the second floor lights illuminate madness
click the slideshow thru the inevitable carousel
point blank -> death shot-thru
relinking the slide to the past/part the red sea
mourning the warm manure back through
unfrightening event/no future to see point
inevitability, nauseatingly discuss seething ruin
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
untitled #4
will it be the days spent with you
rapturously making love;
vulgar hyena-laughter zeroed thereto.
will it be the day spent headthru
ceiling;
ragdolled pose nothingness.
will it be the laying in bed
again counting lie-like sheep;
fornicating jesus of the west speaks no more.
will there be endlike/endtimes—fires
arrive purge dawn through miraculous evening of silence
not heard;
or will it just end, muslin covered evening slopes back toward inevitable powerdown.
rapturously making love;
vulgar hyena-laughter zeroed thereto.
will it be the day spent headthru
ceiling;
ragdolled pose nothingness.
will it be the laying in bed
again counting lie-like sheep;
fornicating jesus of the west speaks no more.
will there be endlike/endtimes—fires
arrive purge dawn through miraculous evening of silence
not heard;
or will it just end, muslin covered evening slopes back toward inevitable powerdown.
Friday, October 10, 2008
hot tin roof
looking out back window
rubbery watching the bag-dressed anorak
to filthy non-boots blown blustery windward
commentary: re: is this thing on;
and as the sweet smelling flesh passed by
thought occurs of the melodious type
sweet symphonic strings play
turns to new day; finality of ancient daysense done
rubbery watching the bag-dressed anorak
to filthy non-boots blown blustery windward
commentary: re: is this thing on;
and as the sweet smelling flesh passed by
thought occurs of the melodious type
sweet symphonic strings play
turns to new day; finality of ancient daysense done
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
epigraph
i have resigned myself
to this
born from nothing
the thought in
that we would eat the fire
bang the keys
'til _______________________
you told me
.... once upon a time ...
back when we had
+ to -
'&yur so smart in so many ways
n stupid at the same time'
&& as in so much
yer right
so this, this is my swan song to you
sweet laughing unicorn of nothin
we sat around the table and thought that you(me)
could make whole that that was took.
unfortunately for us,
most who are felons - conviction ain't occurring
2.
we were born into this empty place ;
bad wom(a)en,
bad m(a)en
we blew a horn - ain't no wall collapsin.
time falls like some sort of cliché broken leaf from withered branch
this nothing is the mantra of 0
and as we lie
lovelessly devoid;
this is not uncommon,
how regular
to this
born from nothing
the thought in
that we would eat the fire
bang the keys
'til _______________________
you told me
.... once upon a time ...
back when we had
+ to -
'&yur so smart in so many ways
n stupid at the same time'
&& as in so much
yer right
so this, this is my swan song to you
sweet laughing unicorn of nothin
we sat around the table and thought that you(me)
could make whole that that was took.
unfortunately for us,
most who are felons - conviction ain't occurring
2.
we were born into this empty place ;
bad wom(a)en,
bad m(a)en
we blew a horn - ain't no wall collapsin.
time falls like some sort of cliché broken leaf from withered branch
this nothing is the mantra of 0
and as we lie
lovelessly devoid;
this is not uncommon,
how regular
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Thatched Roof on a Burning House
incompetent incontinent; poopin & droopin
crawl into garbage bag and make peace with god
crawl into garbage bag and make peace with god
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
guard; en garde
flocks of the famouser of several nearly-flightless birds
dawned suddenly across nearly gunmetal grey sky
preparations begun throughout the night created tense conversation
peppered, liberally cursed
wrath being prime motivating force
blinded pharisees speak toungeish drivel
awaiting the rise of bezerker godhead
...
sliding barge rolls by garbage filled, extant
nichiren riding carp
killed by errant stroke; returns
...
positively jabbering at the sight of scorched sea
screaming fishes
all descended upon - birds to do their damndest
dawned suddenly across nearly gunmetal grey sky
preparations begun throughout the night created tense conversation
peppered, liberally cursed
wrath being prime motivating force
blinded pharisees speak toungeish drivel
awaiting the rise of bezerker godhead
...
