Trapezoids are flaked like tomorrow.
Birds fly between bushes for safety.
An ant knows much better than us
how much to expect from a crumb.
Everything is potent: just depends on
how hot is your flame. (;) Licorice.
Or anise. One of those herbs whose
scent I don't care for. Why mix it?
If I want horehound I want horehound,
not some basil cultivar, or coriander.
31 January 2011
] art [ (or the exclusion thereof) #meta
There is a snail
beneath the post
beneath the nose
beneath the closet
under the water
look out it's hotter
in here than there
look out -- oh where
oh where oh where
are ] art [ thou brother
ask like Venison
eat like heather.
That being the plant's
revenge, you know: You were proper. Now you are Doppler.
An effect, direct
look at me and I eat you
not to be perverse but to be true
God! Slosh! Bilge! Dammit.
I eat Swiss chard like an Army Knife.
I leave alone the biggest skies
hover (so ordinary) as a Cleveland pie
gross hamburgers and snacks on the way side
too bad my H.S. wasn't Bayside.
beneath the post
beneath the nose
beneath the closet
under the water
look out it's hotter
in here than there
look out -- oh where
oh where oh where
are ] art [ thou brother
ask like Venison
eat like heather.
That being the plant's
revenge, you know: You were proper. Now you are Doppler.
An effect, direct
look at me and I eat you
not to be perverse but to be true
God! Slosh! Bilge! Dammit.
I eat Swiss chard like an Army Knife.
I leave alone the biggest skies
hover (so ordinary) as a Cleveland pie
gross hamburgers and snacks on the way side
too bad my H.S. wasn't Bayside.
Tyco & The Sexuals
I'm missing that bone in my body
that one that says, stop? when we do
not want to. Or the one that says
here we go, like a lamb begging forgiveness.
Of course I've been down the road.
Of course I've gagged deliverance.
You cannot shout without hearing
the reverb of said verb. Language
without an actuary is actually
quite wholesome, still, math w/o
the durress, the unimpressed suburban
teens (teens! still!) looking ho-hum
at the blackboard who am I kidding
POWERPOINT thinking about most recent
sexual encounter and wondering whether
Alpha Phi was "her dish"; Smokestacks
on the land actuary,
( actually )
hover about the
campus--some reminder must seep through
of the industry that wrought it all--someone
must thumb the eye of the Luddites;
smoke tactics above
the land ORDINARY. We believe in leaving
enough evidence behind. Tyco Brahe. Amelia
Air-Heart. I bet my lungs on the stock
market. They sold for more than I imagined,
which is pretty high, because my lungs
are my dad are my heart are my wings
without them I get nowhere
inhaling air, something we call oxygen,
which is really just whatever makes you
live, life istelf, a literal ubiquitous
shround of life, so disguised, is dis-
counted. And so around we sit talking
about football (just another proxy for
war, of course) and Sarah Palin. We
get it, women are sexual.
that one that says, stop? when we do
not want to. Or the one that says
here we go, like a lamb begging forgiveness.
Of course I've been down the road.
Of course I've gagged deliverance.
You cannot shout without hearing
the reverb of said verb. Language
without an actuary is actually
quite wholesome, still, math w/o
the durress, the unimpressed suburban
teens (teens! still!) looking ho-hum
at the blackboard who am I kidding
POWERPOINT thinking about most recent
sexual encounter and wondering whether
Alpha Phi was "her dish"; Smokestacks
on the land actuary,
( actually )
hover about the
campus--some reminder must seep through
of the industry that wrought it all--someone
must thumb the eye of the Luddites;
smoke tactics above
the land ORDINARY. We believe in leaving
enough evidence behind. Tyco Brahe. Amelia
Air-Heart. I bet my lungs on the stock
market. They sold for more than I imagined,
which is pretty high, because my lungs
are my dad are my heart are my wings
without them I get nowhere
inhaling air, something we call oxygen,
which is really just whatever makes you
live, life istelf, a literal ubiquitous
shround of life, so disguised, is dis-
counted. And so around we sit talking
about football (just another proxy for
war, of course) and Sarah Palin. We
get it, women are sexual.
