Saturday, August 5, 2017
Monday, July 31, 2017
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
For each medication, a signature facial expression
Woke squinty,
left chemically
unblinded in/
during sleep
eyes rolly from
action fashion
dreams where
i spied and
pleated, won
they put my
heart in a tiny
box where it
could bang free
but it seems
they want me
to sing tenor
by Peg
left chemically
unblinded in/
during sleep
eyes rolly from
action fashion
dreams where
i spied and
pleated, won
they put my
heart in a tiny
box where it
could bang free
but it seems
they want me
to sing tenor
by Peg
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Croak as in frog
is that the first
bird or latenight
chirping piss
i hear one side
of the fold or
the othern
melatonic wave
roll onto arm
aching so
do not put
me on my
back, i shall
croak as in
frog, lay as
a fog lays
Ilyn
"State of Illinois"
bird or latenight
chirping piss
i hear one side
of the fold or
the othern
melatonic wave
roll onto arm
aching so
do not put
me on my
back, i shall
croak as in
frog, lay as
a fog lays
Ilyn
"State of Illinois"
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
RE-CAP: draft
On
July 4 weekend I was the houseparent and one of the rich kids stood on the porch with her round
ginger face looking in through the picture window
with a sparkler crackling in each fist, and I decided to remember that as a
mental snapshot forever. During the “Rock Around the Dock” event, she and a
boy were the only ones not splashing and swimming. She just held onto a
post and let the boy be inappropriate with her underwater, for which they got caught.
When you get caught at something you have to appear before the whole-school council in the big room with the sliding glass doors. There are kleenex boxes everywhere for crying. It’s encouraged that you act out your feelings for the group. Say a manager is upset. She stands up and starts crying, maybe stomps her feet. There is a box of kleenex on the chair next to her. The school director might point at it and suggest, “Throw the kleenex box, Roshanna. Throw the kleenex box.”
Sparkler girl had to kick herself “off campus” as a consequence for fucking in the swamp. Going off campus until you earned your way back on just meant that you moved into some faculty’s cinder block studio apartment. One huge new faculty, an ex-pro baller, showed up in a navy Impala with a spray of bullet holes all along both driver-side doors. Sparkler girl stayed in his room, but then he got fired-fired when she tested pregnant.
The most handsome faculty was a guy with a dull affect and an attractive, penis-like face. He chose the most handsome boy, blond with a dull affect like his own, for special visits in his room. He never got fired as far as I know. Everyone was so stunned by their handsomeness it seemed right that they would steal themselves away and be intimate with respect for their skinny blond privacy.
Getting fired can mean either you are fired-fired or more often just kicked “off campus.” Except you already live on campus, so instead they just stop paying you until you earn your way back unfired. I wanted to be a team player, so I fired myself for drinking a six-pack of wine coolers and driving over the median out on the main highway.
I could still participate in events. On the next “Rock Around the Dock” day I watched Sparkler girl get run over by an outboard. Why always her? She was so engaged in life. I was the one to call for help from the boathouse phone, but I did not get unfired for that. At the hospital I could see she had a big chunk out of her leg from the boat propeller. I asked the nurse if she could have a Valium but actually wanted one for me. Even when I waited all day and drove her back with her bandages, and it was a big homecoming, I still did not get unfired. I sat in the wood paneled gathering room of the girls dorm waiting for our meeting where clumps of faculty and rich kids would sit petting and cooing. We would probably talk about how somebody didn’t take responsibility and cop to their attitude. I was the most arrogant faculty, for example.
The quietest faculty, who just wanted to get paid and not make waves, and I took a big aluminum canoe to check out Bird Island. It stank and was covered with white heron and their white amoniacal shit splatters. It was like a white-frosted green cake with white flamingo pins sticking out all over it. Then we paddled over to the Swamp Tree Forest and floated along a channel of clear water like a ride at Disney. There was a high-pitched beeping, and then little bulging eyes. Baby alligators stared at us among popping water bubbles, floating on wood, in nests of dry moss. We decided to get out of there. I let the silent faculty paddle me quietly and looked at his back thinking I wish he could be my brother, plus sex.
