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TOWARD THE SETTING SUN

Nick Ramliak

........for love, whatever that is.......

I See Eternity I see eternity in all that I do In a mosquito on the wall Every moment which has come before Life’s disguises Baffling Rhymes Reappear Disappear and decompose, dim wittingly into a dormant pool An encyclopedia of nothingness Evasive And in search of a sign

Infinite Decimals Big blast from the past Couldn’t last, fading fast Head in cast Mind solemnly vast Filled with anonymity Go back to solubility

Blue You’re Blue Inside Out, Outside In Upside, Downside Outside Out, Inside In You’re So Blue

Mantra Each day I see A seemingly endless array of clowns On parade All in a hurry to go nowhere, And searching for something that doesn’t exist

Answering Machine Why isn’t anybody listening?

Something Beautiful You are something beautiful I live inside my heart with you Knowing, Unknowing Fulfillment Unbridled Passion Lascivious Angelic Laughter Magenta smile stretching through some lost horizon A Renaissance Portrait You are Something Beautiful

Untitled What’s your Ulterior Motive? Infinite circles Endless possibilities Hope for probability A shady lane of trees in a quiet cul de sac venue Secluded in my mind’s eye Soliloquy of Souls Intertwined in circles with no beginning and no end Chastity, Vanity All tripped up in sanity

PISCES My God you’re so small! You fit right in my mouth You’re sweltering blossom entices my eyes. Your scent fuels my hunger As my lips feast upon your warm soft skin You are my delight Your passion entrenched upon my psyche As I wear your tattoo across my soul

Broken The shattered wings of an eagle lay spread to the west of my heart in the valley of some lost tribe Recollections Things absolved into the thinness of an all consuming piercing in the form of a fine line through being Nothing is what it seems, but everything is as it appears Broken

Shack House I’m trumped Sitting in a shack house Excavated from the evening’s slumber Liquidate myself from the exterior wailing of the still summer night No more sleep Prolonged duration’s of nocturnal existence on bypass Melting moments under a cloud of smoke How much longer? Always the question residing in the corner of an otherwise dead end street in a neighborhood I sometimes go The smoke takes me out far but it never moves Lingering Hanging on Freeze the moment In a state of derangement Leads me to ecstasy Lock the door and throw away the key One moment less

Measuring Extremes One day I’ll be in the wrong place at the wrong time and that will be that Before then I’d really like to be in the right place at the right time just once So far all the places have been the same Just variations on a theme Sedated Lying on a cloud of unknowing Rocking to the ticking of a clock Back and forth, trance-like cradling A litmus test for time Don’t want to sleep today I want to stretch each moment out Like the last sip of fine champagne Or the final thrusts into the silky warm cunt of some bodacious woman Prenatal regression Subconscious dream world Caught within the womb Can’t be reached Trapped inside the cage of mind

Sorry To See You Go There’s a funeral procession in my mind Cut myself on the razor of thought I bleed roses If all of human life began with one cell, That must have been one lonely fucking cell Relationships come And they go When to say enough and when to stop I don’t know… Then again, sometimes I do. Existential nightmare Fade away… They say Even hostages form attachments To their kidnappers

ADJACENT LINES My love has wings Translucent membrane Shift towards infinity No escape Forever after fortnight Hidden messages relay signal Realm beyond doubt Listless sensation Sunken treasure in the warm pools of your eyes Caravan in the sky We hope We dream We die

Mojo No Sho Ho Ho I saw Jim Morrison on my block today Standing there, tired and confused Talking to himself Speaking in tongues Dirty, grubby, bearded old man in leather clad m.c. and crusty blue jeans O’ lizard king how you have befallen with the fortnight And just what did you say to yourself In your divine moment, Mitotes Then you were gone….

FOR WHOMEVER Whose dream this is I do not know I’ve left my dreams far behind Afterthoughts in the rearview mirror Road kill Toward journey’s end Toward the setting sun

Foreign Legion Letting go in a moment’s notice Affirmation Response Contradiction How she let salvation sink into the beyond Iron curtain raised through soul Coughed up lesions of velvet purple Instilled in mind funk Grey matter Postponed memory Instant serenity Have to let you go now Farewell again Farewell, farewell

