In Progress
Notes figments and fragments of course
Under Construction
Hey you, dragon!
The poet is living gnosis
sniffing at your mouth
and funny potions tasting
the ancient mind smiling holy and ecstasy-eyed
for the scapegoat (american body as always shown on living room floor or couch)
has increased heart to the blood flow in the moving picture show
spilling over the storm wise for stickers, prime time television rejects, that thick haze
and sonic distortion, bouncy textures electrifying the new man
who reported today the street sources say
mumbling free mumbling love like water
salt cuts fists and blood all around the wordpurr nekawa
under fertile mushroom near the planes and depths of space
a donut-shaped cage and dugout causeway
a space-book, busy world - and the spirit of man with a coat of paint.
Posted at 04:11 AM
buttery hardware
go mourn familial hair
so gone so close be good
be good be gone and made it so quietly
the very weight of the father
dragonflies doctor
snakes and breathe brooding
round a water-hose with a spider
its legs spread wider holding microphones
we go apollo island
because the words gonna wanna do something
came through in a riddle on a wire
Posted at 04:10 AM
The Liquid Caterpillar
When the heart is relaxed the truth is a verb,
A factor, a life-giving rule;
Diastolic: typically frenetic, and faster.
Evermore new the space odyssey current and function,
Two superior atria and air raids to the lungs:
Bright red branches make sparks and drool.
The largest artery; amino acids, fats, waste, dioxide;
Hearty bloody body and back; bacteria body-monk and shot:
White blood cells and smoke signals.
Surreal front porch doped on a soft-spot - shy Venus mind-shrine:
Organs, body, oxygen;
Miracle cures in the form of sugar.
We have the cure, Amnesia!
Posted at 03:54 AM
I Who the Women Caught
I am (in) the Western Fertile Crescent
With a memory of Me talking in the moonlight;
I had come from a world of –
Love letters;
Important Feminine Creatures, Man.
The still purr and ache climaxes in the dirty white cracks,
And I can't wait to track all my body down:
We were together; we started our day;
We closed it, pleased by the fact that we'd read a book that long.
See me looking intently at the words on her ankles / Mystical,
And I am the first Man at the counter.
Oh how nice it is how nice it is ~ "You look and feel tender."
In my mind's eye a picture of a woman and her stomach working on a dream. She spoke, bringing nourishment. After a couple of gulps I felt unstoppable...
Her little red jewel...
Her little red doorway to the Moon...
A Los Angeles magazine said, "Dazzling Wordsmith Words Worth Hit."
Each tune is manhood, street scratched, French, and written on loooong eyelashes…
Thoroughly adventurous and may help to find The Bridge, Her feet matching mine, backward and forward riddles, every blooming Muse booming radio tower. Soon. Soon. Sense Her.
Following the flood the flow of a wave, sweet stranger – I know Her again and again; fragrant perfect mind. At once the aphrodisiac finds the yen inner echo, a face and breath of words, curves, tobacco feasts.
Just the thought of Her (that’s right; there is)-
So there well…
So there now we have it…
So there is potential…
(Add to that a powerful strain of winners.)
Posted at 03:49 AM
URAL: Rebirth of a Movement
Ural Anderson dismissed Henry Don’s latest conclusion.
He noted, “Scientists have managed to flip the earth’s magnetic field
In lab simulations that envision a cooling core.”
And, Ural continued, “Henry Don’s experiments use mathematical models based on controlled nuclear reaction data.”
“FURTHERMORE, FLIP THE SHIP!” Ural quipped and slapped his knees,
“Reactions fluctuate as do prevailing views.”
“The Earth is worried,” Henry Don said. “And on Friday this paramount concentration will increase; don’t know what are the causes; don’t know how long it will take, but the core it may release if the Earth and its field are weakened. Iron. Nickel. Crystal it starts; in this day we say Terranauts! Neuronauts! Terranautical jibber-jabber changing these directions!”
“These fields we travel are _______ - but there’s no reason to inflict caveats on these topics. The uranium in the core could fry it up, or worse…”
(This is somewhat closer to the Upper Crust.)
In reality no one knows nothin’; many of my colleagues are ridiculous Jules Verne wannabes. Icelandic volcano; nuclear Earth; most scientists agree that the Earth thinks it is smaller than it really is… if the magnetic field is threatened this may bottom it out, etc.
“Years ago an amalgam of uranium inland, and a bunch of dinosaurs,” he argued. Disagreement begins over the mix of helium isotopes and what drives Science Fiction. What happened next is: a small amount of oxygen in the Earth’s magnetic field. All the trace elements drew near in highly controlled nuclear migrations. Billions of smaller elements collapsed in diameter, and remained as monuments. The consequences were created and expelled, creating again…
Posted at 03:48 AM
Swifty & the Devil's Lexicography
Posted at 03:46 AM
boy records fistfights...
Foul-mouth made it popular at the underground MC Shazaam
In a lyrical masquerade called the “Satah Aya LP: 21st Century.”
Which means strategic alliances, teams or sides, Direct Mail Marketing, orchestrated brawls, multiple marriage and divorce diversions: the date, the dress, the ring, the pre-nup, a certain thread count for so-called bands, bubbly, bubbly and bow-tie collars and birds and hide my gun in my boot; a cool $25 million dollars.
Posted at 11:44 PM
The Damper Pedal
Stations were on the dial and said, “If you own the tape it is because you know! Yellow bells will guide you and point to the way back behind the you-know-what: curtains. Remember?
“Curtains. So you bring the cape in a cab up and down or rather in and out of Congress Avenue, and you make yourself happy.”
You’re at the edge pronto and soon enough it’s adorable, manipulating the dial with your toes; black needle backlit bullion on the narrow dashboard flickering. On each station is a purported chance occurrence. One official says the province is overrun with rebels, so If you and I and your machine start chatting in a different tribal mix a key may materialize fit and function.
I have to say, the stereo with which you find yourself damper needs more digits or the cabbie may run the light. You can’t what?
A steering wheel, moveable type and hair, a wish to experience the very deliberate pleasure of a cruise through a muted stretch of docks and lake;
The reason why I called this line, this expressway, is for much improved mmmmmm – whatever we’re calling it. I’m sure you’ve seen the signs.
Posted at 11:44 PM
Sucienia's Mists and Navels
Plan on mocha java, nitrous oxide and rack ‘em, Platypus.
Island instructions in the first verse insurrection;
Most people just sing the chorus.
See firefly! Luceola mingredica;
See Phitonomus Varnabilis.
And see winged ant Mirmica.
Awash a rare ring our cares away intuit,
Thread through ripe ears of wheat & egg crates
A caterpillar’s graphic phono in amusing poses.
Indefatigable dumbledores; all those years
Think back so suddenly through so suddenly perfect;
All those years concluded with the world’s positioned pen.
Spill spell shimmy and morph; walk with me
For I am one big open heart right now;
Watch my lips
For they are the last part of me to have touched my Daddy…
6.6.2004.