29 January 2011
New Meme: All is Occult
One day we'll realize
fat though we've gotten or
erroneous, spirit free, (we're
still here) as full of
acid-washed jeans as a Hollister store.
All is occult.
fat though we've gotten or
erroneous, spirit free, (we're
still here) as full of
acid-washed jeans as a Hollister store.
All is occult.
25 January 2011
growing, still
This begets that. Like an oven
out the loaves come, bread.
Here, I say, or, take this:
this is what I mean. Your
tears feel warm as they fall
but I couldn't say for sure.
We're still sitting here. We're
still, sitting here. We've
never been here before. I swear,
you know,
I swear; ...I'm still sitting here.
out the loaves come, bread.
Here, I say, or, take this:
this is what I mean. Your
tears feel warm as they fall
but I couldn't say for sure.
We're still sitting here. We're
still, sitting here. We've
never been here before. I swear,
you know,
I swear; ...I'm still sitting here.
24 January 2011
Land of accepted parts
The land of accepted parts
is in a way the deliverance
of all problems leftist, right,
and remaining
to be solved like May salami.
That's right I'm nautical
or maybe just problematic.
I keep my Jews locked up in the attic.
I won't apologize for being creative.
And I refuse to fear what some character
might claim to want to do. All is occult.
is in a way the deliverance
of all problems leftist, right,
and remaining
to be solved like May salami.
That's right I'm nautical
or maybe just problematic.
I keep my Jews locked up in the attic.
I won't apologize for being creative.
And I refuse to fear what some character
might claim to want to do. All is occult.
22 January 2011
Land
This the land of sacred parts,
the range of the smooth grains
in other words:
great sand in these parts.
On which the great rain falls
green train farms, America is limbic
& bank alarms, calls from here to there
to establish the veracity of the crime
the crime the crime.
The soul, the wine.
Watch time unwind--so trite--but seriously
I have a ball of twine called TIME &
daily I unwind it. One side of the room,
other side of the room. Its width is
how much time we have left. Its length
is how pregnant are these next thoughts:
the thoughts lent to one another,
conversation, is mental pollination.
I leave the room silent like poison gas
or a mathematically perfect ass
(although Seife is right that there's no
formula thereof) -- This sentence's
beginning was unexpectedly dark.
Sometimes our convo turns that way, Rachel,
these are real names of people I've consulted
with in real life, in dreams, in imagination.
My friend told me she saw Imaginarium of Dr.
Parnassus. I said did you know that was Heath
Ledger's last movie? She said yes. Then said,
"He is so sexy." I said, “You mean, he was.”
the range of the smooth grains
in other words:
great sand in these parts.
On which the great rain falls
green train farms, America is limbic
& bank alarms, calls from here to there
to establish the veracity of the crime
the crime the crime.
The soul, the wine.
Watch time unwind--so trite--but seriously
I have a ball of twine called TIME &
daily I unwind it. One side of the room,
other side of the room. Its width is
how much time we have left. Its length
is how pregnant are these next thoughts:
the thoughts lent to one another,
conversation, is mental pollination.
I leave the room silent like poison gas
or a mathematically perfect ass
(although Seife is right that there's no
formula thereof) -- This sentence's
beginning was unexpectedly dark.
Sometimes our convo turns that way, Rachel,
these are real names of people I've consulted
with in real life, in dreams, in imagination.
My friend told me she saw Imaginarium of Dr.
Parnassus. I said did you know that was Heath
Ledger's last movie? She said yes. Then said,
"He is so sexy." I said, “You mean, he was.”
21 January 2011
Nada Figs
On the one hand, I ate 5 figs
on the other, nada. Not a fig.
Not one for my right hand man. Fingerfood can be so fickle.
I chose the right side of the bed - wrong again
faced against a wall, faced with it all
dreaming of dreaming
conceiving an inception - is that possible?
perceiving deception in a mystical sense but
not able to do anything about it
with the exception of staying awake, I suppose
the only part of me asleep is my arm
and maybe my leg.
Hope the trapezoids aren't flaked tomorrow.
on the other, nada. Not a fig.
