite of what is clear or the thing you can’t resist? This is where you decide.


Location:Glen Allen Dr,Baltimore,United States