That night the loudest faculty came into my cinder block room for tea. In the group meeting he had already thrown a huge temper tantrum, which was appropriate, so he was still getting paid. He was so passionate about everything. He started getting more and more physical and actually popped a couple buttons on my shirt. That shocked both of us enough that he went back down the hall to his studio. Everyone assumed he was gay.
We drove the students in our personal vehicles to Ft. Lauderdale. The other drivers noted that I had not been driving long, that it was not yet second nature to me. I agreed. Later sinking to my ankles at the length of 4-5 station wagons out into the waves, I looked up and down the long white beach, and I was the only one in the water. I had been watching with fascination a disturbance half a city block out to sea. It started as an inflatable raft flapping its borders, but it soon became a giant manta ray thrashing with a shark the size of a Karmann Ghia.
And now all the students and staff were standing on the beach waving and pointing and screaming, and they were looking at me. What they were pointing at was a fin in the water coming towards me. I ran in slow motion through the thigh-deep waves toward the faculty and rich kids. They cheered me on, and I was the focus of attention after that all day. The shark had to make a U-turn back into what you can only assume to be the profound blue chaos of nature. The manta washed onto the beach white belly up, pee hole gaping, with a jagged, bloody crescent missing from the wing.
Back on campus I asked for a pro re nata of Valium. I had to go to the dutch doors where they kept the meds and ask every time. Even after I'd let the Tuesday med doc hug me and cradle my feet while chatting, even with the script he gave me, they would not give out whole bottles of meds to rich kids or staff either. You had to go and ask, and the med dispenser on duty would try and coo and pet you to distraction. You would have to insist on the meds and squirm away modestly.
Soon that got very tired and I couldn’t get paid. I was so young that I thought they would budge by threat of a lawyer. It was easy to assume that not being paid would mean that I could not come up with an attorney. The lady who had told Roshanna to throw the kleenex box told me that I should probably leave in the middle of the night so as not to upset the rich kids.
The fattest faculty taught me how to peel avocados. Her attitude was that it was a huge favor to let someone in on something everyone else already knows. She reminded me that I was only a few years older than our students. After a weekend in Orlando drinking wine coolers and dancing in the bars on Orange Blossom Trail, I cleared out of the cinder block studio, found Interstate 10 and drove it all the way to Los Angeles. I was the fastest car on the highway except for Annie Lennox , who happened to pass me in her Targa crossing the Mojave. She actually managed to shoot me an inappropriate glance through all that glass.
by Hoolie
When you get caught at something you have to appear before the whole-school council in the big room with the sliding glass doors. There are kleenex boxes everywhere for crying. It’s encouraged that you act out your feelings for the group. Say a manager is upset. She stands up and starts crying, maybe stomps her feet. There is a box of kleenex on the chair next to her. The school director might point at it and suggest, “Throw the kleenex box, Roshanna. Throw the kleenex box.”
Sparkler girl had to kick herself “off campus” as a consequence for fucking in the swamp. Going off campus until you earned your way back on just meant that you moved into some faculty’s cinder block studio apartment. One huge new faculty, an ex-pro baller, showed up in a navy Impala with a spray of bullet holes all along both driver-side doors. Sparkler girl stayed in his room, but then he got fired-fired when she tested pregnant.
The most handsome faculty was a guy with a dull affect and an attractive, penis-like face. He chose the most handsome boy, blond with a dull affect like his own, for special visits in his room. He never got fired as far as I know. Everyone was so stunned by their handsomeness it seemed right that they would steal themselves away and be intimate with respect for their skinny blond privacy.
Getting fired can mean either you are fired-fired or more often just kicked “off campus.” Except you already live on campus, so instead they just stop paying you until you earn your way back unfired. I wanted to be a team player, so I fired myself for drinking a six-pack of wine coolers and driving over the median out on the main highway.
