A MAN DRIVES ALONG THE PACIFIC COAST IN THE RAIN WITHOUT THE USE OF THE VEHICLE’S WINDSHIELD WIPERS UNTIL HE ARRIVES AT THE END OF THE ROAD, HE EXITS THE VEHICLE AND TIMES HIS SPRINT TO THE PACIFIC OCEAN TO CORRESPOND WITH THE CESSATION OF THE DOOR AJAR ALARM.

let us never mutter
I care not for your needs
as this didactic presses forth

A willful pursuit of an escape from this drive
to ride off into the sunset
to eliminate myself from further possibilities
to kill the dream

children of tomorrow hear me
two things I have for thine minds:

- abuse your bodies in all unsupervised circumstances
  no exceptions

- kill all of your dreams
  along the county line road
  between dream and nightmare counties

for all of my dreams are nightmares
looking through the
diaphanous interstices
that they are

allow me to speak of transparency
my younglings

the pursuit of
that which is just beyond

come
sit before me
crossed legged as you have been conditioned

in a moment I will tell you
I am breathless
behind
a conversation
about the elusiveness of artistry

but now
hear my voice crackle this nugget

they are smashing atoms somewhere
today

I am here
drinking tea & educating

somewhere they smash atoms

I ponder now the
need to settle for this my drrrreeeeaaaammmmmm....

awareness strikes thin layers of my skin,
eyelids, nails, and cartilage
that there is
my own equivalent of the Higgs Boson

at times
there is a distance in my work

an impenetrable silk

and you should ask yourselves
my combinations of heads and hearts
what is this intention

could it be that there is nothing
beyond
beyond
I cannot tell you so

I can tell you that
in the west
there are spaces
that are defined
and protected
by unblemished brass knobs

have you seen these

these are thresholds
where all they know
are varying levels of comfort

and to arrive there is
to spend
more time in the sky
than in your arms

I am never able to bring myself
not to be affected

one day my progeny
upon landing in San Francisco
the clouds
will lay down upon
the mountains
as if taking a
late afternoon
nap
they your trustworthy pet
in the
late afternoon sun

though today is in fact one day
it is not the one day
aforementioned

so I will tell you presently of my escape
my retreat
from that alarm
that has already silenced itself

the alarm I sounded for myself
while sleeping with my glasses
on
and my subconscious machinations
fully in focus

focused on those shar pei
mountains
banking north to...

find...
them...
just...
beyond...
the...
water...

in the land of the late game

a decided lack of translucence
can be a translucence itself
I will explain

but first hear this

my hands are
cold
while I write

not always

most times

not always

but mostly this
time

you must first understand
great salience
will not be had
by the likes of me
and you
if you are the
likes of me

it will actually be a wandering
actually, no, a wondering
actually
it will be
all that a canine
growls at in the night

for a true journey
needs an obstruction

a debilitating exhaustion

of landscape
of self
of language

[HIGH DEFINITION VIDEO - 6:35]

2012