Anthony DiMichele, 5 february 2012
I will take the path
to the white light
inside the bearded cottage
of joyful noise
Anthony DiMichele, 22 december 2011
In the beginning
it makes your hands glow
coldsnap's whipcrack
cranked up drumfire
gliding on air
blowing trumpets of ice
orange poppies spray out of rock
fishes fly out of the sound like a jail break
our voices
together at last
singing: this must be the end of the world
while the light
at once in all
struck through our bodies
History's absurdities
we called off the past
whistling through smoke from behind our
numb masks
for the everlasting silence
with our livid night blue sleep on earth
longing for life emergencies
in a carnal embrace
we were becoming
the furious planet
the exiles
the rainbow
all the prisons dissolved in our minds
we dreamed we were freed from time
laughing
praising
a necklace of rain
the haunted violin
*
Anthony DiMichele, 20 december 2011
I would not be surprized
if a fractional percent
of people with depression
are clinically depressed
the rest of us know better
it is a process of clarification
unavoidable world
the absurdity
the compromise
the conditioning
tooth and claw
in expensive threads
the unattainable surrender
to love
and dental records
*
I picketted our wedding
I protested our predictable
future
that routine that would steal the day
away from us
*
the first trick
is to love without loving
to not desire
what isn't there
or what is
which never lasts
*
I imagine my plurality
the finest moments I live
are alone in the weather
with animals and trees
we are out there all of us
alone
momentarily relieved
*
man is not wolf to man
man is man to man
wolves treat each other
much better
*
I love you too much to wish
myself on you
and vice versa
*
hanging on by a thread
is what spiders do
not people
people panic or grow desperate
in the chains they make
*
we tell ourselves we'll blow our
brains out
or do it in a more delicate manner
after payday
*
killing is killing
ritual or not
training or not
if you can kill yourself
you must have killed already
again and again
while making your plans
if only it were legal
like poverty
like a right you were born with
*
many people explained me to myself
I bought their books
and read them
it became a pasttime
*
even my anger is half baked
it strives for wrath
but is ultimately faked
*
to say it doesn't matter
about any or all human events
is to be situated far from apathy
*
Anthony DiMichele, 20 december 2011
there is something missing in our wisdom
and you were born
to find it
*
we are lived more than we live
*
how do you die?
how do I die?
it seems to me that the spirit
of vitality
determines that
not the body
and they rarely if ever agree
*
individuals become sociopaths
when indoctrinated by a culture
of narcissism
*
is belonging to a group
wearing an identity in common
the greatest human weakness?
*
everytime I see a solitary leafless tree
I feel as though I am looking into a mirror
*
remember: silence is the fence
around wisdom
as often as it shelters lies
*
people who live for the poetry
regardless of circumstances
verify the existence
of what is both essential
and unspeakable
*
I remember remembering
it was always enlightening
and devastating
something beyond consciousness
survives
without you
through you
it remembers you
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