I could still participate in events. On the next “Rock Around the Dock” day I watched Sparkler girl get run over by an outboard. Why always her? She was so engaged in life. I was the one to call for help from the boathouse phone, but I did not get unfired for that. At the hospital I could see she had a big chunk out of her leg from the boat propeller. I asked the nurse if she could have a Valium but actually wanted one for me. Even when I waited all day and drove her back with her bandages, and it was a big homecoming, I still did not get unfired. I sat in the wood paneled gathering room of the girls dorm waiting for our meeting where clumps of faculty and rich kids would sit petting and cooing. We would probably talk about how somebody didn’t take responsibility and cop to their attitude. I was the most arrogant faculty, for example.
The quietest faculty, who just wanted to get paid and not make waves, and I took a big aluminum canoe to check out Bird Island. It stank and was covered with white heron and their white amoniacal shit splatters. It was like a white-frosted green cake with white flamingo pins sticking out all over it. Then we paddled over to the Swamp Tree Forest and floated along a channel of clear water like a ride at Disney. There was a high-pitched beeping, and then little bulging eyes. Baby alligators stared at us among popping water bubbles, floating on wood, in nests of dry moss. We decided to get out of there. I let the silent faculty paddle me quietly and looked at his back thinking I wish he could be my brother, plus sex.
That night the loudest faculty came into my cinder block room for tea. In the group meeting he had already thrown a huge temper tantrum, which was appropriate, so he was still getting paid. He was so passionate about everything. He started getting more and more physical and actually popped a couple buttons on my shirt. That shocked both of us enough that he went back down the hall to his studio. Everyone assumed he was gay.
We drove the students in our personal vehicles to Ft. Lauderdale. The other drivers noted that I had not been driving long, that it was not yet second nature to me. I agreed. Later sinking to my ankles at the length of 4-5 station wagons out into the waves, I looked up and down the long white beach, and I was the only one in the water. I had been watching with fascination a disturbance half a city block out to sea. It started as an inflatable raft flapping its borders, but it soon became a giant manta ray thrashing with a shark the size of a Karmann Ghia.
And now all the students and staff were standing on the beach waving and pointing and screaming, and they were looking at me. What they were pointing at was a fin in the water coming towards me. I ran in slow motion through the thigh-deep waves toward the faculty and rich kids. They cheered me on, and I was the focus of attention after that all day. The shark had to make a U-turn back into what you can only assume to be the profound blue chaos of nature. The manta washed onto the beach white belly up, pee hole gaping, with a jagged, bloody crescent missing from the wing.
Back on campus I asked for a pro re nata of Valium. I had to go to the dutch doors where they kept the meds and ask every time. Even after I'd let the Tuesday med doc hug me and cradle my feet while chatting, even with the script he gave me, they would not give out whole bottles of meds to rich kids or staff either. You had to go and ask, and the med dispenser on duty would try and coo and pet you to distraction. You would have to insist on the meds and squirm away modestly.
Soon that got very tired and I couldn’t get paid. I was so young that I thought they would budge by threat of a lawyer. It was easy to assume that not being paid would mean that I could not come up with an attorney. The lady who had told Roshanna to throw the kleenex box told me that I should probably leave in the middle of the night so as not to upset the rich kids.
The fattest faculty taught me how to peel avocados. Her attitude was that it was a huge favor to let someone in on something everyone else already knows. She reminded me that I was only a few years older than our students. After a weekend in Orlando drinking wine coolers and dancing in the bars on Orange Blossom Trail, I cleared out of the cinder block studio, found Interstate 10 and drove it all the way to Los Angeles. I was the fastest car on the highway except for Annie Lennox , who happened to pass me in her Targa crossing the Mojave. She actually managed to shoot me an inappropriate glance through all that glass.
by Hoolie
Sunday, July 2, 2017
4 classifications
Hey Sylvia
Spotted you out in the CCC parking lot this afternoon snapping clouds with your long-ass lenses and your convertible looking cool.
Your story: world is divided into following classifications: annoying, agitating, exasperating, and upsetting.
Yet there you were maybe grooving or maybe gathering evidence.