Not one for my right hand man. Fingerfood can be so fickle.
I chose the right side of the bed - wrong again
faced against a wall, faced with it all
dreaming of dreaming
conceiving an inception - is that possible?
perceiving deception in a mystical sense but
not able to do anything about it
with the exception of staying awake, I suppose
the only part of me asleep is my arm
and maybe my leg.
Hope the trapezoids aren't flaked tomorrow.
Topher at the salad bar
On the one hand
are found five digs.
Rift valley,
segue Briggs. Higgs,
you know--Boson. The maitre de without the inflection
and the song's wrong. But I got your soupcon
got your coupe (de) wrong; drop-top, (heme)
not the scooped long. Lamborghini; car dong.
Snakebite terrace 4. [& tobacco bong]
I looked a lot like Topher Grace
without the salad tongs.
are found five digs.
Rift valley,
segue Briggs. Higgs,
you know--Boson. The maitre de without the inflection
and the song's wrong. But I got your soupcon
got your coupe (de) wrong; drop-top, (heme)
not the scooped long. Lamborghini; car dong.
Snakebite terrace 4. [& tobacco bong]
I looked a lot like Topher Grace
without the salad tongs.
12 January 2011
owl broadcast 31
birds can't broadcast
but do get lost
like where go?
where'd go my condo?
I mean my condor,
just flew out the front door,
lawn chairs at the cinema
elbow grease in the quad
i lather up for the skinema
i turn up my iPod.
birds lost like hoot where
you lost there? but owl here
eyes so human now
we're straight owl-grooving, ow!
owl broadcast
number thirty-one
i left my roost
sought out a dirty ones
found a feathery missus
raised me a some owlets
killed a couple cameramen
for eating an (f)owl omelet.
but do get lost
like where go?
where'd go my condo?
I mean my condor,
just flew out the front door,
lawn chairs at the cinema
elbow grease in the quad
i lather up for the skinema
i turn up my iPod.
birds lost like hoot where
you lost there? but owl here
eyes so human now
we're straight owl-grooving, ow!
owl broadcast
number thirty-one
i left my roost
sought out a dirty ones
found a feathery missus
raised me a some owlets
killed a couple cameramen
for eating an (f)owl omelet.
U N V E I L
this is war
come back to my house
down the mouth
through the back
out the ass, please cut the grass
i've already been here
i don't know where else to go
--there--
where? (under (the )(blue dark (of)
(skies ))) where (I) (know damn well)
you are too hiding
are too ; weld ; also too hiding
too welded to hide it -- one part ;
one body; one manse; -- all her clothes &
everything they were made of
finally gone, finally just something forgotten
do you understand how we've arrived here?
It's not the idea that this isn't something. It's the idea,
plain and simple, that doing this is good, and this is
a place to do it! BRIGHT ::::: RIGHT ::::: HOT :::::
American tragedies, as they unveil themselves
unveil
U N V eil
thEMs E L Ves
w/ ease ---
UnVeil UNVEIL ------- ::::::
as they
unveil they became dark. They grow and percolate
white golden shining edges the edges of a lark the edges
of a madman harvesting his goddam gold
[[ the gold of wheat
the gold of a madman
the gold of a wheatman
the gold of god ]]
Gold of -- What, man? -- Good gold of the old blood.
God's blood of the old good. Good God here's the bold
board. God loaf what's this van-good. Good God man I meant
VANGUARD. What hence such vainglory? How does
it so ever-presently sleep, here? How so ever slowly
bloomed out so carefully crinkled and rolled in there,
rolled in and rolled out and rolled a third time maybe,
just tolled up in there; real tight so tight we got open a window-shade
and go to town on a virgin; ;
The Great Good God of Microwave pizza
pants dropping at the luncheon, elsewhere,
there was this terrible differencing
of place alt attitudes clothes
pierced nipples fear fat-checks
miasma (of her cigarette) governor's blowjob
etc.
come back to my house
down the mouth
through the back
out the ass, please cut the grass
i've already been here
i don't know where else to go
--there--
where? (under (the )(blue dark (of)
(skies ))) where (I) (know damn well)
you are too hiding
are too ; weld ; also too hiding
too welded to hide it -- one part ;
one body; one manse; -- all her clothes &
everything they were made of
finally gone, finally just something forgotten
do you understand how we've arrived here?