Posted at 11:42 PM
ahalla gained
In the floor and over yr boards and up to meet yr Lord;
Your cheeks again it rises up and back and forth
It verbs Ahalla gained in senses split;
Yr panties sneak right off to telephone a friend up north
Who is into music and film, word and what came ‘fore that;
1969 I was making my way on a cloud of tear gas and you were on the corner of ______ - this is true. You had met a good war and were wandering down the warehouse avenues mumbling, “If you wanna party like it’s 1999 then get yourself back to 1942, Blue.”
You and your off limits features conjure erotic reader.
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IAST1
To achieve great things
form alphabet omega letters;
write down what I said about
worldview treasures and traumas,
hauntings and other olio admissions.
Come into the city
have a sachet
or several bags filled with letters!
Tell me these are the same feelings,
the same longings lingering in our mouths.
Extinguished, Dear, I hope on the other side you look and sound the same.
It was a privilege to have all that with you,
a higher density happening what-a-ride-think-thanks.
Just memorize how much I love you and miss your face eyes
& whole lot with no new pictures, no new weather or sport talk, no new but will find heart ..
We are always leaving shall always depart
always coming in picking up
where we left off...
Posted at 11:38 PM
In Body Investigating Scar Tissue
I guessed where the invitations were hidden,
and some magnificent planets told me;
I followed the trail a splendid opening unmistakable,
Coiled comfortably everyone saints new phat or lean,
Extraordinary instrumentation, gleaming exterior coat and matching trim.
Wishes packed into cliffs, mighty high-altitude hunters pursued Peruvian demons and reindeer art scratched in black on stone walls begged for light;
In earth colors mammoths horses, depictions of physical labor, thousands carrying ceremonial objects -- and no two alike.
They fought inclement weather, psychic attack and starvation four pillars apart, yet somehow managed to amass great assemblages of art.
Their reflective bodies took many forms in new environments. Whatever the region, each of them transformed in most original and unique ways.
In some of the cave passages outlines were scratched of bison and wild oxen. Birthplaces and forbidding shores enveloped the land bridge into the New Caves, inside of which several adjoining galleries were seemingly frozen in time, were it to rule there.
Posted at 11:28 PM
Alabama Muse (aphrodisia)
Hey temperate plains Patagonia,
One species to another: Tune has her camera
Now, and the a^l^a^b^a^m^a^m^u^s^e - look at her eyes - they are the tortoise in the ocean, they are the hare with upturned collar black overcoat heading for hole with numerous plants, birds, small islands golden sub-Galapagos; they are the butter-bomb, poignant vintage/modern. a^l^a^b^a^m^a^m^u^s^e let me in and quick, ye Mothers, ere the merciful apparition dim – we have only to make ourselves fit to inhabit it, and nevertheless hope.
Cherished coral atolls
Circumnavigated, it is mid-summer:
Write sometime, or yawn yr precious creative wish in
Bursts of poetry radiant,
Right-on angle-elbow,
Right-on angel, spell it out
Your ever-fathomable eruptions and electromagnetic
Inductions in dynamo or on ruled or sensitized paper pet it.
Posted at 11:25 PM
Mascara and Mackerel Sky
Renowned delusions east-west kaleidoscope;
Right thinking measured left and Asia got mysterious all around:
Vampire cinemas, spooky ghosts and Chi, the genre that pangs of obligation invoke, the forgotten yoke forgotten by most.
(Storywriters restore the world while ghosts do action-horror films, comfortable with the stakes.)
The Asian eye collected fields of mortals and keys, too. It was a novel experiment full of flabbergasting, impromptu performances: Christ, Cicero, Socrates, Celine and Plato catching a commuter train, sparrow and cross with proof in the most precious psychogenes feeding
Their facial expressions, baby; their pregnant explanations:
Vicissitude, altered nation-states superimposed over flickering eyelids sophisticated, reborn renewed from the ground up you guessed it, so deep-seated: "He that hath ears let him hear."
On the dorsal side embedded let him hear,
Interbrain go in let him hear organs in the cone-dome doting.
The inner Self lives outside the temporal state, Beloved, where the only change is perception, where ______ will get you the wind & give your bones promotion in order to more appropriately express
23 self-communing chromosomes:
23 chromosomes in non-stop commotion samskara-swooning:
23 indelible infusions:
Amrak, son or daughter, Amrak apocrypha in goggles stained mosaic,
in flower meadow and cotton crop caffeinated, in whistle-stop
careening into cave-stop: Amrak Maria Ave,
Mum's the word: weather tidal waves, catastrophic flood Mana Animism, manna clocking birds wherever happenings happen and sweep past weekend’s apocrypha.
Passenger cars so easily become a sauna
And this is why they say It.
The entire Asian Middle East was Africa with so many Mamas 'til the kissing bugs drew in Lazarus, brother of Mary and Martha,
After being in the crypt for days: cherubim, seraphim, mischievous sprite juggling graves: seesaw (Atlantis/Antarctica), monkey bars, sandbox, commodities and something about slaves, aquatics, the stresses in the Ave.
Posted at 11:24 PM
Because Answers Answer Always (sho nuff)
Producers looking for air-headed hordes put Big Money Baggins in charge of research into inflatable crowds.
It's very touchy, but phenomenally cost effective.
In _______ they designed a prototype: a faceless, abdominally ripped courier type one with no limbs but "holding compartments."
Researchers tipped off the device by using short rat commands.
The new, scrupulously detailed models are based directly on first-hand studies and experience of The Original. There are soft, precisely accurate applications, authentic in persuasive close-ups. A scale re-creation, very convincing, die-cast and so official.
"When the dummies are in your sight something unprecedented happens -- computer painted masks become utterly lifelike, and the eyes are hooked."
To pimp thousands takes minutes to realize they're not real people,
And it's oh-so-easy to pick a new name with hints of the old name.
Posted at 11:22 PM
You have had many dates with cute Cadillac De Villes, and they are not even endangered...
"I will look into this phenomenon that's as good as smoking," said Lincoln, his eyes all lit up. Frank Sinatra, while lounging in a sweet black limousine in the '70s, switched his focus to similar studies, as did Humphrey Bogart and Houdini. The weather on these mountains, the wintering Monarchs and wintering roosts. Caterpillar to Chrysalis to Butterfly: "Hurry up already."
Superman in closed City Hall smoking room with krypton cigarette plume. Steady. Next stop: bingo parlor, followed by Tiki Lounge, restaurants, and other adrenaline-fueled venues.
Discotheque, Lincoln Town Car, Lincoln Town Car, Chrysler New Yorker, hermetically sealed jars in transvolcanic mountains, Lassie; and sometimes Saab, and sometimes Saab.
Superman spins around: "Fjord will use a heavier limousine chassis, which is capable of handling 7500 pounds of total weight. The cars will then be shipped to Utah for outfitting. The cars will be loaded with plates of ballistic steel; synthetic fibers will provide limited blast protection. First line of defense: Crown Victoria."
He would head to the Midwest to score for milkweed milkweed munch leaves of milkweed and transform.
