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
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
not enough light
I reach the heels of my fists to the heavens and
a rageful power takes hold of my wrists like a
puppeteer to sticks; the room takes on a charge,
and even dogs fled.
Anyone could feel the wave as deaf feel sound:
It's the moment after you should have bounced,
when it was imminent, when the hair'd already
stood up on end.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Black rectangle
Climb back into your body
where it's safe (?) black
rectangle on the eye balls
Floating black rectangle the
negative of a backlit screen
framed in light in the mind
I carry this rectangular iris
shape in my body visually
for a longer or fading time
Jan Jansdaad
"I'm Jan's daughter Jan, and he's my father."
Monday, November 2, 2015
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Friday, October 23, 2015
the east and west
his body is skinny but he has a big head and feet
she gets sore walking her muscle torso on sticks
they face the east and west, wasted to the known
proving those that seek darkness only need sleep
by Donna
Saturday, October 17, 2015
Monday, October 12, 2015
Scared face
As did a forger, I held my face print in my mind and
went to the mirror's afterimage: I saw the scared face
or is it sentiment of fear, of losing my object, mirror
it's the face with which frankly I looked at you with
but more from above, so more sag, an ebbing red now
and I saw there in my own shadow your fear or the
reflection of my face in your face, the fear we share
but now as well a longing hopefulness, melodramatic
twinkle, or was it on my blank face yours printed fear?
Ted
"For you, Phyllis"
Friday, October 9, 2015
Compromised ramrod
this doesn't hang right
too many holes in wall
october's sunset night
sinks into vortex now
i do every bad I can do
exploit days without you
seeking unhealthy meals
because I'll see you soon
i rise to your higher state
or habits, maybe fate can
tell why we get on so well
shack up after two dates
Hoolie
"I'm vulnerable right now."
Labels:
sun holes
Monday, September 28, 2015
snot storm
there are protective toxins
that make petty little bitches
of ladies and gentlemen
Story of the Protective Toxin
It was a flower, and it gave off just the right amount of protective toxin, a discourager rather than an exterminator. Then one year there was an exponentially larger aphid swarm, and it had to blast the protective toxin to fight the pestilence, but then it didn't turn off. In subsequent years, essential bugs just died against its fluorescent, amoniac ribs, and then it too withered from lack of pollen or whatever.
Is it one of those morals where you can see the shame rather than the practice as pathological. Can it be cured by the medium of matrimonial gravitas.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
I washed ashore here with all my shit
I washed ashore here with all my shit
the beach of autumn's cusp
There's no one who really cares, all gone
taken by winter's dawn
As live man scratches lid of casket,
I hammered my own hull
Spin, vajra-- spin! Tear up the ages.
Clean the rocks of lichen.
Ilyn
"Short for a state in the Great Lakes Region"
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
The only answer is to be like Jesus
The only answer is to be like Jesus
not dead Jesus, or like live Jesus as
He is represented to live by some,
but like Jesus's red letters in the
eponymous edition, only that, the
red letters in the white, zippered
vinyl embossed with gold letters.
Jesus had the answers, all the an-
swers, not the rest of the Bible.
He lidderly didn't have the rest.
To be like Jesus is forgive above
all and also give, reflect, cleanse.
Other religions are inferior when
you are not sure they have all this.
You hit rock bottom with trendy
ministries preaching catchy sides
but which turn a cheek, and which
Christians? Which let live the
guilty and the innocent, born equal
and fall, not just make bad choices.
He'd say get up and walk, forget it.
Donna Thong
"Still've got the surgery on the patio!"
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Thursday, September 17, 2015
The spring is a yawning hole
post-apocalyptic situation wherein all that works is a DOS command
they'd call you technologically proficient for engaging a raw prompt
the whole mouth, esophagus to gut, throughout which flora undulate
is the center you carry forward, ever acting on behalf of or to palliate
and as if swallowing yourself you tumble into a hoary spelunkee
and to greet you lie the others who can't turn their choices around
Illyn
"It's a shorter way of saying Illinois."
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
there is poetry and a dharma of hopelessness
there is poetry and a dharma of hopelessness
there is a reassuring failure of meta-cognition
knowing disaster while viewing affairs clearly
to how free you feel, even surrender must kneel
this is the base for carrying on, that nothing-to-
lose appeal, a pheromone that attracts rich men
I am Reptily
Donna and peg in prison
DONNA: I'm fed up.
PEG: Enough with your victimization mentality.
DONNA: I agree. If I have to choose between being manager of a taco bell or eating shit on my knees before a corrupt overlord, I'll choose a disability claim.
PEG: What kinda disability?
DONNA: Can't take it.
PEG: Oh uh huh.
DONNA: If you can't take it, you can't make it.
PEG: Yer disabled.
DONNA: Ya.
PEG: But you can turn it around.
DONNA: No.
PEG: Ok.
DONNA: I'm done. I'm not turning it around.
PEG: Ok Donna.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Hernia of restraint
in continents where norms reign
the worst that can happen is the
hernia of restraint/ can't stop it.
like losing hair, unable to cover
slow fate off crown lifts the veil
but it's jabberwocky, mean voice
other decades were a waterfall
beat hopping against the surface
this spins out ones waving arms
Donna Thong
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Sermon: Thursday 21 January 2010
in weariness
the Earth's nougat
cast up stronger
her lasso.
in this contest
only a taut heart
against her pistons
can save you.
while listening
as other creatures
die of what we call
bad timing,
in some folks' minds
poverty of movement
was their keeper
from friction.
Ilyn, Brother. Sermon, frag. 11-14
Friday, September 4, 2015
Exploring poverty
Choices, you said. It's all about
choices. Then what choice was it
made you die of a flesh-eating bacteria
one year into retirement, dead guy?
Exploring poverty is one way to
look at the choices splaying their
obscenely self-lubricating labia out in
front of me, every day, no matter why.
This want is like being in an accident
because you realize that you're alive
means you can survive even where
lack of means is the definition of sin.
The second time it comes again is
a roller coaster ride, but strapped in,
and you become well trained in the
work of penury and getting a bone in.
by Peg
"Thank Mthyuh the kids have jobs."
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