It's not the idea that this isn't something. It's the idea,
plain and simple, that doing this is good, and this is
a place to do it! BRIGHT ::::: RIGHT ::::: HOT :::::
American tragedies, as they unveil themselves
unveil
U N V eil
thEMs E L Ves
w/ ease ---
UnVeil UNVEIL ------- ::::::
as they
unveil they became dark. They grow and percolate
white golden shining edges the edges of a lark the edges
of a madman harvesting his goddam gold
[[ the gold of wheat
the gold of a madman
the gold of a wheatman
the gold of god ]]
Gold of -- What, man? -- Good gold of the old blood.
God's blood of the old good. Good God here's the bold
board. God loaf what's this van-good. Good God man I meant
VANGUARD. What hence such vainglory? How does
it so ever-presently sleep, here? How so ever slowly
bloomed out so carefully crinkled and rolled in there,
rolled in and rolled out and rolled a third time maybe,
just tolled up in there; real tight so tight we got open a window-shade
and go to town on a virgin; ;
The Great Good God of Microwave pizza
pants dropping at the luncheon, elsewhere,
there was this terrible differencing
of place alt attitudes clothes
pierced nipples fear fat-checks
miasma (of her cigarette) governor's blowjob
etc.
slow | candle | girl | crisis
Is fat ugly. Am I here. Where did I come from.
Is fat
is it, ... ...ugly. Do you think
you deserve a good friend (red friend)
if your treat her blue? Do you think
as time encompasses us that we know
how to raise skylarks, any longer? Going
longer than I have gone since the secessions
didn't use to pass out those folders didn't use to use those words didn't use to use those guns I didn't
so softly girl
you were so very softly something [ ]
how to explain being high
can't explain when i'm not ( )
it feels like a fever we've shaken
((A FIRE!!!)) ((A FIRE IN THEM WOODS))
a woods we've been down before but barely
remember. It's contours--mabye and edgy here,
[an edge, there]
or a corpuscle here, maybe here's where people sat.
But being in the candle light tonight let's not let ourselves
get carried away.
Is fat
is it, ... ...ugly. Do you think
you deserve a good friend (red friend)
if your treat her blue? Do you think
as time encompasses us that we know
how to raise skylarks, any longer? Going
longer than I have gone since the secessions
didn't use to pass out those folders didn't use to use those words didn't use to use those guns I didn't
so softly girl
you were so very softly something [ ]
how to explain being high
can't explain when i'm not ( )
it feels like a fever we've shaken
((A FIRE!!!)) ((A FIRE IN THEM WOODS))
a woods we've been down before but barely
remember. It's contours--mabye and edgy here,
[an edge, there]
or a corpuscle here, maybe here's where people sat.
But being in the candle light tonight let's not let ourselves
get carried away.
10 January 2011
Daring criticism of plastic and support of sloppy metaphor
Monsoon wrote:
"...in the sea with the planktonic swimmers
among the flagellum and jellyfish nerve nets
is an anti-bone death camp called PLASTIC INC.
reaping quarterly profits by the boatload,
the trashbag, the discarded packaging, bottles,
cartons, wrappers, decals, coatings and trimmings
and covering of all synthetic varietals
blooming detritus plastic unborn
and born again in a most unnatural soup
soup of the lakefish
steermeat of steermeat (registered trademark)
plastic of the dumpfish degraded, dead."
Months later, the media found this in their dredging of all portals interweb, and used to is show how Monsoon was an anti-plastic, anti-corporate loon. Forever lionized in the effete wooden salons of elitist scions like Georgetown. Forever vilified in the hard-working, God-fearing hubs of American paradise like Lowell, Mass. and Canton, Ohio.