Posted at 11:20 PM
Church of the Fair Ballerina's Drunken Lips
Most of these small doors could really use a good hinging and new legend letting go.
The result: In the heart of the Sahara Tara's lips will get you through help you grow and help her keep her youth. They do, and open for newfound land and records; six months of orders you'll forget them in a second. Hidden artifacts ten truckloads. Gems hardly faded, Domino. Scientific, then, her satorical plot and hey now mega-hook in white smock hey now crawling from cocoon under canopy flip-flop. Are you stirred euphoric too?
Posted at 11:19 PM
The War Joint
Army:
Demonstrate in rich detail authentic will and free speech by any means
Don’t when they say “Do” with the controversial Caliphornia Technology
Then you can rush-rush the in-bunch and earth-out the twin thesis
Take the organism in chief officer briefings authorized, and like a
Siren
Wail across the desert sand-barrier “Gas! Gas! Gas!”
No matter what put the mask on and exercise your angers away
We’re getting new equipment that won’t make you sick.
So retina out this wreckage & don’t let a successful narrative make you
A slave.
Signed,
bio-no-panic
Texas
Posted at 11:18 PM
the scar was very sexy
Big hurricane cristobal,
Blues shoot shooting disrobe – fall –
Get to dripping; file my thumb & breakaway pulse
Under ‘Swallow’ or “A Thousand Calls”
Drink the frightened fog in a striped and swirly straw.
Let everything forget and thirst whilst rescuers depart.
Child, this bold brush is a final push from the rooftops,
Funky and bitchin’ fucking delicious with indo-kinetic graphs;
Lucky there is a map meant for the transfused renaissance,
Nocturnal soul…
Lucky for the rats in the drain (drip-drop it go…)
We listen & Leylines observe; with an ear to the ground licking broad-bed laments, horizon noziro, the debut webbed, the conjoining of frayed ends split, numero dos y numero uno, rats in the random with disappearing eyes, drooping masks, pressed blouses; along the wall of one leaf mockingbird and infant arachnid speak…
We best a lot adjacent to captive camels hoofing peacock fleas; we rest our heads on hey bales of heydays, elbows of cribs; a better wrong becomes a fixation and hand-me-down habit lining 401 Lane to Camelot where we yank wet logs and cloudy people raining babies, crazy talk, layoffs, strikes; we roam by eye and eye not skin alone; we favor spider bites and the recapitulation of one wrong turn; we stretch our necks on Venus and interview the rabbit who better be the holy shit who better be the odd vision resurrection who better unlock the voodoo vest who better be – I confess – the bruise of a thousand years, a better villain bearing down. Bolder dig; I am recording
So feed us the jazzy custard and port, the flambé brulee, the teletronic aluminum strap, internal combustion and chow.
Feed us the deviant weight of our worth, get us drunk and burp.
I am recording; so feed us the fucking sea…
The Men and Women of Vigor Vibe
And ante every moment with epileptic bobs brought on by breathless theremin. Everyone bounces to the rumor and agrees: Sweat is the song’s body amplified; wild gestures for the blissful life compilation.
That smell is the South on the rise, and Chinese dumplings top secret. Right now the borough boasts exceptional sounds and scents in the air.
Inevitable defiance of the depressive buzz; phenomenal street cars gloat by with offers of streamlined magic rugs – this is where common sense is all-encompassing and all categories liars.
Immense commotion in starving to deflate assimilation: shock, horror - the gamut gauntlet in eavesdropping inferno. Creativity is going for them; will shake them up, backstroke those centuries to meet beneath their quietly aching feet: the vital vein garage. Masterpieces will
cut attention, abacus suppliers believe.
Picture what has been seen; imbibe the walks and wild-dance - we all want a taste. Napoleon invades fertile sands open sesame.
Posted at 11:14 PM
The Civilian Troubleshooters
Message boards across the young pink backs Asia Minor minutiae;
Every face into agriculture, which is an aim a phenomenon;
Greener islands become,
Say good times while the weather changes rock -
Fahrenheit worldwide and wetter – more meaning now:
The water-water and land-land, the fossilized pollen and savanna:
Middle East.
Meanwhile, thousands of acres farther inland, the day will come.
Posted at 11:11 PM
Coming of Age in the Board Room
Most obvious is the air, lost between rap concert and misogyny. But, she said, “At root this is about the community and jump-starting Dr. Pepper at the summit.” Celebrity activism and hip-hop get out the vote drives.
Most obvious industry moguls render New Jersey or Brooklyn beet-ovens generic in order to manifest 60-day legacies, and in cities across America they commemorate.
Kids all over the network are rising; they agree. Their simple plan he raps to keep them down; their simple plan he raps to make voting cool ‘cause your opinion counts. It impacts the wage and piggyback pricing; it perpetuates police brutality.
Political organizing, Bernard; more projects whereby decoy MCs believe they run the city. Sold over. Played. Dealer and lender cash in on leash:
Washout sheets!
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The Black Wind When Airplane Wondered
What was just now has spread, has been, with stars blowing up in the center where the action is American. Stands to say then we’ve been through the gauntlet. Our best dreams take Washington to heart while the snared merely meet it to be shocked and sated with lethargic memoirs. Priority publishing, they call it (a key to the base kingdom ruling). Several shootings poorly staged, a slew of bank robberies, dead cats and dead deer mauled, an innocent attacked in parking garage.
Think they can do these. In Paris last Sunday, then rebuked and formulated outcome, in Luxembourg with the big independent parties: Incumbents, referendums; crowds with sticks shout.
“Democracy, Prime Minister! And what a turnout.”
Posted at 11:09 PM
Rich Nerve Endings
Do you have scales?
Do you solo parachutist?
On lookout perch write a miracle?
Fulfill ambitions draw from dreams to wake up.
Confront your naked internship, human doctor.
Do that; shatter the nightmare. Do that spiritual addiction.
Photograph photographs unexplained, and directly the TV screen
When Satan is somber or somehow impaired or singing.
He is reliving his childhood in a landmark era with Pamela Lee.
Hello, this means that you are in the scene and skin maneuvers
Tonic and bossa beats, a blending of cerebral casualties.
When it comes slippery visuals and really optimum your tongue;
You reach the top all the way g-spot.
Wednesday’s some good day action.
Wednesday’s especially happening.
Did it ever occur?
It’s official! (“We entered through the very old blur”)
Posted at 11:08 PM
wreckboy
Coho salmon tanks
Fish fish and the other fish
Their own kind scarce
The findings that the fish held oceans in their mouths,
Populations, a bounty of food
Salmon Trojan horse soon
We should look in to unravel the supply
Migrate out of house
Cutthroat plentiful
And there
And there
Modified pens.
Posted at 11:05 PM
FWD GOOOD
Okay, now move a little ahead in time;
Okay then - Do you see any part of him
Out of the corner of your eye?
Okay then; it’s alright. Don’t let it disturb you.
Is the hall straight or curved? What color are his eyes?
What are you afraid of?