And then those of us who survived
realizing nevertheless how sluttily
chilling in the dez on mandated recreate
Remainder of world gaydom reeling
but seasonally flooding the pool
may they take home some flavor
of days when men roamed live
like it was life's last laugh
every night a glowing surfeit
alcoholic firebrand drumkits
there was this was a counterculture
so many soft-cotton swaddled dicks
everyone a similar golden color
workers were crowning paramount
unlimited beer and cigarettes
now freeze dried forever, a residual
fanciness, snide or glassy earnest,
not flannel or denim in that sense.
Love, Tom
Spotted you out in the CCC parking lot this afternoon snapping clouds with your long-ass lenses and your convertible looking cool.
Your story: world is divided into following classifications: annoying, agitating, exasperating, and upsetting.
Yet there you were maybe grooving or maybe gathering evidence.
And then those of us who survived
realizing nevertheless how sluttily
chilling in the dez on mandated recreate
Remainder of world gaydom reeling
but seasonally flooding the pool
may they take home some flavor
of days when men roamed live
like it was life's last laugh
every night a glowing surfeit
alcoholic firebrand drumkits
there was this was a counterculture
so many soft-cotton swaddled dicks
everyone a similar golden color
workers were crowning paramount
unlimited beer and cigarettes
now freeze dried forever, a residual
fanciness, snide or glassy earnest,
not flannel or denim in that sense.
Love, Tom
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Monday, June 26, 2017
only just now realized (had previously suspected)
only just now realized
(had previously suspected)
that i'm pre-selected
to go to pasture
careers into deep space
must be blind to any
evidence of imminent
disaster to circumvent
anticipatory sepukku.
outbursts, demanding.
desperate clambering.
non-best practices.
by Ilyn
(had previously suspected)
that i'm pre-selected
to go to pasture
careers into deep space
must be blind to any
evidence of imminent
disaster to circumvent
anticipatory sepukku.
outbursts, demanding.
desperate clambering.
non-best practices.
by Ilyn
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Green rubber smock
Aside from these flashes
of green rubber smock,
which i found to be un-
comfortable, with naked
bloody jelly, against my
mommy
And stainless steel, once
gruesome, now just tired
in a billion kitchens: 60's
newborns remember ash-
amedly yet in a light less
dimly
August rises redundantly
announcing renewed urg-
ency to push, push harder
and the grind on the city
mortar or orbital mower,
calmly
Donna
"I'm at peace with my hip-to-breast ratio."
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Fungi and invasive finery
Jan,Thank you for sharing this. One aspect that seems out of balance, however, is an ongoing one. That is the idea that Peg is there to help Ted with his health problems, and that hers appear to always come second, no matter the severity. Did you omit her strokes because she asked you to? Her health has been progressively and adversely affected by constantly carrying Ted's wheelchair (yes, even the "light" one hurts my back when I lift it), as well as being housekeeper and nursing staff while she is having strokes and other serious issues such as rotten teeth, which they finally got around to paying for during your visit. They have no dental insurance for her.
Between foot and brain, is the brain not the more vital organ? Strokes are what Peg is actually having-- not just something that "either one of them" could hypothetically have. If we are talking about contingencies, it is not difficult to asses who is in more danger of "passing first." Peg is determined but is losing her battle to meet all of the harmful and inappropriate expectations placed on her by someone who does not and cannot effectively appreciate or respond to the needs of others. No judgement here-- just a verified fact that is widely agreed upon by many reasonable observers, including members of your family and, at times, our parents themselves.
I am assuming that the above and also the omission of the specific need for a different living arrangement where Ted could receive care without further endangering my mother's health was left out because they were also copied on your note. I believe we need to be quite
direct, however, and very soon, about what is needed and not sugar coat, which our parents are already way overdoing themselves.
So it sounds like the conclusion is that we should just continue the status quo: everything will be fine as long as Peg continues to cater to Grandpa Ted's health needs in spite of her own much worse health (which you did not mention). I believe that is not a correct impression or conclusion to be circulating-- even to them-- but you are obviously entitled to your own observations and opinions.
