Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
Commedia d'Arte
this whole corporate life you
could film in one sitting
taking samples from that
meeting, voiceovering,
whatnot.
long-beak monster's face close up.
dubbed complaint: not enough _.
pan to three other gar-
goyles; thumbs, deep in noses,
perk up.
It's that their sleep's been disturbed.
now they wear the vivid
honor of anime.
We say shut the fuck up,
or so.
closeup of weepy, groomed mug.
masks interfacing or
cast at opposing walls,
sorted groups in hallways,
with sound.
a thousand poses can fit
in a tiny e-file,
each connected to keys
you can play with a flair
for years.
could film in one sitting
taking samples from that
meeting, voiceovering,
whatnot.
long-beak monster's face close up.
dubbed complaint: not enough _.
pan to three other gar-
goyles; thumbs, deep in noses,
perk up.
It's that their sleep's been disturbed.
now they wear the vivid
honor of anime.
We say shut the fuck up,
or so.
closeup of weepy, groomed mug.
masks interfacing or
cast at opposing walls,
sorted groups in hallways,
with sound.
a thousand poses can fit
in a tiny e-file,
each connected to keys
you can play with a flair
for years.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Run Out of Town
i'm a bitch
because i'm single
all of you
have got your dangl-
ing others
locked in a room
mmm locked
in a room
he doesn't love any other
except for you, mmm, ex-
cept for you.
late tonight
i saw a visage
of myself
without a pot to piss in
my brother
run out of town,
on a broom, run
out of town.
i'm heading home to my mother
she loves me true, mmm,
loves me true.
was a time
before i came here
when i slept
with another body
beside me
feeling so blue, mmm
feeling blue.
i can't have you as my lover,
you can't have me, mm i
can't have you.
because i'm single
all of you
have got your dangl-
ing others
locked in a room
mmm locked
in a room
he doesn't love any other
except for you, mmm, ex-
cept for you.
late tonight
i saw a visage
of myself
without a pot to piss in
my brother
run out of town,
on a broom, run
out of town.
i'm heading home to my mother
she loves me true, mmm,
loves me true.
was a time
before i came here
when i slept
with another body
beside me
feeling so blue, mmm
feeling blue.
i can't have you as my lover,
you can't have me, mm i
can't have you.
every goddamn thing and then some
a lot of things worry me, a lot of things concern me
a lot of things just don't seem right to me
mal-aligned, risky times, drinkin' to my valentine
these are signs of hypocrisy
i wanna shoot straight, boots laced, real estate for rent
and all the benefits of zen and Christianity
stockin's dry, rhubarb pie, my sweetie and a pack o' gum
every goddamn thing and then some
[repeat and fade]
a lot of things just don't seem right to me
mal-aligned, risky times, drinkin' to my valentine
these are signs of hypocrisy
i wanna shoot straight, boots laced, real estate for rent
and all the benefits of zen and Christianity
stockin's dry, rhubarb pie, my sweetie and a pack o' gum
every goddamn thing and then some
[repeat and fade]
clot
we are a clot of desperate Eastern Europeans
smoke is wafting over our fence and into neighbors' yards
we are intense among ourselves and have straight opinions
while to others our strange ways may seem swarthy or antique
smoke is wafting over our fence and into neighbors' yards
we are intense among ourselves and have straight opinions
while to others our strange ways may seem swarthy or antique
Monday, October 29, 2007
20 years
this is the hum that will take us there
background now, the throbbing operation
past is all here, but future depends
on this humming, absent calibration
reality, direction isn't fair
when you consider possibilities
as I cut this wake through soup or glass
what will be thrown upon the surfaces?
as I etch lines in this negative
who on the other side works against me?
I see twenty years of piss flying,
one clear brick of present with yellow waves.
background now, the throbbing operation
past is all here, but future depends
on this humming, absent calibration
reality, direction isn't fair
when you consider possibilities
as I cut this wake through soup or glass
what will be thrown upon the surfaces?
as I etch lines in this negative
who on the other side works against me?
I see twenty years of piss flying,
one clear brick of present with yellow waves.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
pride, enemy
this grapefruit tree haughtily
honorably bursts into fruit
as a symptom of death.
these stunted ones do not have
a mature life; they turn yellow
small and drop, young and dead.