Is he trying to figure you out like you’re trying to figure him out?
Posted at 05:21 PM
On the End of Time, Homosapien
Applesauce,
We had our days mixed up because of the missing calendar pages and hidden dates. Yeah all them beautiful faces in the moment, though, so what does it really matter? Creation ought to identify them or, at least, offer a synopsis of the plot and perhaps a cast of characters. Either way it should be a hoot. I plan to be floating on my back turning clockwise and counter over fast cars, over trees, interwoven trees and streetlamps yonder. I plan to re-tour the detours and bestow the main road a hyperspace speaker.
Posted at 05:20 PM
Lavish Packaging, Pavlov
Consumers in the United States, London,
Yeah, yeah hip-hop generation;
Quickly catch the ear.
You have been very good to Pippy and her stalkings
Who want your baby to know what Cristal tastes like.
Regurgitated music drives merchandise.
Sales are shored up when loaned ice or sports car luxuries
Turn up on rappers in slick videos pushing economic tyranny
And cognac served neat or rocky with stick.
Studies show that hip-hop culture generates massive bling-bling for the bottom line; fastest selling sneakers and high-end brandy, sparkling wines peddled by the rise of the NBA.
Complex flavors favored by the most mediocre entertainers!
High-end gin and Courvoisier!
Who better than hip-hop, Reebock?
A marketing mixer for the home-run heroes,
But America was finally listening…
...
In the Field
Deemstar, deemstar,
Deemstar, Funk;
Deemstar, deemstar,
Decoy;
Little balls of tissue,
Heart-shaped boulders;
I might not cannot can’t not find You,
For I am lovesick and up to bat;
You can’t have disappeared like the Big Dipper -
I just had in my hand your shoulder.
We just talked about 30 some-odd junipers,
Six rattlers and a button.
I just helped you pull off yr boots.
You just asked when I was coming over.
6.7.04.
for Buddy
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The Black Box Tape is Finding an Audience
Dinkum in our headdresses colored, blazing and rooting out the robes who sold out the classic characters, who expo the wholesome cow and bookshow with glamorous gimmicks, the triple stages the modern gentleman's club, nouveau chocolate riches,
vintage cheese in bringing back sidekicks;
Old favorites new roots and top ten blondes;
Extremely popular stage: satire.
Extremely popular asides: mobb and moby and maybe moab on a happy postcard.
Watergate is bulimic and ashey lay an enabler with skinny fingers,
Advisory Boards, Hi-Tech telescopes and tweeters, drawn-up contracts:
Acquisitions, acquisitions, stockpile; acquisitions, ammunition:
Gain no pain alternative.
Mind this proclamation, Mixmaster, and craft your resourceful brain:
Tiny slips of paper grow kiss shit spit speak holler & hiss re-vile;
They make a salesman, a mohair sweater, a scowl as seen on gorgeous mannequin in storefront calendar window;
They make ricochet lynx on Mars and re-chord the rampant afterward,
Record the rad sarcophagus, restore the looted Source
In leftover collage: Paradise.
Two or three million of the long-dead escape for new beats neat or on ice;
Exhausted disguises depart in a carnage of rites -
Wolves in sheepskirts,
And demon and demon and Diamondback bands and priceless death-life -
Rib knit, inter-lock knit, nautical sleeve bands;
Window knit: 100% Caught-On.
Posted at 05:12 PM
Cold Day Clock
Cold day clock was electric during part of the preparation. It became flat at seven and had incorporated various resting positions grown to its liking. On each side of the enormous wall pictures were contrived for playback to the outside. Through an event like this an ulcer could become a poster hocking soda and unattainable plastic women,
Soapy, single, skimmed; the sun is on time it can’t be late it has my number.
Even wires develop habits and aspire to life-size cardboard cut-outs. They spend off hours stashing prototype placebos through picket fences; they fade-in images they torture. They guard meaningless doors with labels and uniforms for cement hustlers. The conception of remembrance is followed closely by a distant hum, bang and glow:
White-collar crime,
Trains and cities afire, jailers and nuns for hire, children left alone to build mainlines between decayed splinter piles and softly curious nights; there are miles of tongues draping West Texas flatlands, there are words of extinction in New Rome.
Posted at 05:08 PM
Japanese Whim the Life of a Young Blizzard
Early morning a stirring woodcutter tells a story to his wife;
She is the shapes he made in the snow as a child.
The secret: he disappears out the door and watches her like a gust of wind.
Posted at 05:07 PM
Slow Pill, Fast Pill (hypercharged head-set)
A public hospital
An emergency hospital
An ambulance company a studio back-lot
Where rockets are shot.
Some public advocates call it cryptofascism or hi-tech slavery.
Some say 'Crash! A degenerative spinal con-chip!"
Cockpit aeroplane cockroach wrists with charcoal eyes and manuscripts!
The modern Chanel skinny with hair braided like hers.
For months she sat in Los Angeles trying to remember her name,
Full of pretty blood and fantastic nerve, precious awaiting epiphany
So sleepy-eyed seeking caffeine tit between Tigris and Euphrates.
Missiles, close-ups, dust bowls;
Seals lawful and devoured by banks,
A novel a navel a swan-swept neck,
An eclipse in the episodic star wars wreck;
Apple core, crooked tower a flashbulb trek,
Mint and salt in the cuts,
Mint and salt in the cuts,
Galilee.
Al Fallujah, Mogadishu,
The Land of Punt;
Abu Dhabi, Dubai,
Abu Dhabi, Dubai,
Red Sea, Gulf of Aden,
Black Sea, Mediterranean
Lake Van to Batman in Turkey near the Caspian
In stolen phone booth framed.
Posted at 04:48 PM
Wild Wilderness Virgin
A mob of things,
thoughts thought: what a light, Etilataw,
and so many mics, Etilletas.
Go rest on your love-looking rays; de-rut!
Go in now show the pretty miracles the suffering ugly understood.
Raise yr own wine say it! Damn right - yr mind and the state of yr incredibly sacred mouth. Enigmatic onion native South.
Stop. Enter code or alarm will sound.
Now I am near you, noise in the U.S.A.
Now, as the West was won...follow the shapes;
Follow the warrior star once far, far away;
Wave jump East to the wave, to the wave find a way West.
You are a snowman in the desert; be a randy cat be a goatboy-sandman;
Free the concepts of everything you've ever said;
Still the can-sir and overshadow the clash;
Free the noise of New Rock - reach up and lick the wounded.
To prevent attacks check this notice from a friend and yr spectacular cellular memories and:
"Tell them you are a free man-woman-child and the cities will become quiet;
Also, remember the 23rd President - August 9, 2000 - you found a touchstone so look to the gaps and you'll find costumes. If you do not remember this, go read between the commercials, go back n' find Jack n' hear him out. Then you will be close to the answer. 'How was I built they ask? What do the writings portray?'"
The sounds will fill them in (this picture), but you know that - you genius;
You ethereal shit. You are You soon...you will receive a -
Am proud.
It was a bash and then some for my comfortable crystal antenna.