Recycled I never know what I want until I see it When I know exactly what I want, I never find it Throw it all away and put it back together Alphabetized scramble in social menagerie full of self-depicting characters Labyrinth door wide open Maybe then, FUCK is the greatest word for a species like us Sometimes, though, a kiss is more than a fuck Other times not Sometimes it can be a little When it’s not a lot Wounded lovers still the night With wails of sorrow Whose sounds pitch black We play ourselves out If the thing is right, or if its not Tonight I’ll let you go Rise, fall and be born again Burnt offerings Sacred ashes of some strange enchantment Lost in response as destiny looms Silent victim, hapless thoughts Floating through orbit, Stars shine, All lit up, Somewhere…. Sandalwood burns Moonbeam in flight Red candle Pink heart

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SUNDAY There’s something pretty here Under the covers Were it lays Empty bottles lie around Jesus on a revolving carousel of Jesus’ Aftertones of yesterday Condemned to infinity Thrown into black hole My Capricorn to your cancer Things seen Things shared A place to go Sanctuary Down under night Turned inside out And toward nothingness Silver lining Inside jacket of time No worries

fast-forward beyond all knowing only shadows of doubt line the sidewalk in a procession of what? last minute excursion moving fast forward another de ja vu they keep coming now you know one after another endless cycle circles on end solicitation prophetless renegades lost inside haze of everyday into the other, there goes another one, and another, and another, all in-to a-not-her

mirror, mirror What is this place? Go down deep Under your skin Where you live I’ll hunt you Stalking Infuse demons Enslave souls Righteous prophet Luminous being Reasoning with insanity The life of a slave Chained to wall of regret Blindfolded And fade away

SCREAM Five hundred lovers blend into one Synonymous with time itself Nebulous hole Castrated karma Lies awake All over themselves, the people think, still-life in night With her incantations She blinds me Ulysses screams distant If you can’t understand Maybe you haven’t been born And there Beyond knowing Silence Closed captioning for the damned and blind

NUMBERS numbers keep falling all over themselves ridding away up and down quaint little things they really have a way of keeping you up or making you stay one day, then numbers will fall whose number have you and who has yours number to call or no number at all tall numbers and small days numbered from beginning on end give your number to a friend or in a letter to send just cause or just rhyme then, just when you missed it number unlisted

editorial i love the smell of old books passed from hand to hand you never know where they’ve been in who’s bed or lap on a train or a sedimentary retreat maybe a pervert or pedophile perhaps how can there be so many? twenty-six letters, let me count them over abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz yes twenty-six, still the same think of all the combinations, all those combinations out there all except mine of course i’m always one taco short of a combination platter that’s always the story one lousy fuckin’ taco that some chihuahua ran off with and got diarrhea i don’t even eat meat if i did i’d eat u hole like some lost tribesman is all this pedantic ranting or screams for help… i wonder some pis- poor soul somewhere seeking discharge volumes of dostoyevskys roam the night amok tens of thousands all on retreat if only i could round them up i could invade some dark continent yes, even now as i sit here typing away with one finger… but its useless of course i haven’t gotten off for weeks how d’you get OFF? punctuate your response whoever you may be with a book? a picture? do you scream?

or do you find momentary ecstasy in the fleeting moments of the morning cup of coffee served up to you the faceless mass of herd wandering mindlessly on to the slaughter at cattle call all groomed out in various appropriate uniforms be creative now, i’m warning you this is important! i need to know i’m not the inquirer but simply an entrusted servant of the public already up past my bedtime (my insomnia has given way to delusions) recording away will it be war or peace love or hate rejection or ejaculation what do you say? send all responses to tomorrow’s edition

INTERSECTION Inside the interrogation chamber Rattlesnake in soul Psychedelic rodeo inushego Through mushroom sky Of opaque Florescent spectrum And she all lit up High mountain sunrise Awakens me Her face set in stone I spy an eye in the sky Two stars collide Against one another they collapse A nova they form On her feet She died And I am left to second guess myself

VOID ME As I write this these words float into orbit conjagulated lines ripple through filters and crumble away the vast solemnity of true wisdom better left for dead Keep trying to live someone else’s formula for existence Forgotten memory Distant relic Promises lost or long broken Out of synch out of faith out of mind out of beauty out of touch out of light out of air Absinth sky Submerged under Your vision said the medicine man, But be careful Spies are everywhere Even if I could spell it out i’d rather not Place my thoughts and memories on display in a local museum

ABEL GARCIA Can it be?! I see you in Europe Constellations afar In France and Florence Through Spain Walking amok Flowing in all directions How distant your spirit, And transparent your modus apparatus All wound up And into oblivion Beyond abyss Going Going Gone

Isolation Booth Are you afraid to be alone? To be beside yourself To face your thoughts Or stand at the perimeter of some dark bottomless ocean, out of sight Can you speak? How fast time goes When last we tango under dark skies Black was your cunning White was your plight Even your own guardian angel gave way to another’s vice Then came forever after, what did you care, When you came upon And ran over yourself Did you believe in your moment?

