displacements
fill me up pork chop
feed me angels and demons
spider webs and petrichor
is it all under control?
do you know what you know?
or what this craving is for?
the last time i listened.
i pass through lifetimes daily
losing games is winning, he said
is it more generous to speak for you
or more truthful to speak for me
caught in the in between
flower flapping pedals reaching wayward
not my responsibility to fly
and yet i’m passing by
frightened by time
looking at my clock again
and wondering why i’m not moving
a lifetime of zeno racing
is like the red queen’s race
what’s the word for it
displaced from within
made from without
dis associating
with what might hurt me in the image
when all we needed is good
old fashioned
luff
i believed in i-language
then i went public and sounded off
like marching orders
for the saints of war
it isn’t supposed to be magic
but it is supposed to be war
dear ego of yours
krishna brought love to the fight
the image struck down
timeless always lasts longer than time
and an image must wiggle
waves are particles too
says the one who counts
flattener of truth
projector of my beaming
gaze is weak when you’re lost
fake deceiving
sheep in a sheep’s wool
hidden from sight
snarling intro
“my name is barry
and this is my growl”
*growls*
applauds all around
groundlessness is something alright
when you weigh in on
the nature of the pound
more virtual than bits
more material than gold
the dollar dollar
onus is on
who
that’s doctor to you