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Under Construction
Hey you, dragon!
The poet is living gnosis
sniffing at your mouth
and funny potions tasting
the ancient mind smiling holy and ecstasy-eyed
for the scapegoat (american body as always shown on living room floor or couch)
has increased heart to the blood flow in the moving picture show
spilling over the storm wise for stickers, prime time television rejects, that thick haze
and sonic distortion, bouncy textures electrifying the new man
who reported today the street sources say
mumbling free mumbling love like water
salt cuts fists and blood all around the wordpurr nekawa
under fertile mushroom near the planes and depths of space
a donut-shaped cage and dugout causeway
a space-book, busy world - and the spirit of man with a coat of paint.
Posted at 04:11 AM
buttery hardware
go mourn familial hair
so gone so close be good
be good be gone and made it so quietly
the very weight of the father
dragonflies doctor
snakes and breathe brooding
round a water-hose with a spider
its legs spread wider holding microphones
we go apollo island
because the words gonna wanna do something
came through in a riddle on a wire
Posted at 04:10 AM
The Liquid Caterpillar
When the heart is relaxed the truth is a verb,
A factor, a life-giving rule;
Diastolic: typically frenetic, and faster.
Evermore new the space odyssey current and function,
Two superior atria and air raids to the lungs:
Bright red branches make sparks and drool.
The largest artery; amino acids, fats, waste, dioxide;
Hearty bloody body and back; bacteria body-monk and shot:
White blood cells and smoke signals.
Surreal front porch doped on a soft-spot - shy Venus mind-shrine:
Organs, body, oxygen;
Miracle cures in the form of sugar.
We have the cure, Amnesia!
Posted at 03:54 AM
I Who the Women Caught
I am (in) the Western Fertile Crescent
With a memory of Me talking in the moonlight;
I had come from a world of –
Love letters;
Important Feminine Creatures, Man.
The still purr and ache climaxes in the dirty white cracks,
And I can't wait to track all my body down:
We were together; we started our day;
We closed it, pleased by the fact that we'd read a book that long.
See me looking intently at the words on her ankles / Mystical,
And I am the first Man at the counter.
Oh how nice it is how nice it is ~ "You look and feel tender."
In my mind's eye a picture of a woman and her stomach working on a dream. She spoke, bringing nourishment. After a couple of gulps I felt unstoppable...
Her little red jewel...
Her little red doorway to the Moon...
A Los Angeles magazine said, "Dazzling Wordsmith Words Worth Hit."
Each tune is manhood, street scratched, French, and written on loooong eyelashes…
Thoroughly adventurous and may help to find The Bridge, Her feet matching mine, backward and forward riddles, every blooming Muse booming radio tower. Soon. Soon. Sense Her.
Following the flood the flow of a wave, sweet stranger – I know Her again and again; fragrant perfect mind. At once the aphrodisiac finds the yen inner echo, a face and breath of words, curves, tobacco feasts.
Just the thought of Her (that’s right; there is)-
So there well…
So there now we have it…
So there is potential…
(Add to that a powerful strain of winners.)
Posted at 03:49 AM
URAL: Rebirth of a Movement
Ural Anderson dismissed Henry Don’s latest conclusion.
He noted, “Scientists have managed to flip the earth’s magnetic field
In lab simulations that envision a cooling core.”
And, Ural continued, “Henry Don’s experiments use mathematical models based on controlled nuclear reaction data.”
“FURTHERMORE, FLIP THE SHIP!” Ural quipped and slapped his knees,
“Reactions fluctuate as do prevailing views.”
“The Earth is worried,” Henry Don said. “And on Friday this paramount concentration will increase; don’t know what are the causes; don’t know how long it will take, but the core it may release if the Earth and its field are weakened. Iron. Nickel. Crystal it starts; in this day we say Terranauts! Neuronauts! Terranautical jibber-jabber changing these directions!”
“These fields we travel are _______ - but there’s no reason to inflict caveats on these topics. The uranium in the core could fry it up, or worse…”
(This is somewhat closer to the Upper Crust.)
In reality no one knows nothin’; many of my colleagues are ridiculous Jules Verne wannabes. Icelandic volcano; nuclear Earth; most scientists agree that the Earth thinks it is smaller than it really is… if the magnetic field is threatened this may bottom it out, etc.
“Years ago an amalgam of uranium inland, and a bunch of dinosaurs,” he argued. Disagreement begins over the mix of helium isotopes and what drives Science Fiction. What happened next is: a small amount of oxygen in the Earth’s magnetic field. All the trace elements drew near in highly controlled nuclear migrations. Billions of smaller elements collapsed in diameter, and remained as monuments. The consequences were created and expelled, creating again…
Posted at 03:48 AM
Swifty & the Devil's Lexicography
Posted at 03:46 AM
boy records fistfights...
Foul-mouth made it popular at the underground MC Shazaam
In a lyrical masquerade called the “Satah Aya LP: 21st Century.”
Which means strategic alliances, teams or sides, Direct Mail Marketing, orchestrated brawls, multiple marriage and divorce diversions: the date, the dress, the ring, the pre-nup, a certain thread count for so-called bands, bubbly, bubbly and bow-tie collars and birds and hide my gun in my boot; a cool $25 million dollars.
Posted at 11:44 PM
The Damper Pedal
Stations were on the dial and said, “If you own the tape it is because you know! Yellow bells will guide you and point to the way back behind the you-know-what: curtains. Remember?
“Curtains. So you bring the cape in a cab up and down or rather in and out of Congress Avenue, and you make yourself happy.”
You’re at the edge pronto and soon enough it’s adorable, manipulating the dial with your toes; black needle backlit bullion on the narrow dashboard flickering. On each station is a purported chance occurrence. One official says the province is overrun with rebels, so If you and I and your machine start chatting in a different tribal mix a key may materialize fit and function.
I have to say, the stereo with which you find yourself damper needs more digits or the cabbie may run the light. You can’t what?
A steering wheel, moveable type and hair, a wish to experience the very deliberate pleasure of a cruise through a muted stretch of docks and lake;
The reason why I called this line, this expressway, is for much improved mmmmmm – whatever we’re calling it. I’m sure you’ve seen the signs.
Posted at 11:44 PM
Sucienia's Mists and Navels
Plan on mocha java, nitrous oxide and rack ‘em, Platypus.
Island instructions in the first verse insurrection;
Most people just sing the chorus.
See firefly! Luceola mingredica;
See Phitonomus Varnabilis.
And see winged ant Mirmica.
Awash a rare ring our cares away intuit,
Thread through ripe ears of wheat & egg crates
A caterpillar’s graphic phono in amusing poses.
Indefatigable dumbledores; all those years
Think back so suddenly through so suddenly perfect;
All those years concluded with the world’s positioned pen.
Spill spell shimmy and morph; walk with me
For I am one big open heart right now;
Watch my lips
For they are the last part of me to have touched my Daddy…
6.6.2004.
