steve dalachinsky

a Rupture in the Rapture


1.
sound / formed > in all moveme(a)nt
related to: body emptying freed {from}
[assigned feature]
a(l)li(g)ne(d)rawn / comp / en
sational
here it’s h(e)aven balanced & blanched
shadow’s trajectory / semi- cir
-cular oratory of its brokenness
again this concept of balance comes to mind
to remind cloth bound to steel earthboundness
muted sonics of a coming storm / air popping like
champagne cork
we left the caves
with theses markings
carried in our hands (like metal feathers)
to be placed alongside the hissing heart(h)
- a template for a dynasty of spongers &
muff-divers.

2.

born out of moments of histories
rewritten
cross-legged wanderers
mangled & untangled transmitters
only to be tangled
again
what we remember & discuss all these long nites
while you sleep & i turn in my grave of a bed
unable to console my narrow-slung makeshifts

i dine nasty on mine own brains
a dash of salt
a dish of drib
a dense diet to say the least
the corner of the canvas
baring a badly damaged dark area
my hands roughly sketched in
& mistakenly uncovered at a much later date
where is AHMAYAHA when i need it most?

3.
i used to think all X’s were calouse, cold &
calculating
but now i know better
4 or 5 X’s you desserted my senses
no really. it was more like uncountable cum-
ulative bits of memory loss –
(there’s a rupture in the rapture( an in-
satiable succession of near mrs. (sp?(
hand/eye co-ordination is a myth / a mythess
thumb Accent

the end is a ladder that can’t be climbed (well not upward anyway!)
wrap yourself in the lines of missed that shroud
the mountain/s
the cave’s as good a place as any to feel unsafe!

written 1/11/09 at loft of A.K. @ a private concert & 1/17/09 @ home








the zoo


bones of trees
bird asks why this crooked sky
"Y"is a cracked letter
chiiirrrpppp chirpppin the miles
here days spent in sweet static
writ backwards as eybdoog as far as life goes
within a moment's smile
missed what was never explained
gone @ sunset everytimes
the stakes raised in the wild
)pent emotions scatt[er]ed
& agains as hrs relived
forgottens ravined
long agos farewelled
& died of life.

listening to sheila jordan & steve kuhn @ the stone 1/0