It was the juiciest tree
reluctantly drank lawn water
and stayed put in a freeze.
honorably bursts into fruit
as a symptom of death.
these stunted ones do not have
a mature life; they turn yellow
small and drop, young and dead.
It was the juiciest tree
reluctantly drank lawn water
and stayed put in a freeze.
Friday, October 19, 2007
animated gif of his face replaced with jesus's during lightning II
Back in the cave, Reptily searches the men's pockets for liberty coins. Across the gorge, the high priests' sign has lost hold on one end. It now says:
E
I
D
E
W
"You bastards and your easy wages. I will take your future!"
The floor was seething with crickets, which were trying to sleep so did not chirp. One would try to scoot in further or mount another for comfort, and there would be a ripple effect across the entire herd. Their scratching and flicking whispered in the dreams of the courtiers.
"Only five. Only one kraplich. They have spit their lucre into whores."
An altar to the Fish Princess began to rock back and forth. Reptily stopped rummaging and grabbed her large golden hoop earrings.
"Bless me savior. You are pleased."
Reptily was neither bright nor curious. She repeated things her grandmother had often said out of superstition alone. Soon she had gathered eight more kraplich.
E
I
D
E
W
"You bastards and your easy wages. I will take your future!"
The floor was seething with crickets, which were trying to sleep so did not chirp. One would try to scoot in further or mount another for comfort, and there would be a ripple effect across the entire herd. Their scratching and flicking whispered in the dreams of the courtiers.
"Only five. Only one kraplich. They have spit their lucre into whores."
An altar to the Fish Princess began to rock back and forth. Reptily stopped rummaging and grabbed her large golden hoop earrings.
"Bless me savior. You are pleased."
Reptily was neither bright nor curious. She repeated things her grandmother had often said out of superstition alone. Soon she had gathered eight more kraplich.
All Fire Burns
all fire burns
many barns lean
whistles may blow
work doesn't feed
all kids learn
many are keen
seeds may sow
sheep don't lead
all days turn
many aren't seen
cock may crow
eggs don't bleed
all milk churns
many meet the queen
banks may owe
rich don't need
all fire burns
many hearts stop
world may end
poor don't shop.
all fires burn
many don't smoke
love may heal
whores don't choke.
many barns lean
whistles may blow
work doesn't feed
all kids learn
many are keen
seeds may sow
sheep don't lead
all days turn
many aren't seen
cock may crow
eggs don't bleed
all milk churns
many meet the queen
banks may owe
rich don't need
all fire burns
many hearts stop
world may end
poor don't shop.
all fires burn
many don't smoke
love may heal
whores don't choke.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Craw of Day
windy black october night
she wanted to carve out her own place but
for demons that couldn't spell
all this vivid time and space
suspended in a dark obscene slime which
behaved as a godmother
each pumpkin plucked from amongst
the spew of vine couldn't not be rotten,
fruit of juggling cats or eggs
which is why in these small hours
she and I and a whiskey sour spit rinds,
stir with impunious bats
we dine at one right from the
cauldron or play canasta like spiders,
throw runes, sing, or speak freely
and crawling back, november
morning, silver, bearing too sweet a light,
the dead craw of day widens.
she wanted to carve out her own place but
for demons that couldn't spell
all this vivid time and space
suspended in a dark obscene slime which
behaved as a godmother
each pumpkin plucked from amongst
the spew of vine couldn't not be rotten,
fruit of juggling cats or eggs
which is why in these small hours
she and I and a whiskey sour spit rinds,
stir with impunious bats
we dine at one right from the
cauldron or play canasta like spiders,
throw runes, sing, or speak freely
and crawling back, november
morning, silver, bearing too sweet a light,
the dead craw of day widens.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
cargo of diamond and no shields -or- Countries Starving in His Rectum
grinning picaro,
chock full of gold dust,
invites his ruin.
over-shoulder glance,
the butt shooting gems,
wings of spun candy.
tight yellow curls in-
furiate the dogs,
lips of lamb roast taste.
O patrona de
los cazadores
que nos ayudes
to stick him with a
pin on parchment, a
pen to sop the stain.
chock full of gold dust,
invites his ruin.
over-shoulder glance,
the butt shooting gems,
wings of spun candy.
tight yellow curls in-
furiate the dogs,
lips of lamb roast taste.
O patrona de
los cazadores
que nos ayudes
to stick him with a
pin on parchment, a
pen to sop the stain.
