Thursday, January 21, 2016
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
I could go in there and lie down
i could go in there and lie down
but what if i couldn't sleep and
tossed and turned while listnin'
to my heart pound, early alarm
even dark roads in the morning
can be stop and go but there's a
system with the regulars, they
cooperate and weave in tandem
so it's on me to get t'bed in time
to have enough sleep to honor
the identical sacrifices of fellow
drivers & their unknown burdens
Ted
"I'll play along, Jan."
Monday, January 18, 2016
A messy beauty
Once the implants and tissue response protocols had been administered
i was just a messy beauty, not yet molded to the new situation in the skies
Dame or beast was chintz or polished cotton at that time-- same diff,
free to spend time speaking of dead people who'd spoken of others dead
Able indeed to choose conversation over pecking out a cliff hanger's liver;
i could still fit a double strand of pearls and lounging poncho-- no scaly fin
Now again i'm prettiest when naked, skin more a padded exoskeleton
aerodynamic and not at all sloppy unfurling tongue on the unsuspecting
by Missy
"I don't miss anyone, but then I'm not anyone."
Sunday, January 17, 2016
S is a graceful kneeler
A straddles the horizon with folded arms
Q is an attempt to taste with the tongue tip
R is a toe test or brazen flaunting of shoe
P a self-referential gun to head
O what we use to explain everything
T is permanently in stocks
M has a tiny spider's head at its point
S is a graceful kneeler
K's fly spread eagle
Love, Missy
MPS Clinic Schoolroom, Highchank
Labels:
K's
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
rich fabrics everywhere as in linens
as i dip into sleep cross-legged sitting and neck giving way on one side i see sharp
visions, rich linens, fabrics and stitches without need of seeking further background
Thursday, January 7, 2016
RECAP: i've already worked it out on the dance floor
poison arrow
desert claw for water
rappelling
surf's up in a vortex
James Brown slide-lunge & mod contraction
eyeware stem in corner of the mouth stroll
hitchhiker shake
literal hip hop
slippy sliding on ice and/or broken glass
smack-and-sway fist hip
stir the pot
heavy burden shoulder rope drag
pulling a lifeline endlessly toward you
knee bend reaching fingers far behind you left, right
stripper overhead forearm swivel at the elbow
back-against-wall dip
ball shuffle change SLAM (into wall) repeat
shimmy in place with penguin go-go fists
Patty Duke wrist flap foot hop change hop
pogo pero como lo de isadora dun-can
hair-sweat fling lunges
Twiggy hands opening to-sky awakening knee bend
hypnotic National Geographic chinny boob-cup bead hop
soul backup stepping
acid hippy freakout trip birthing from universe
erotic struggle behind, with and against invisible bars
handcuffed vertical worm-like writhing
faux Thai hand-finger ocean waves
fingertip popcorn pop get down
heated hammer go-go
shoulder-to-knuckle full-swing go-go race riot
pirouettes in a mosh pit while spiked partner guards
one-handed cocktail Ipanema shuffle twist
that with no drink punching left right at the waist swivel
driving and anything else
seeking, seeking everywhere with hand over brow
hip rock left right back front back left front right
doing anything while doing that
slippery surface endless fall with a smoke in lips
hair tearing, eye gouge, reaching at heavens bop
natural gyroscope
Afro-diaphragm knee pull trance to drums
lounge lizard slow shoe cigarette mash
anything else you can do at the same time
standing and hugging self, appear as two from behind
squirm doing that
inflated tutu on the open sea arms ankle pump
that to any music with harp in it
shopping bag at feet slow coat slide down the back
whip the effing floor with the B-ass coat, whip
stomp dance around not on coat
low-spinning coat-as-cape thigh pump
gravity-defying slo-mo rock poses
and marching out of a muddy swamp backwards
hard shaking hips, throwing out trash behind left, right
and looking L/R neck pop with hair strung across face
Jan Jansdadd
Jan'z Danztudio
Oslo
P test
P test's been high
thunder a comin'
finger to wind
long, fat shadow
crest of evening
neck is pounding
by Mike
"Never look back, Hoolie."
Monday, January 4, 2016
Newfangled
They're not actual headaches.
They're like emotional migraines.
