Beatnik Sermon

You see that leaf, man?
That dog, that tennis ball
that piece of asphalt?
All the same yet all different!
That's holy! Holy is the curb
and my tennis shoe. Holy is every
eyelash and every flake of skin. Holy
is the sick wan light of the supermarket
and that old woman thumping
the melons two for one. Holy is
the surprise in the crackerjack box. Holy
is that baseball and the thrum of the sea.
Holy the shark's tooth and the wound.
Holy the black hole and the supernova.
Holy the infinite banged out
expansion of our universe which will
someday recollect into the cosmic
cannonball of each and every thing
only to explode again. Holy is
the ten million-named God-Matter
which is us and not us and everything
else simultaneously. Amen.

One Every 24 #48

A Means to an End

An endless suburb of concentration camps

Eviscerating ghost limb souls thrown to

The snap-jawed dog meat slaves crouched beneath

An electric chair assembly line powering more than

Enough atom bombs to vaporize the baby flesh from

The painted geisha faces of our misapprehension.

By this I mean I am here in my yard frozen

Over the bowl of sunflower seeds I'm setting out

For a squirrel who's somehow lost a leg while I see

Our screed of rationales drool from a severed head held

Aloft by the hair. When this film slaps free of its reel

An idea, picked vulture clean, remains: too much

Of what we’ve wrought begins with our wanting

Some living thing dead because someone believes

A given end justifies any means.

Addiction

A remix film about obsession and connection in the age of social media. More experimental films can be found here.

One Every 24 #47

Anecdote Hinting at a Recurring Fear

When he told B. B. it was terminal

The doctor likened the disease’s spread

To weeds taking over a lawn.

It’s impossible to get them all, he concluded.

What bullshit, B.B. thought at the whole idea of being

Shut off at the height of twenty-six

That a lawn survives with care in spite of weeds

And a goddamn doctor can’t even kill me

With an accurate analogy.

Radial Possibilities of Luminous Foreground Layered upon Incomplete Negative Space

This is not a Metaphor for the Relationship between Divine Intervention and Mass Comsumption

One Every 24 #46

Divination (Hepatoscopy)

You were not the lucky one
hopping through days
beneath the hunter's lazy eye
drawn askance, aimless.

Unfanged, your off head, delicate
ears, liver gnawed in the shade
as the cat read its own meaning
in your unwound guts splayed over

blood spotted stones. One future
do I see told in these remains:
we will battle with charmed feet
licked clean of their saving grace.