If you believe for religious reasons or whatever that a woman must completely subject her own needs to a man, then Ted has four daughters who are women, and maybe those of you that feel that way should consider doing that for your father instead of placing that deadly expectation on Peg, who has never held those beliefs. Indeed, once she is gone, it will be the four of you who will be responsible for Ted and his substantial demands. After watching what has happened to Peg over the past few years and how much her health has disintegrated while caring for a mostly robust yet selfish man, we will certainly not be the ones to continue Mom's sacrifice beyond her lifetime.
This is what I feel duty bound to say as a family member, and please trust that I am far from alone in these sentiments among those who know Ted and Peg intimately day to day.
Sincerely,
Hoolie
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Sunday, April 23, 2017
vines and
Now they have and have been having them for a while
When before they were always just about to have them?
At least if you're dead all the sudden you'll know why.
so much is revealed in the eyes when you say what state you're from
and you might think much less if you only claim it as a birth place
but the ground itself is run through with nodes or a beckoning mesh
even while seated you may be inching backward to that sucking hole
from which you entered the world and began to absorb its pollutants
and energy and riddles and talking ways and then shat into it so often
by Ilyn
"Been ailing."
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Glory hole of war
[This post has been masked by the Mthyuh Protection Society's soulless inquisitors.]
You want too much truth
feel your own blood
how you know what life is
liquid creature encaged
follow the sound into louder
where it seems more human
bladder of every pain
tumble down the common stair
natural as water hitting base
wake-up to pin this day
Thanks,
Hoolie
sloth ambulance II
sloth ambulance
it's an urgency
this tree surgeon
i don't recognize
ad reels spin
until dawn is none
actors re-imagine
everything great
facial whores
sell out our grief
by Peg
"I wrote in my husband."
He sleeps fine
i cd tell him
pls come back to the other bed pls
i cd beg and cry and fall asleep &
he could sigh
but instead i rhyme like a maricon
& he sleeps fine
by Mike
pls come back to the other bed pls
i cd beg and cry and fall asleep &
he could sigh
but instead i rhyme like a maricon
& he sleeps fine
by Mike
On drama
God everything didn't used to be so serious
yes it did
no it didn't
When is it dramatic and when is it drama
it's all drama
no, dramatic is real
You mean mimesis is cathartic, but
life is dramatic
it's not real drama
Life is intense and absurd and shocking
drama tries to capture that
life is that. yeah.
But now somehow life exaggerates itself
drama's more plausible
if that's not dramatic, then
Then it's not life because life is more
intense than any drama
i was going to say that
Peg & La Chama
Inter-cellular whispering through ancient glory hole carved through stone wall
Mthyuh Protection Society prison installation
Chukka, Low Chank
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
The mind alone
the mind alone is not a mind but a mind's freedom fantasy
meanwhile atrophic a good set of flesh bound only by light
servitude to anarchic teenage Gorgon or yes that construct
of a mind about itself afraid of consort or to act inasmuch
the unrentable pairing is as obnoxious to us as anyone's ass
one sits dumb waiting and the other verbal preens in jelly
by Ilyn
"Any carnal powers were spent on the violence of my birth."