"...in the sea with the planktonic swimmers
among the flagellum and jellyfish nerve nets
is an anti-bone death camp called PLASTIC INC.
reaping quarterly profits by the boatload,
the trashbag, the discarded packaging, bottles,
cartons, wrappers, decals, coatings and trimmings
and covering of all synthetic varietals
blooming detritus plastic unborn
and born again in a most unnatural soup
soup of the lakefish
steermeat of steermeat (registered trademark)
plastic of the dumpfish degraded, dead."
Months later, the media found this in their dredging of all portals interweb, and used to is show how Monsoon was an anti-plastic, anti-corporate loon. Forever lionized in the effete wooden salons of elitist scions like Georgetown. Forever vilified in the hard-working, God-fearing hubs of American paradise like Lowell, Mass. and Canton, Ohio.
05 January 2011
I'm a Snowy Owl
Birds can't broadcast, so we growl
and hoot about days past
perching on a porch, porching on perch
my biggest vice versa is candles.
Averse to vices like pudding pie
such as: protons and negatrons
or Megatron - Calvin Johnson
his name is Yon Yonson
he's from Detroit, Wisconsin
he was a lumberjack
now he's just black
face it, that's racist.
Fuck it, erase it
My poetry's not going over well today
and hoot about days past
perching on a porch, porching on perch
my biggest vice versa is candles.
Averse to vices like pudding pie
such as: protons and negatrons
or Megatron - Calvin Johnson
his name is Yon Yonson
he's from Detroit, Wisconsin
he was a lumberjack
now he's just black
face it, that's racist.
Fuck it, erase it
My poetry's not going over well today
Birds Are Texting Each Other
Exactly at this moment
birds are texting each other.
They've mastered our technology;
They're just waiting to take over.
Waiting for the opportune moment.
This has been going on throughout human history.
Why do you think we killed the passenger pigeons?
You think they were so plentiful they blotted out the sun, and then, one day, just like that, they were gone?
Ha ha, you. You probably believe in continental drift or "software."
(In this symphony inspired by Superman
which I'm listening to
there are whistles.
They are strangely appealing.)
The worst are the red-winged. I dare not utter their full name.
Birds called them the "black hope."
They are first in line to begin the attack and enslavement of humans.
That's how's come [sic] we had to kill a bunch of 'em in Arkansas the other day.
You think it's a coincidence that Arkansas lost to Ohio State a couple days later? In football? C'mon. Don't tell me you believe everything you hear over the radio. You think birds can't broadcast? What do you think their plumage is for? Why do they fly around all willy-nilly? You think they don't have PLANS for us, after all? Don't you realize they CAN FLY??? CAN YOU FLY??? How hollow are your bones? You think osteoporosis is a disease? WAKE UP, America. Your country is being stolen from you and replaced by a flighty menace: bird-people.
If birds can't broadcast I'm a snowy owl.
It's strangely appealing in this dark hollowed out tree
and I think I'll sleep, since it's daytime... in Hawaii.
birds are texting each other.
They've mastered our technology;
They're just waiting to take over.
Waiting for the opportune moment.
This has been going on throughout human history.
Why do you think we killed the passenger pigeons?
You think they were so plentiful they blotted out the sun, and then, one day, just like that, they were gone?
Ha ha, you. You probably believe in continental drift or "software."
(In this symphony inspired by Superman
which I'm listening to
there are whistles.
They are strangely appealing.)
The worst are the red-winged. I dare not utter their full name.
Birds called them the "black hope."
They are first in line to begin the attack and enslavement of humans.
That's how's come [sic] we had to kill a bunch of 'em in Arkansas the other day.
You think it's a coincidence that Arkansas lost to Ohio State a couple days later? In football? C'mon. Don't tell me you believe everything you hear over the radio. You think birds can't broadcast? What do you think their plumage is for? Why do they fly around all willy-nilly? You think they don't have PLANS for us, after all? Don't you realize they CAN FLY??? CAN YOU FLY??? How hollow are your bones? You think osteoporosis is a disease? WAKE UP, America. Your country is being stolen from you and replaced by a flighty menace: bird-people.
If birds can't broadcast I'm a snowy owl.
It's strangely appealing in this dark hollowed out tree
and I think I'll sleep, since it's daytime... in Hawaii.