GO FOR A RIDE I was on a real zen interlude All ready for realization Utter penetration from inside She moved like a fish removed from water Then I drifted Intoxicated Silhouettes, Of moments spent And time shared Latex bedtime story Spiraling evermore Burnt ashes Downward fall I find myself estranged Then... Somewhere, deep inside There stood a child, Delusional And alone in the night

stray bullet Backward running waterfall Flow my tears A map they chart Endless recoil Damsel in dismay Further moving farheruniverse Distant on end Supreme unknown Remove yourself Smile dripping blood red Vanish through a crack We slip between the waves

Suspension of Disbelief How I wish As I watch from afar Sapphire set in night Equilibrium squeezed Inside ether bath Helix and dispensation Romanesque statue Hermetic lady Wish myself away Seasons subside Fulfill another Myself and me alone I my self I reach into nothingness And you cascade everywhere around me Engulfed intrigue Terrorist inside Me myself and i

Tremble I don’t know what I am dementia has infected reflex signal down beamed from nowhere How can all this be? I wonder... Lifeless, fake dream Breath touches my shoulder Inside book of mirrors Succubus ...and i still... Silent bells Misplaced interval Echoplexic insomnia Served through syringe inserted into non-opening all backward moving black hole through the frontline I search this place and hide

DISPOSABLE SOCIETY How did you go down? A hero and a conqueror, Or a lonely obscure.... Numbers in a ticker tape Of spiritless entities Trap you down If I could only reach the sun A remnant on a conveyer belt Shifting through sands of time Holy relic Downward plight

AMNESIA I don’t remember Actually, it’s my goal to remember nothing I work at it A little everyday Preset for reincarnation To be cleansed away Today, everyday With no yesterday Hard drive erased Utter cosmic dumbfoundedness One lonely planet Pointlessly spinning ‘round Destination unknown Like marbles on the break Some divine force Shot a load And there it was Creation

BABBLE I am sitting here psychoanalyzing myself again Behind the bar Passageway open You know When you’ve made the wrong decision But go ahead and do it anyway Incomplete summary, data emitted Incomplete Incomplete Incomplete

ISLANDS romantic warrior come all over yourself come as the air come as the ocean come in the night distant land twice removed find enchantment into void over another ...and another she beckons cruel mistress tempest in eye of storm comes over like hurricane hallucinogenic and blind lucid madness last night last semblance last day on earth

FORM AND ANALYSIS Lithograph See in daze and hues of rainbows floating away toward the ocean where spirits glide over incandescent lines intersecting at angles of luminous vision recaptured destiny my mistress lays before me

How Many More Times You’re just insane That’s how beautiful you are, You’re so beautiful you’re a freak Your love song, My epitaph Poem without words Unseen omens prophesize When we reassemble Next time, Will you.... or Is love just a cheap whore that comes and goes as she pleases with no timetable and no agenda What’s left then? When circles unravel Abstract collage That knows no canvas

IF ONLY Venus burns Nipples so bright Erect statue Illicit dreams Haunted vault ...how she flows Through solstice And inner charter Onward flight I was born on fire Consumed in flame Testimony In hands of prosecution Witness to madness A statue soiled in time In the eyes of the world Fill my chalice With your tears ...then came the rain

South of the Border sometimes i feel like a black and white postcard no real origin unknown beyond your wildest dreams there she lies yo la tengo and away we go

ACID RAIN What’s killing you? Is it life? or something else someone perhaps maybe an infantile scream high piercing decibels audible only through time and space alone Flipside of an ill begotten coin Radiant texture All sanitized Cannibalized And rolled into one

HUH?! Who are you people anyway?

SELF-SABOTAGE Another wasted day Couldn’t live in the moment again Dope fiends spend their entire lives trying to relive that one quintessential high Maslow calls it peak experience Maximum threshold Real extreme Lost forever When I was a kid I used to laugh at the old people All dried up Rotting away with time Soon enough for all eternity And there-ever-after You can only hope they fucked the shit out of life Amen But that’s usually not the case When I was a kid I’d cut school and Throw rocks at passing busses (Old folks do their bidding during the early hours of morning through mid-afternoon) Vampires of day Now I throw as much good karma around as possible And maybe, just maybe Someday I’ll be an old fart too Yup, that’s me Mr. congeniality Somewhere... people freak cities burn ...islands in sky How do you see yourself? I see myself eternal