Colorless Green Ideas

Why don't the sequence indices count the terms? We are all , in the end Food for worms So let's begin one and one and two and three and five Can you stand up? We are alive You and I Two rabbits on a bright blue ball at the edge of nowhere It's a life inside a shopping mall a nightmare in shades of blue and gray Where we fall by exhaustion Perhaps so hard our core will stop and the the northern lights will go out except for a fleeting glimpse The dark water will flow into my lungs at the center of the ocean my hands going numb icy cold You and I float into the Marianas Trench Frozen Like liquid nitrogen We play bridge with Cthulhu And one day the prophecy will come true a distant ship's smoke on the horizon will shatter us into diamonds And the film of our lives will careen off the edge of a california road and explode

I am fat and diseased the ravages of age have brought me to my knees When I pass you will have my password Put a smart code on my grave and buy an eternal domain Store a few images of me when I looked like a man When at last I rest you will have my smart code Gather the pictures while you may gather the songs and keep them gather the mp3's for years and years and then one by one open up your iphone and let them go Loosen your tether and let them go

Life is ridiculous far too short fraught with pain It follows a glowing arc across the sky We find someone we can love someone who gives us hope but inevitably they destroy anything we hold sacred Still we pray Still we hold close The fragments of their smile their happiness as proof we can be light in dark You me, and the viral that is killed by sleep just one more hour No matter how ridiculous Homework is always worse and if you do it There will be for you and me Days of gold So I keep a sense of humor It's something that fights illusion And even still with all the years I think of you And so it goes.

I've been going to a Mormon church for nearly a year now. I've thought carefully about religion for quite some time. I thought it might be fun to write here, what I believe. I'm hoping I can write this in a way that invites dialogue and welcomes the skeptic. We'll start with the basics. I believe in a universal creator, in some revelation of his will. I also believe in the immortality of the soul. This is the underpinning of everything else. And it's something that helps me to write out the rest of the details. We start with God. That said, God is something that needs to be talked about very, very carefully. To have some invisible person to blame everything on - is dangerous to hearts and minds. Many who will loudly proclaim they are Godly - are the first to try to pin this universal creator into the form of a demigod that handles things like parking spaces, and court judgements. My early faith was strongly influenced by a rabbi who taught me not to pray ...

So many different things can be left undone by the body the soul the heart the mind So many things can be sent into the world unformed the glazed obsequious leer the half finished beer a face kept in a jar by the door the nettles that sting the claws the catch glowing red eyes a partisan debate What of us, Julia? Our essence? Our love? Passive aggression? Hate? Julia Have you seen my new tattoo? It's Rotation independent Easily readable by smartphone upside or down I pray the king can see this, without his glasses on. Julia Tell me of your father Who once lived on Earth Julia Tell me of the chicken Tell me of the egg Which comes first She says. The egg. It was implanted in the cold center of cometfall burning the sky It fell to the ground and survived in the center of the fire Glowing So we warm our hands Like Frederic the Mouse Leo Lionni and then I get the bright idea That comes from my partly failed career in the boy ...

If I am the Answer What is the question? Where are the wild things? Are they free from sin? Is God a gentleman? Does he live without, or within? Or a galaxy? If I am the Answer What was the question? Did it have the prosody and rhythm of voices singing with freedom as if pouring into the universe all the consciousness of being? If I am the Answer What is going to be the question? Will the galaxies dance in time to the newfound pattern of rhyme that unfolds in lolspeak and the super sad love story of a playschool messiah on sixth grade construction paper bent and folded into nothingness and swallowed at just the moment the spy is caught and forced to hand over the document But instead bites the poison pill and disappears by force of will And takes with him the unborn Of the sixth or seventh generation like a red light on a telephone Maybe the question was Do you have any feelings? At all? Or are you just Happy to turn on the television ...

I am not the same a part of me is gone A right has turned wrong Pain tells me where it hurts but feeling nothing is the domain of scars that will never heal There is something that breaks within me Something not made of skin and bone Something that can be broken Something that isn't gone it dies screaming torn apart From nothing Ex nihilo nihil fit We sunbathe in the light of a black sky The sky glows everything crashing inward tracing across the upper atmosphere We cry in the rain We drown our fear Something breaks I can feel Love Or Hate You are My girlfriend in a coma My one The virgin mary Sees you like I see Like a rosary each bead a wrecking ball I lay down by your side we share a beach blanket under a black hole sun I look into your dead eyes and feel my own life fade Life that exists through death and death that exists in life building up inside for I don't know how long cloud based I don't know why but I...