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Monday, March 20, 2017
when can i olvidarlo
no podemos evitar el amor ni pararlo
como toda la cara hundira sin soporte
de dientes, y tendrias que romperles
de la boca con una fuerza desmadrona
o dejarles de putfrificar atras decadas
incluso y especialmente cuando nos
preguntamos when can i olvidarlo
by suthi
como toda la cara hundira sin soporte
de dientes, y tendrias que romperles
de la boca con una fuerza desmadrona
o dejarles de putfrificar atras decadas
incluso y especialmente cuando nos
preguntamos when can i olvidarlo
by suthi
Sunday, March 19, 2017
resist prayer
while i'm not a giant
i resist prayer
and when the urge comes
i go where my unapologetic
ancestors swaggered off
and on charneled fields
to defend one's own dignity
against anti-existential
appeals campaigns talk
we deities of autonomy
rule this flesh for now
want believe name judge
Peg
(twins oncoming)
Sunday, March 5, 2017
I don't know
Now listen baby
my darling husband
or not exactly,
I do not know
I tell a joke that
you get the milk but
you didn't have to
purchase the yoke
and I think that's funny,
but I kinda wonder,
just what is going,
what is going on
I just don't know dear,
but I want to
and you must tell me
to calm my fear
Mister dear, Mr. darling
While I dangle like a vine
Keep me wondering
How to tell you
that I don't know
if you are mine
[repeat]
Missy
"For Phyllis"
my darling husband
or not exactly,
I do not know
I tell a joke that
you get the milk but
you didn't have to
purchase the yoke
and I think that's funny,
but I kinda wonder,
just what is going,
what is going on
I just don't know dear,
but I want to
and you must tell me
to calm my fear
Mister dear, Mr. darling
While I dangle like a vine
Keep me wondering
How to tell you
that I don't know
if you are mine
[repeat]
Missy
"For Phyllis"
oaxaca lime pit
how could blood be there
because it moves the way
they leave and later enter
it surges through a system
thumping against the beat
apart from what we listen
similarly without this pod
the screechings of heaven
give all sound redundancy
Ilyn
"Fresh scar = clean slate."
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Somehow, I have to cry
if the id or whut?
could at least let
me a) cry b) read
c) exercise every
day I'd be healed
Ilyn
First Words
Gravel Emergence
(Oaxaca lime pit)
could at least let
me a) cry b) read
c) exercise every
day I'd be healed
Ilyn
First Words
Gravel Emergence
(Oaxaca lime pit)
Monday, February 27, 2017
recovering
With this gesture,
I am literally trying to shrink my own head
It's gone WONG,
too much going on, crazy, getting fat on itself
Holding it all in or
covering ears to keep out stimuli: yes both!
With my hands
pressed in random placement on head, yes
Eyes at times,
it's the universal symbol of exasperation
But ever since they
burned the mthyuh down I've been wearing
Their shirt and mascot
because they are like my remote bad actors
Mike
"Recovering."
I am literally trying to shrink my own head
It's gone WONG,
too much going on, crazy, getting fat on itself
Holding it all in or
covering ears to keep out stimuli: yes both!
With my hands
pressed in random placement on head, yes
Eyes at times,
it's the universal symbol of exasperation
But ever since they
burned the mthyuh down I've been wearing
Their shirt and mascot
because they are like my remote bad actors
Mike
"Recovering."
SSRI
we remember the woman who'd tear across campus eyes ablaze with some SSRI
she was the emblem of all our sadness and was protected for that reason as a goddess
cry-happy but smile-sad, our inner affect, uncomfortable gut doubting, all there
Tom & Sylvia (Retired)
Associate Professors
College of Cement
Low Chank Campus
she was the emblem of all our sadness and was protected for that reason as a goddess
cry-happy but smile-sad, our inner affect, uncomfortable gut doubting, all there
Tom & Sylvia (Retired)
Associate Professors
College of Cement
Low Chank Campus
We can't help loving, and we can't stop
For our part, we realize we became lifelong missionaries and took on the inevitable and really not even worth it agonies of that profession simply because it was ligamented into us by a couple of 20-something zealots going through a phase. They way beyond that now. But us... it was during our formative years. We can't help loving, and we can't stop.
Deena Jan & Jan Deena Jansdaad
"We are brother and sister and the daughter and son of Jan Jansdaad, Jan's and my dad along with who we call "the other daad," our mum, Deena Jansdaad." -Jan
Deena Jan & Jan Deena Jansdaad
"We are brother and sister and the daughter and son of Jan Jansdaad, Jan's and my dad along with who we call "the other daad," our mum, Deena Jansdaad." -Jan
Everyone judged me
Everyone judged me when I started murdering everyone, but it turned out of course that I was just in the first ring of the waves, and then everyone was murdering everyone, and then it was like aha, I get it, everyone probably should have murdered everyone a long time ago.