Posted at 11:42 PM
ahalla gained
In the floor and over yr boards and up to meet yr Lord;
Your cheeks again it rises up and back and forth
It verbs Ahalla gained in senses split;
Yr panties sneak right off to telephone a friend up north
Who is into music and film, word and what came ‘fore that;
1969 I was making my way on a cloud of tear gas and you were on the corner of ______ - this is true. You had met a good war and were wandering down the warehouse avenues mumbling, “If you wanna party like it’s 1999 then get yourself back to 1942, Blue.”
You and your off limits features conjure erotic reader.
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IAST1
To achieve great things
form alphabet omega letters;
write down what I said about
worldview treasures and traumas,
hauntings and other olio admissions.
Come into the city
have a sachet
or several bags filled with letters!
Tell me these are the same feelings,
the same longings lingering in our mouths.
Extinguished, Dear, I hope on the other side you look and sound the same.
It was a privilege to have all that with you,
a higher density happening what-a-ride-think-thanks.
Just memorize how much I love you and miss your face eyes
& whole lot with no new pictures, no new weather or sport talk, no new but will find heart ..
We are always leaving shall always depart
always coming in picking up
where we left off...
Posted at 11:38 PM
In Body Investigating Scar Tissue
I guessed where the invitations were hidden,
and some magnificent planets told me;
I followed the trail a splendid opening unmistakable,
Coiled comfortably everyone saints new phat or lean,
Extraordinary instrumentation, gleaming exterior coat and matching trim.
Wishes packed into cliffs, mighty high-altitude hunters pursued Peruvian demons and reindeer art scratched in black on stone walls begged for light;
In earth colors mammoths horses, depictions of physical labor, thousands carrying ceremonial objects -- and no two alike.
They fought inclement weather, psychic attack and starvation four pillars apart, yet somehow managed to amass great assemblages of art.
Their reflective bodies took many forms in new environments. Whatever the region, each of them transformed in most original and unique ways.
In some of the cave passages outlines were scratched of bison and wild oxen. Birthplaces and forbidding shores enveloped the land bridge into the New Caves, inside of which several adjoining galleries were seemingly frozen in time, were it to rule there.
Posted at 11:28 PM
Alabama Muse (aphrodisia)
Hey temperate plains Patagonia,
One species to another: Tune has her camera
Now, and the a^l^a^b^a^m^a^m^u^s^e - look at her eyes - they are the tortoise in the ocean, they are the hare with upturned collar black overcoat heading for hole with numerous plants, birds, small islands golden sub-Galapagos; they are the butter-bomb, poignant vintage/modern. a^l^a^b^a^m^a^m^u^s^e let me in and quick, ye Mothers, ere the merciful apparition dim – we have only to make ourselves fit to inhabit it, and nevertheless hope.
Cherished coral atolls
Circumnavigated, it is mid-summer:
Write sometime, or yawn yr precious creative wish in
Bursts of poetry radiant,
Right-on angle-elbow,
Right-on angel, spell it out
Your ever-fathomable eruptions and electromagnetic
Inductions in dynamo or on ruled or sensitized paper pet it.
Posted at 11:25 PM
Mascara and Mackerel Sky
Renowned delusions east-west kaleidoscope;
Right thinking measured left and Asia got mysterious all around:
Vampire cinemas, spooky ghosts and Chi, the genre that pangs of obligation invoke, the forgotten yoke forgotten by most.
(Storywriters restore the world while ghosts do action-horror films, comfortable with the stakes.)
The Asian eye collected fields of mortals and keys, too. It was a novel experiment full of flabbergasting, impromptu performances: Christ, Cicero, Socrates, Celine and Plato catching a commuter train, sparrow and cross with proof in the most precious psychogenes feeding
Their facial expressions, baby; their pregnant explanations:
Vicissitude, altered nation-states superimposed over flickering eyelids sophisticated, reborn renewed from the ground up you guessed it, so deep-seated: "He that hath ears let him hear."
On the dorsal side embedded let him hear,
Interbrain go in let him hear organs in the cone-dome doting.
The inner Self lives outside the temporal state, Beloved, where the only change is perception, where ______ will get you the wind & give your bones promotion in order to more appropriately express
23 self-communing chromosomes:
23 chromosomes in non-stop commotion samskara-swooning:
23 indelible infusions:
Amrak, son or daughter, Amrak apocrypha in goggles stained mosaic,
in flower meadow and cotton crop caffeinated, in whistle-stop
careening into cave-stop: Amrak Maria Ave,
Mum's the word: weather tidal waves, catastrophic flood Mana Animism, manna clocking birds wherever happenings happen and sweep past weekend’s apocrypha.
Passenger cars so easily become a sauna
And this is why they say It.
The entire Asian Middle East was Africa with so many Mamas 'til the kissing bugs drew in Lazarus, brother of Mary and Martha,
After being in the crypt for days: cherubim, seraphim, mischievous sprite juggling graves: seesaw (Atlantis/Antarctica), monkey bars, sandbox, commodities and something about slaves, aquatics, the stresses in the Ave.
Posted at 11:24 PM
Because Answers Answer Always (sho nuff)
Producers looking for air-headed hordes put Big Money Baggins in charge of research into inflatable crowds.
It's very touchy, but phenomenally cost effective.
In _______ they designed a prototype: a faceless, abdominally ripped courier type one with no limbs but "holding compartments."
Researchers tipped off the device by using short rat commands.
The new, scrupulously detailed models are based directly on first-hand studies and experience of The Original. There are soft, precisely accurate applications, authentic in persuasive close-ups. A scale re-creation, very convincing, die-cast and so official.
"When the dummies are in your sight something unprecedented happens -- computer painted masks become utterly lifelike, and the eyes are hooked."
To pimp thousands takes minutes to realize they're not real people,
And it's oh-so-easy to pick a new name with hints of the old name.
Posted at 11:22 PM
You have had many dates with cute Cadillac De Villes, and they are not even endangered...
"I will look into this phenomenon that's as good as smoking," said Lincoln, his eyes all lit up. Frank Sinatra, while lounging in a sweet black limousine in the '70s, switched his focus to similar studies, as did Humphrey Bogart and Houdini. The weather on these mountains, the wintering Monarchs and wintering roosts. Caterpillar to Chrysalis to Butterfly: "Hurry up already."
Superman in closed City Hall smoking room with krypton cigarette plume. Steady. Next stop: bingo parlor, followed by Tiki Lounge, restaurants, and other adrenaline-fueled venues.
Discotheque, Lincoln Town Car, Lincoln Town Car, Chrysler New Yorker, hermetically sealed jars in transvolcanic mountains, Lassie; and sometimes Saab, and sometimes Saab.
Superman spins around: "Fjord will use a heavier limousine chassis, which is capable of handling 7500 pounds of total weight. The cars will then be shipped to Utah for outfitting. The cars will be loaded with plates of ballistic steel; synthetic fibers will provide limited blast protection. First line of defense: Crown Victoria."
He would head to the Midwest to score for milkweed milkweed munch leaves of milkweed and transform.