sliding barge rolls by garbage filled, extant
nichiren riding carp
killed by errant stroke; returns
...
positively jabbering at the sight of scorched sea
screaming fishes
all descended upon - birds to do their damndest
Friday, June 27, 2008
for eign
iwill probably embarrass
you @ some point
god (our LORD) knows how
we do;
sing a solomonic song
i will never embarrass
you @no point
god (our LORD) knows how
we do;
in the opening i chanted
your names
12 times 12
is a square;
and at the end
concede to patience
fault lined face, open man
this is what we
talk about when
we pray to the LORD
how we do
you @ some point
god (our LORD) knows how
we do;
sing a solomonic song
you @no point
god (our LORD) knows how
we do;
in the opening i chanted
your names
12 times 12
is a square;
and at the end
concede to patience
fault lined face, open man
this is what we
talk about when
we pray to the LORD
how we do
Thursday, June 26, 2008
odious; any particular wednesday
laying sprightly in green-tinged riverside room
sounds of final fisty victory
be perfectly still
be perfectly still
be perfectly still
-
insipid sounds of 1995 radioed throughout cover tossed quadrant
limey painted wall reflects spirally the passing of time and passing out
sloppy requieted accessory
pretty much the same as everytime
sounds of final fisty victory
be perfectly still
be perfectly still
be perfectly still
-
insipid sounds of 1995 radioed throughout cover tossed quadrant
limey painted wall reflects spirally the passing of time and passing out
sloppy requieted accessory
pretty much the same as everytime
Monday, June 23, 2008
not shit well in a month
parsing the decaying matter sprayed from fecal hole (shot in the night through elevatored shotglass)
throwing bones looking for friendly-augured rhythm
automatically associated foe-fiend splits the basis point down the middle, right to the gnarled quick
casting 20sided die does the same
___#2___
and there was a man who once told me
"if the druggin don't kill me, the boozin will"
and as semantical arguments become a past-problem
the more pressing of the now-problem is readily sunshined apparent
throwing bones looking for friendly-augured rhythm
automatically associated foe-fiend splits the basis point down the middle, right to the gnarled quick
casting 20sided die does the same
___#2___
and there was a man who once told me
"if the druggin don't kill me, the boozin will"
and as semantical arguments become a past-problem
the more pressing of the now-problem is readily sunshined apparent
Friday, June 20, 2008
2:53
thunderous heart multiplies
the fancy-sick threaded note-passing
the radiatored flow is non stopping earnestness
this descends into a flash in pan
feral dogs round in cages
i see them slightly baring their teeth
recon failed.
the fancy-sick threaded note-passing
the radiatored flow is non stopping earnestness
this descends into a flash in pan
feral dogs round in cages
i see them slightly baring their teeth
recon failed.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Ring Cycle
#1
glistening bird tumbles through skylighted dawn
specked with shotblood struck from sky
blotted out nightingale song
#2
goat herds look uptoward; trumpets make for acrimonious greeting
circular hand-claptrap sounds the beginning of a new day
steam-set sunrise deifies man
we all awake screaming
#3
that that begins in the night continues to the day
there was finality of circumstance
eventuality of mistake - received telephonically
restaurant door swing aggressively shut
smoking heavily through raspy lungs
#4
unicorns are extinct for a reason.
when i saw you there; misshapen face
what to have final say in things that could not be anymores
came like offtracked train
#5
as if nothing came by the meadow
couch crumpled mess of junky addled liver
mourning 1 - 4
weepily motioned mess of man; lumpen clayform
forgetting tomorrow
glistening bird tumbles through skylighted dawn
specked with shotblood struck from sky
blotted out nightingale song
#2
goat herds look uptoward; trumpets make for acrimonious greeting
circular hand-claptrap sounds the beginning of a new day
steam-set sunrise deifies man
we all awake screaming
#3
that that begins in the night continues to the day
there was finality of circumstance
eventuality of mistake - received telephonically
restaurant door swing aggressively shut
smoking heavily through raspy lungs
#4
unicorns are extinct for a reason.