Reptily
Apologia (fragment)
Reptily
Apologia (fragment)
Sunday, February 26, 2017
Peace
We moved out here because of the peace of the summer trees that surrounded the house and hid it from the street. However now that a warm winter has come at night we hear the hoarse cries of animals woken from a chill and killing each other impulsively or screaming in the heat of want and/or fear.
Sylvia & Tom Mareieds
Associate Professors
College of Cement
High Chank
Sylvia & Tom Mareieds
Associate Professors
College of Cement
High Chank
so... nauseous...
so... nauseous...
help all the units with viable true K tissue
uh... help them... their radioactive waste is
not a just reason to end the race we
crossed a line and twisted their progeny...
ours now to keep... let them be whole on
some island or deep chank hole... so... deep...
Illyn
First words (audio)
Fourth emergence from solid rock
Fordamall
help all the units with viable true K tissue
uh... help them... their radioactive waste is
not a just reason to end the race we
crossed a line and twisted their progeny...
ours now to keep... let them be whole on
some island or deep chank hole... so... deep...
Illyn
First words (audio)
Fourth emergence from solid rock
Fordamall
i can't tell
overrated: celebration of other-self indifference
recreation of so-called sages with no evidence
when i suffer: can't tell who or how much blame
but a look within and all around seems the same
i can't keep up with it-- all the tempers i inflame
can't call me lame, but destruction's not my game
i'm badly lit-- flip-- i turn the mirror to its opposite
but that's still not it; what's my responsibility and
what's just bullshit, the produce of someone's
random ignobility, how much burden can i lay
of course in the most respectful way at the feet of
person or persons who made the system or let it
have its way with my innocent children god help
them as she may your houses may they burn, burn
Mkidza Mlaf
Temple Breach Response
Day II
recreation of so-called sages with no evidence
when i suffer: can't tell who or how much blame
but a look within and all around seems the same
i can't keep up with it-- all the tempers i inflame
can't call me lame, but destruction's not my game
i'm badly lit-- flip-- i turn the mirror to its opposite
but that's still not it; what's my responsibility and
what's just bullshit, the produce of someone's
random ignobility, how much burden can i lay
of course in the most respectful way at the feet of
person or persons who made the system or let it
have its way with my innocent children god help
them as she may your houses may they burn, burn
Mkidza Mlaf
Temple Breach Response
Day II
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Dumpster eagle
Fat-ass eagle dives for a mole and misses,
swoops self up into a treetop, but only
about 12 feet high. Staring dumbly down,
can't seem to remember why. Scratches claw-
to-head like a dog. Dumpster catches his eye.
by Mike
swoops self up into a treetop, but only
about 12 feet high. Staring dumbly down,
can't seem to remember why. Scratches claw-
to-head like a dog. Dumpster catches his eye.
by Mike
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
You're funny when you cry
Let me drag you around the
world as i use up the last
scraps associations places
while i remember and they
still live but hopefully do
not remember what i give
to a culture not my nation
How about a last tour to
confirm the invisibility of
what i think i know is there,
see in my face what's now
and new, plus you and
some cab fare, and a hotel
room to go discover or to
Cower where you can't hear
leaf blowers or sirens just
cooling fans in a cable box,
muffled hums of a garbage
disposal or the water softener
if you wander downstairs in
an hour when it's time to sleep.
Donna
Drama Night
Main Clinic
Centre for the Journal of the Meta-Cognitive Talk-Therapy Apologist Associations
world as i use up the last
scraps associations places
while i remember and they
still live but hopefully do
not remember what i give
to a culture not my nation
How about a last tour to
confirm the invisibility of
what i think i know is there,
see in my face what's now
and new, plus you and
some cab fare, and a hotel
room to go discover or to
Cower where you can't hear
leaf blowers or sirens just
cooling fans in a cable box,
muffled hums of a garbage
disposal or the water softener
if you wander downstairs in
an hour when it's time to sleep.
Donna
Drama Night
Main Clinic
Centre for the Journal of the Meta-Cognitive Talk-Therapy Apologist Associations
Monday, February 20, 2017
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