Posted at 11:20 PM
Church of the Fair Ballerina's Drunken Lips
Most of these small doors could really use a good hinging and new legend letting go.
The result: In the heart of the Sahara Tara's lips will get you through help you grow and help her keep her youth. They do, and open for newfound land and records; six months of orders you'll forget them in a second. Hidden artifacts ten truckloads. Gems hardly faded, Domino. Scientific, then, her satorical plot and hey now mega-hook in white smock hey now crawling from cocoon under canopy flip-flop. Are you stirred euphoric too?
Posted at 11:19 PM
The War Joint
Army:
Demonstrate in rich detail authentic will and free speech by any means
Don’t when they say “Do” with the controversial Caliphornia Technology
Then you can rush-rush the in-bunch and earth-out the twin thesis
Take the organism in chief officer briefings authorized, and like a
Siren
Wail across the desert sand-barrier “Gas! Gas! Gas!”
No matter what put the mask on and exercise your angers away
We’re getting new equipment that won’t make you sick.
So retina out this wreckage & don’t let a successful narrative make you
A slave.
Signed,
bio-no-panic
Texas
Posted at 11:18 PM
the scar was very sexy
Big hurricane cristobal,
Blues shoot shooting disrobe – fall –
Get to dripping; file my thumb & breakaway pulse
Under ‘Swallow’ or “A Thousand Calls”
Drink the frightened fog in a striped and swirly straw.
Let everything forget and thirst whilst rescuers depart.
Child, this bold brush is a final push from the rooftops,
Funky and bitchin’ fucking delicious with indo-kinetic graphs;
Lucky there is a map meant for the transfused renaissance,
Nocturnal soul…
Lucky for the rats in the drain (drip-drop it go…)
We listen & Leylines observe; with an ear to the ground licking broad-bed laments, horizon noziro, the debut webbed, the conjoining of frayed ends split, numero dos y numero uno, rats in the random with disappearing eyes, drooping masks, pressed blouses; along the wall of one leaf mockingbird and infant arachnid speak…
We best a lot adjacent to captive camels hoofing peacock fleas; we rest our heads on hey bales of heydays, elbows of cribs; a better wrong becomes a fixation and hand-me-down habit lining 401 Lane to Camelot where we yank wet logs and cloudy people raining babies, crazy talk, layoffs, strikes; we roam by eye and eye not skin alone; we favor spider bites and the recapitulation of one wrong turn; we stretch our necks on Venus and interview the rabbit who better be the holy shit who better be the odd vision resurrection who better unlock the voodoo vest who better be – I confess – the bruise of a thousand years, a better villain bearing down. Bolder dig; I am recording
So feed us the jazzy custard and port, the flambé brulee, the teletronic aluminum strap, internal combustion and chow.
Feed us the deviant weight of our worth, get us drunk and burp.
I am recording; so feed us the fucking sea…
The Men and Women of Vigor Vibe
And ante every moment with epileptic bobs brought on by breathless theremin. Everyone bounces to the rumor and agrees: Sweat is the song’s body amplified; wild gestures for the blissful life compilation.
That smell is the South on the rise, and Chinese dumplings top secret. Right now the borough boasts exceptional sounds and scents in the air.
Inevitable defiance of the depressive buzz; phenomenal street cars gloat by with offers of streamlined magic rugs – this is where common sense is all-encompassing and all categories liars.
Immense commotion in starving to deflate assimilation: shock, horror - the gamut gauntlet in eavesdropping inferno. Creativity is going for them; will shake them up, backstroke those centuries to meet beneath their quietly aching feet: the vital vein garage. Masterpieces will
cut attention, abacus suppliers believe.
Picture what has been seen; imbibe the walks and wild-dance - we all want a taste. Napoleon invades fertile sands open sesame.
Posted at 11:14 PM
The Civilian Troubleshooters
Message boards across the young pink backs Asia Minor minutiae;
Every face into agriculture, which is an aim a phenomenon;
Greener islands become,
Say good times while the weather changes rock -
Fahrenheit worldwide and wetter – more meaning now:
The water-water and land-land, the fossilized pollen and savanna:
Middle East.
Meanwhile, thousands of acres farther inland, the day will come.
Posted at 11:11 PM
Coming of Age in the Board Room
Most obvious is the air, lost between rap concert and misogyny. But, she said, “At root this is about the community and jump-starting Dr. Pepper at the summit.” Celebrity activism and hip-hop get out the vote drives.
Most obvious industry moguls render New Jersey or Brooklyn beet-ovens generic in order to manifest 60-day legacies, and in cities across America they commemorate.
Kids all over the network are rising; they agree. Their simple plan he raps to keep them down; their simple plan he raps to make voting cool ‘cause your opinion counts. It impacts the wage and piggyback pricing; it perpetuates police brutality.
Political organizing, Bernard; more projects whereby decoy MCs believe they run the city. Sold over. Played. Dealer and lender cash in on leash:
Washout sheets!
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The Black Wind When Airplane Wondered
What was just now has spread, has been, with stars blowing up in the center where the action is American. Stands to say then we’ve been through the gauntlet. Our best dreams take Washington to heart while the snared merely meet it to be shocked and sated with lethargic memoirs. Priority publishing, they call it (a key to the base kingdom ruling). Several shootings poorly staged, a slew of bank robberies, dead cats and dead deer mauled, an innocent attacked in parking garage.
Think they can do these. In Paris last Sunday, then rebuked and formulated outcome, in Luxembourg with the big independent parties: Incumbents, referendums; crowds with sticks shout.
“Democracy, Prime Minister! And what a turnout.”
Posted at 11:09 PM
Rich Nerve Endings
Do you have scales?
Do you solo parachutist?
On lookout perch write a miracle?
Fulfill ambitions draw from dreams to wake up.
Confront your naked internship, human doctor.
Do that; shatter the nightmare. Do that spiritual addiction.
Photograph photographs unexplained, and directly the TV screen
When Satan is somber or somehow impaired or singing.
He is reliving his childhood in a landmark era with Pamela Lee.
Hello, this means that you are in the scene and skin maneuvers
Tonic and bossa beats, a blending of cerebral casualties.
When it comes slippery visuals and really optimum your tongue;
You reach the top all the way g-spot.
Wednesday’s some good day action.
Wednesday’s especially happening.
Did it ever occur?
It’s official! (“We entered through the very old blur”)
Posted at 11:08 PM
wreckboy
Coho salmon tanks
Fish fish and the other fish
Their own kind scarce
The findings that the fish held oceans in their mouths,
Populations, a bounty of food
Salmon Trojan horse soon
We should look in to unravel the supply
Migrate out of house
Cutthroat plentiful
And there
And there
Modified pens.
Posted at 11:05 PM
FWD GOOOD
Okay, now move a little ahead in time;
Okay then - Do you see any part of him
Out of the corner of your eye?
Okay then; it’s alright. Don’t let it disturb you.
Is the hall straight or curved? What color are his eyes?
What are you afraid of?
Is he trying to figure you out like you’re trying to figure him out?