when i saw you there; misshapen face
what to have final say in things that could not be anymores
came like offtracked train
#5
as if nothing came by the meadow
couch crumpled mess of junky addled liver
mourning 1 - 4
weepily motioned mess of man; lumpen clayform
forgetting tomorrow
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Alternate Field; Pitchshift
the smallest voice heard came across
flattened ether;
packet-less ear&to ear - mouthlessness
disheveled bean spills from languid doorway
toward uncertainty
momentary vortexical eye-path
thunderous gallop toward the boathouse
row the mighty whale; wake behind - slanted V
threshold misaligned;
creaky vertical slit of light
flattened ether;
packet-less ear&to ear - mouthlessness
disheveled bean spills from languid doorway
toward uncertainty
momentary vortexical eye-path
thunderous gallop toward the boathouse
row the mighty whale; wake behind - slanted V
threshold misaligned;
creaky vertical slit of light
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
And on the 7th Day, He Rested: Pale Horse, Pale Rider
the behemoth dried tongue
split the cord wood down the weakest fault line
medicated, there was a shadow of a sudden shock-troop-trauma
whathat played out like slo mo camp counselor teaching woodcraft
as the open mouthed leviathan continued consuming
all of the wooden soldiers stood bleating cries of sudden demise
foul breathed screaming demon tore
through splintery crap
like the motherfucker he is/was
and then silence within the ranks
espirit de corpse was shattered rudely
the fateful playing of the cockadoodle doo brought a state of morning
emptied lot where something once stood brought into
compliance
beating of leathery faced winged terror flapflapflapping through broken heads arms legs torn-so
onward to a golden morn
split the cord wood down the weakest fault line
medicated, there was a shadow of a sudden shock-troop-trauma
whathat played out like slo mo camp counselor teaching woodcraft
as the open mouthed leviathan continued consuming
all of the wooden soldiers stood bleating cries of sudden demise
foul breathed screaming demon tore
through splintery crap
like the motherfucker he is/was
and then silence within the ranks
espirit de corpse was shattered rudely
the fateful playing of the cockadoodle doo brought a state of morning
emptied lot where something once stood brought into
compliance
beating of leathery faced winged terror flapflapflapping through broken heads arms legs torn-so
onward to a golden morn
Saturday, June 07, 2008
the flight to gradient
and on a beech wood fire
tumult turn toward the tom-tom beat
slash-lightening from old background
i play acrostic dancing from square one sunnily
tumult turn toward the tom-tom beat
slash-lightening from old background
i play acrostic dancing from square one sunnily
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
requiem for nothin
type on the knick knack writing machine that spouts lies and
half truths to all around - forgetting words are literally literal literature and we bemoan the moaning that just went through both of our lungs
we dance around the subject of the thing that is or is not and we spread our legs continually - cocks out to the nearest electrified fence so we ride the lightning and we ride the flesh-pole
everything begins to make the least amount of absurd sense and we look at sunspots and discuss the closeness of farness
but when the inevitable question is finally asked by the asker, there turns out to be no answer and this is not what's inevitable
fist fucking frolicking nightmare of a potentiality; sloppy hotness of a wet american summer - let's dance on the beach and forget that we know each other
half truths to all around - forgetting words are literally literal literature and we bemoan the moaning that just went through both of our lungs
we dance around the subject of the thing that is or is not and we spread our legs continually - cocks out to the nearest electrified fence so we ride the lightning and we ride the flesh-pole
everything begins to make the least amount of absurd sense and we look at sunspots and discuss the closeness of farness
but when the inevitable question is finally asked by the asker, there turns out to be no answer and this is not what's inevitable
fist fucking frolicking nightmare of a potentiality; sloppy hotness of a wet american summer - let's dance on the beach and forget that we know each other
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