Condor
Your eyes are guns. Don't look at me. Okay, look.
Can't shoot me. I'm to fun to hate. To fun to date. To grown
to be a plate, platter-ware doesn't unshine itself any longer
the fad is to BE CLEAN these days.
Ovenware. Cladmits. I believe in the
supreme power of Friends Park. Porn is nihilism. Just
move the blossom. Gross over the park bore
bore? well, a boar's cynicism. A tough world for
a young pig anyway, growing up, dodging humans,
eating snails, collards, dust-shovels, earthworms,
micro/macrotopes, topes, topes, topes . . .
I mean torpedoes and ropes and Gandalf
hope lasers spearmint gourds gourds gourds
this is a prayer or a lament
this is a prayer or a mint
the latter will help you breathe
the former will save your life
Praise Jesus
palaise de Jesus
John's house
a clover ceiling
a lung a clueless dog a home-weird falcon a cock a handsome devil
your girlfriend comparing you to an egg
your money becoming insects
your penis enlarging its skeleton
your hands become butterflies
your snake dicing itself
the same splicing weirdos
the AV club
spice
extra-terrestrials
legal highs
David Nichols
Purdue researchers
naked weirdos
slipshod wankers
British hairdos
growing out bangs
growing out hashmarks
harvesting wet dads, clad? are we? is this real life?
the snake / the hard / the water / the clobe
madeup words
half-hard caves of snakepit snowballs melted,
now water, are hardcore lies not lies polls not polls
lies i'm serious i'm joking i'm
not listening you cannot
can't end your candor accountant
a condor
a fountain
birds are texting
what's next
Can't shoot me. I'm to fun to hate. To fun to date. To grown
to be a plate, platter-ware doesn't unshine itself any longer
the fad is to BE CLEAN these days.
Ovenware. Cladmits. I believe in the
supreme power of Friends Park. Porn is nihilism. Just
move the blossom. Gross over the park bore
bore? well, a boar's cynicism. A tough world for
a young pig anyway, growing up, dodging humans,
eating snails, collards, dust-shovels, earthworms,
micro/macrotopes, topes, topes, topes . . .
I mean torpedoes and ropes and Gandalf
hope lasers spearmint gourds gourds gourds
this is a prayer or a lament
this is a prayer or a mint
the latter will help you breathe
the former will save your life
Praise Jesus
palaise de Jesus
John's house
a clover ceiling
a lung a clueless dog a home-weird falcon a cock a handsome devil
your girlfriend comparing you to an egg
your money becoming insects
your penis enlarging its skeleton
your hands become butterflies
your snake dicing itself
the same splicing weirdos
the AV club
spice
extra-terrestrials
legal highs
David Nichols
Purdue researchers
naked weirdos
slipshod wankers
British hairdos
growing out bangs
growing out hashmarks
harvesting wet dads, clad? are we? is this real life?
the snake / the hard / the water / the clobe
madeup words
half-hard caves of snakepit snowballs melted,
now water, are hardcore lies not lies polls not polls
lies i'm serious i'm joking i'm
not listening you cannot
can't end your candor accountant
a condor
a fountain
birds are texting
what's next
Hey Bo Diddley
Sup? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKYSAfbOCPc
Your breath smells like guns
moo-shoo chicken
lazy-eyed truckers over-hyphenate
de-hydrated apricots
taste like rainbows
Skittles are the truth
would I lie to you?
My favorite cheese is Fluglehornn
"Luck is everything" -- Maniac Magee
Your breath smells like guns
moo-shoo chicken
lazy-eyed truckers over-hyphenate
de-hydrated apricots
taste like rainbows
Skittles are the truth
would I lie to you?
My favorite cheese is Fluglehornn
"Luck is everything" -- Maniac Magee
01 January 2011
Myriad Vocabulary
Bleary-eyed apothecary
Happy January
I'm eleven
Don't know what galvanize means
but I wish I did
I don't do hard drugs
I just fish and stuff
Happy January
I'm eleven
Don't know what galvanize means
but I wish I did
I don't do hard drugs
I just fish and stuff
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