Monday, October 8, 2007
deification of gay men
once we were pirates
now here there they van-
ish, sprites, resemblanc-
es. you: symbol of
the gone. pert fairies
appear around us
like good friends fading.
goodbye! elfin trove.
now here there they van-
ish, sprites, resemblanc-
es. you: symbol of
the gone. pert fairies
appear around us
like good friends fading.
goodbye! elfin trove.
Friday, October 5, 2007
raptor in a tree
Sylvia stepped out of her office and noticed a raptor in a tree.
There were no pre-prepared vittles in the cafeteria that afternoon.
Roof rats had been invading houses in the area since the typhoon.
In his depression, Alex explained that he could only see himself as another dirty link in the food chain.
At sunset, a huge visual distraction had begun: the Blood Moon, or Autumnal Equinox.
There were no pre-prepared vittles in the cafeteria that afternoon.
Roof rats had been invading houses in the area since the typhoon.
In his depression, Alex explained that he could only see himself as another dirty link in the food chain.
At sunset, a huge visual distraction had begun: the Blood Moon, or Autumnal Equinox.
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Tuesday, October 2, 2007
like a horny crown of thorns
pool water keeps dripping
from my hairline, a
long way to go.
my bare palms were lifted
toward the phone wire,
all akimbo.
the god priapus shrunk
from the thorough soak-
ing. stigmatoed.
from my hairline, a
long way to go.
my bare palms were lifted
toward the phone wire,
all akimbo.
the god priapus shrunk
from the thorough soak-
ing. stigmatoed.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
forgot what i was going to say
because when I slid past you
in the narrow hallway
you jammed my frequencies
and like some hydroelectric therapy
all thoughts and memories were purged
and replaced with the hem of your tanktop.
now i remember it was to be a
dirge, a plea for it not to get worse:
"The Strong Desire to Erase Tomorrow"
in the narrow hallway
you jammed my frequencies
and like some hydroelectric therapy
all thoughts and memories were purged
and replaced with the hem of your tanktop.
now i remember it was to be a
dirge, a plea for it not to get worse:
"The Strong Desire to Erase Tomorrow"
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
not wet like mars
faces in the moon tonight
are irritated primitive men;
the sun we can explain.
fat hitler is cheeky, now
has sideburns, now does not;
skeleton face has a normal
back of head; then the two
pulling taffy masks, each
seeming to protrude from
the other's brain. earlier,
it was the solid rim in heaven/
demonstration of a circle
as not a shape at all, but
rather nature herself, a
drop or stain, beaten up
the spinning started by
blows, a golpe, as a boxer's
jaw becomes weak.
then the babbling starts,
tongues wagging at the sight:
that circle becomes a hook
and rather stays there, grinning
it has no effect on us
except for it's cold breathing
it seems to say that our lives
have no meaning. deadness
of dust, not tundra that jets
into the atmosphere
when a tragectile hits.
the moon can be deceiving.
are irritated primitive men;
the sun we can explain.
fat hitler is cheeky, now
has sideburns, now does not;
skeleton face has a normal
back of head; then the two
pulling taffy masks, each
seeming to protrude from
the other's brain. earlier,
it was the solid rim in heaven/
demonstration of a circle
as not a shape at all, but
rather nature herself, a
drop or stain, beaten up
the spinning started by
blows, a golpe, as a boxer's
jaw becomes weak.
then the babbling starts,
tongues wagging at the sight:
that circle becomes a hook
and rather stays there, grinning
it has no effect on us
except for it's cold breathing
it seems to say that our lives
have no meaning. deadness
of dust, not tundra that jets
into the atmosphere
when a tragectile hits.
the moon can be deceiving.
Monday, September 17, 2007
this bowl of dust
zeros in the long years
somewhere we stepped through them
tires on the roadside
someone flipped a pancake
all surfaces are fried
chaos, pain is general
when they call the flag in
our sky is pink and brown
this pole could be nowhere
our windows are lit squares
motors rage between them
storms approach, moths to flame
they've drawn your name again
be quiet till it rains
you can slither away.
somewhere we stepped through them
tires on the roadside
someone flipped a pancake
all surfaces are fried
chaos, pain is general
when they call the flag in
our sky is pink and brown
this pole could be nowhere
our windows are lit squares
motors rage between them
storms approach, moths to flame
they've drawn your name again
be quiet till it rains
you can slither away.
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