When the two fiery planes of
opposing globes overlap as in
a Venn diagram,
friends and work, say
or home and school
hair and financial security
they may tickle the protruding
node of an amygdala and you
might not be able to operate the
newfangled back exit of a bus
by Missy
"While I'm human."
Friday, January 1, 2016
Couch surfer
They idolize my independence by
sending me on along my way
I feel the rush of being as soon as
the reasoning's explained as to why
I feel the rush of blending into the
blur of comings and going through
peoples places, poems that are just
daily household waste instead of
Running, I lay, exist in a kitchen
already evacuated by officials,
nobody special, only the keeper
of a world no one else is living in
Hoolie
"This is the future I've life-scripted."
Saturday, December 26, 2015
phone water
She wrote some lines entitled phone water
about her last thoughts before going to bed
But it occurred to her as well that in the
scheme overall some consciences should
be shot, these angels who are devils on
shoulders, some little voices who are not
psychotic, maybe even well-intentioned.
Labeling and dismissing raw stupefaction,
morbid ideation and petty recontainments
help a girl more than an old god's whisper.
Phyllis (embedded)
Early notes on Missy, Daughter of Peg
For: Sports N' Sex Crimes Bugle
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Like ISIL or the Taliban
seek to destroy monuments
to your past so that I may
fill sorrow with regulation.
Labels:
sun holes
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Retardo
I'm a successful file transaction completer.
I'm a successful deleter.
I'm a successful payment maker.
I'm a successful pee and shit producer.
I'm a successful consumater.
I'm a successful creator.
I'm a successful waiter.
I'm a successful receiver.
Ritardo Cretin
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
AND gate
When you were explaining to me what AND gates did
I thought about what it would be like to find one's self
In the lowest rung of the production line and personally
Make the simple and fewest everyday true/false choices
Like those gates about whom no one any longer has to
worry, which are programmed automatically by other
programs without the need for manual behavior coding
there are now, too, fewer issues with firing and timing
Jan Jansdaad
"This is about software coding, dad. Love, Jan, Jan, 1992"
Friday, December 4, 2015
Monday, November 30, 2015
Go down bounce back
whom among the dead would
have him just as dead or dying
? as in a flailing verse, every
line rescues the last by not sur
-rendering. still, he keeps in re
-serve the rain of hailing bullets
such as getting a bunch of cre
-dit cards and using them to pay
for a bankruptcy attorney. bad
boys go down bounce back, bad
boys go down, go down, back.
Mike
"Finally had the pool resurfaced."
have him just as dead or dying
? as in a flailing verse, every
line rescues the last by not sur
-rendering. still, he keeps in re
-serve the rain of hailing bullets
such as getting a bunch of cre
-dit cards and using them to pay
for a bankruptcy attorney. bad
boys go down bounce back, bad
boys go down, go down, back.
Mike
"Finally had the pool resurfaced."
Friday, November 27, 2015
Light path
You are the master of the day I am the master of the night
Together we master night and day and rule the entire worl
But in the play between the bad, good, wrong, right ways
We engage in life magnet opposites perpetuating the fight
Tumble, vajra, down the cliff of world's history, bouncing
In your gut a prayer that spins a light path from every hole.
Mkidza Mlaf
"I'm the mom of the Chama."
Together we master night and day and rule the entire worl
But in the play between the bad, good, wrong, right ways
We engage in life magnet opposites perpetuating the fight
Tumble, vajra, down the cliff of world's history, bouncing
In your gut a prayer that spins a light path from every hole.
Mkidza Mlaf
"I'm the mom of the Chama."
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
I recognize my feelings on your face
you must drink
going through a divorce
or everything's great
except that you hate
i recognize these
broke-ass feelings
from hard times
my pain in your face
Reptily
going through a divorce
or everything's great
except that you hate
i recognize these
broke-ass feelings
from hard times
my pain in your face
Reptily
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Fried chicken and sprite
the night the garbanzo beans caught fire
we had fried chicken and sprite
now it amazes me how from far places
of droves of human anonymity
each in other's face throughout the day,
both symbol and active persona
"Can't believe I found you, Mike."
Hoolie
we had fried chicken and sprite
now it amazes me how from far places
of droves of human anonymity
each in other's face throughout the day,
both symbol and active persona
"Can't believe I found you, Mike."
Hoolie
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