Posted at 05:21 PM
On the End of Time, Homosapien
Applesauce,
We had our days mixed up because of the missing calendar pages and hidden dates. Yeah all them beautiful faces in the moment, though, so what does it really matter? Creation ought to identify them or, at least, offer a synopsis of the plot and perhaps a cast of characters. Either way it should be a hoot. I plan to be floating on my back turning clockwise and counter over fast cars, over trees, interwoven trees and streetlamps yonder. I plan to re-tour the detours and bestow the main road a hyperspace speaker.
Posted at 05:20 PM
Lavish Packaging, Pavlov
Consumers in the United States, London,
Yeah, yeah hip-hop generation;
Quickly catch the ear.
You have been very good to Pippy and her stalkings
Who want your baby to know what Cristal tastes like.
Regurgitated music drives merchandise.
Sales are shored up when loaned ice or sports car luxuries
Turn up on rappers in slick videos pushing economic tyranny
And cognac served neat or rocky with stick.
Studies show that hip-hop culture generates massive bling-bling for the bottom line; fastest selling sneakers and high-end brandy, sparkling wines peddled by the rise of the NBA.
Complex flavors favored by the most mediocre entertainers!
High-end gin and Courvoisier!
Who better than hip-hop, Reebock?
A marketing mixer for the home-run heroes,
But America was finally listening…
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In the Field
Deemstar, deemstar,
Deemstar, Funk;
Deemstar, deemstar,
Decoy;
Little balls of tissue,
Heart-shaped boulders;
I might not cannot can’t not find You,
For I am lovesick and up to bat;
You can’t have disappeared like the Big Dipper -
I just had in my hand your shoulder.
We just talked about 30 some-odd junipers,
Six rattlers and a button.
I just helped you pull off yr boots.
You just asked when I was coming over.
6.7.04.
for Buddy
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The Black Box Tape is Finding an Audience
Dinkum in our headdresses colored, blazing and rooting out the robes who sold out the classic characters, who expo the wholesome cow and bookshow with glamorous gimmicks, the triple stages the modern gentleman's club, nouveau chocolate riches,
vintage cheese in bringing back sidekicks;
Old favorites new roots and top ten blondes;
Extremely popular stage: satire.
Extremely popular asides: mobb and moby and maybe moab on a happy postcard.
Watergate is bulimic and ashey lay an enabler with skinny fingers,
Advisory Boards, Hi-Tech telescopes and tweeters, drawn-up contracts:
Acquisitions, acquisitions, stockpile; acquisitions, ammunition:
Gain no pain alternative.
Mind this proclamation, Mixmaster, and craft your resourceful brain:
Tiny slips of paper grow kiss shit spit speak holler & hiss re-vile;
They make a salesman, a mohair sweater, a scowl as seen on gorgeous mannequin in storefront calendar window;
They make ricochet lynx on Mars and re-chord the rampant afterward,
Record the rad sarcophagus, restore the looted Source
In leftover collage: Paradise.
Two or three million of the long-dead escape for new beats neat or on ice;
Exhausted disguises depart in a carnage of rites -
Wolves in sheepskirts,
And demon and demon and Diamondback bands and priceless death-life -
Rib knit, inter-lock knit, nautical sleeve bands;
Window knit: 100% Caught-On.
Posted at 05:12 PM
Cold Day Clock
Cold day clock was electric during part of the preparation. It became flat at seven and had incorporated various resting positions grown to its liking. On each side of the enormous wall pictures were contrived for playback to the outside. Through an event like this an ulcer could become a poster hocking soda and unattainable plastic women,
Soapy, single, skimmed; the sun is on time it can’t be late it has my number.
Even wires develop habits and aspire to life-size cardboard cut-outs. They spend off hours stashing prototype placebos through picket fences; they fade-in images they torture. They guard meaningless doors with labels and uniforms for cement hustlers. The conception of remembrance is followed closely by a distant hum, bang and glow:
White-collar crime,
Trains and cities afire, jailers and nuns for hire, children left alone to build mainlines between decayed splinter piles and softly curious nights; there are miles of tongues draping West Texas flatlands, there are words of extinction in New Rome.
Posted at 05:08 PM
Japanese Whim the Life of a Young Blizzard
Early morning a stirring woodcutter tells a story to his wife;
She is the shapes he made in the snow as a child.
The secret: he disappears out the door and watches her like a gust of wind.
Posted at 05:07 PM
Slow Pill, Fast Pill (hypercharged head-set)
A public hospital
An emergency hospital
An ambulance company a studio back-lot
Where rockets are shot.
Some public advocates call it cryptofascism or hi-tech slavery.
Some say 'Crash! A degenerative spinal con-chip!"
Cockpit aeroplane cockroach wrists with charcoal eyes and manuscripts!
The modern Chanel skinny with hair braided like hers.
For months she sat in Los Angeles trying to remember her name,
Full of pretty blood and fantastic nerve, precious awaiting epiphany
So sleepy-eyed seeking caffeine tit between Tigris and Euphrates.
Missiles, close-ups, dust bowls;
Seals lawful and devoured by banks,
A novel a navel a swan-swept neck,
An eclipse in the episodic star wars wreck;
Apple core, crooked tower a flashbulb trek,
Mint and salt in the cuts,
Mint and salt in the cuts,
Galilee.
Al Fallujah, Mogadishu,
The Land of Punt;
Abu Dhabi, Dubai,
Abu Dhabi, Dubai,
Red Sea, Gulf of Aden,
Black Sea, Mediterranean
Lake Van to Batman in Turkey near the Caspian
In stolen phone booth framed.
Posted at 04:48 PM
Wild Wilderness Virgin
A mob of things,
thoughts thought: what a light, Etilataw,
and so many mics, Etilletas.
Go rest on your love-looking rays; de-rut!
Go in now show the pretty miracles the suffering ugly understood.
Raise yr own wine say it! Damn right - yr mind and the state of yr incredibly sacred mouth. Enigmatic onion native South.
Stop. Enter code or alarm will sound.
Now I am near you, noise in the U.S.A.
Now, as the West was won...follow the shapes;
Follow the warrior star once far, far away;
Wave jump East to the wave, to the wave find a way West.
You are a snowman in the desert; be a randy cat be a goatboy-sandman;
Free the concepts of everything you've ever said;
Still the can-sir and overshadow the clash;
Free the noise of New Rock - reach up and lick the wounded.
To prevent attacks check this notice from a friend and yr spectacular cellular memories and:
"Tell them you are a free man-woman-child and the cities will become quiet;
Also, remember the 23rd President - August 9, 2000 - you found a touchstone so look to the gaps and you'll find costumes. If you do not remember this, go read between the commercials, go back n' find Jack n' hear him out. Then you will be close to the answer. 'How was I built they ask? What do the writings portray?'"
The sounds will fill them in (this picture), but you know that - you genius;
You ethereal shit. You are You soon...you will receive a -
Am proud.
It was a bash and then some for my comfortable crystal antenna.
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