DeepUndergroundPoetry.coffee (CH1)

Chapter 1  
 
I
 
Strange signs and wonders,  
everywhere in my life, lately.
Real high magic synchronicities,
inspiring a belief in such things.
Just yesterday something of a  
summoned reality arose, merely  
from self manifestation, shit  
like The Secret…
 
Real spooky shit…
 
Like a struck chord of an instrument  
of 3am strangeness.
 
II
 
Tonight, I suppose I was keeping  
an extra distance from potential  
epicenters of light or anything else,
a fierce spirit in the night, somewhere  
on the lost highway of this American  
Dream.
 
Far out in the wastelands of a heat  
lightning, balmy kind of night.
 
The night after the blood moon.
 
Following my walk I surveyed my  
ever evolving: Humble abode.
 
Every day I feel gratitude to the  
point of tears.
 
And when I reach that point, the point  
of tears, it’s like…
 
Everything that could make me cry  
comes into the picture.
 
How many fuckin sorrows do I  
have in my heart.
 
Have in my soul.
 
III
 
Sitting by the window, a tenebrous  
looking glass, covering over my  
covert projects, I listened to the  
dappled sounds of raindrops,  
beginning to fall upon wood,  
plastic, Earth.
 
Darkened Earth.
 
A darkness of treasures.
 
Treasures of darkness, hidden  
riches of secret places.
 
The rain becomes a moment  
of hail.
 
Then a whispering breeze in  
my widow.
 
IV
 
What is it that the void wishes  
to say to me?
 
I turn on my music and dance.
 
I have been dancing a lot lately,
all by my lonely.
 
I was never much of a dancer.
 
Too shy.
 
However, when I lost my first  
love I fuckin danced.
 
So strange.
 
But now, yeah…
 
I get into a groove.
 
It used to be strictly super  
bowl dances but now I will just  
stand and move a bit.
 
Throw in some pop culture  
movements for fun.
 
It’s the magic.
 
It’s transformative.
 
V
 
So now…
 
They’re sayin I lost my:
 
Poetic sanctuary.
 
Not just me…
 
Having all sorts of: Impulses  
of madness, my instant  
reaction was that of needing  
a new sanctuary, not just  
for me, perhaps for others.
 
Then…
 
I thought back to some  
long ago dream.
 
To have a poetry website.
 
This was before I went on a  
computer and before social  
media.
 
This was the dial up era.
 
But yes, I did have that  
dream, but, discovering some
such sites I reconsidered  
the dream, opting to design  
a personal page, long ago,
and participating in the sites  
of others.
 
But now…
 
The signs seem to say: Build it.
 
VI
 
I have no idea how I built that  
site before…
 
I just did it…
 
Moved fast and broke stuff.
 
It was pretty cool, was font  
over northern lights imagery.
 
I did so much different back
then, like, handwritten manuscripts.
 
I decided composing strait  
to digital was more conducive  
to a: Final product look.
 
My handwriting is crazy and  
when typed in can look different  
than the look and structure of  
pieces.
 
I used to be into spacing and  
indents til I saw how difficult  
they are to incorporate into  
self publishing projects or  
posting on websites.
 
You want the effects to have  
ease of application,
dependent upon the medium.
 
VII
 
Like this, very new medium  
of storytelling…
 
Or…
 
Communication in general.
 
A form designed for cell phones.
 
To the achievement of this  
design there are many  
considerations, however,  
it reminds me of type setting  
that old website.
 
In such a process, strange  
aspects of the soul surface.
 
But yes…
 
On a basic level, there is  
the:
 
Two finger expansion to…
 
BLOOP
 
Enlarge the text to more  
comfortably read, while  
not having the general  
format get dis morphed  
like a post natal tattoo  
of a pre natal smiley  
face.
 
Then of course we get  
into other structural  
considerations and  
into the psychological-
intellectual and even  
spiritual.
 
It is a lotta fun to pursue  
such endeavors, constantly  
working to improve, seeing  
new potentials.
 
VIII
 
So I decided to watch a  
youtube video and start  
a poetry site.
 
I thought about what I  
might call it.
 
I had this idea for a dark
web site called:
 
Story Emporium.
 
Figure out a digital art  
form conducive to  
story telling.
 
But what would a good  
name be for a poetry forum.
 
I typed in: DeepUndergroundPoetry.
 
And got: DeepUndergroundPoetry.coffee.
 
Hahaha.
 
Made me think of LDF…
 
I’m looking at: PoetryUnderground.net.
 
Or something like that.
 
Keep a reference to DUP.
 
It all sounds crazy.
 
But I look around at my crazy life
and it makes sense.
 
Like a Guardian of the Poets.
 
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