Friday, February 10, 2012
Into Silence.
This is not quite what I mean to say.
The music of breathing. A symphony! A symphony of nothing: breathing. Of the past and of the future, of life and death, of silence and sound, of everything and nothing woven together in an intricate tapestry. Touching the fabric of reality.
(composed immediately after a DMT experience)
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Owner of a Loving God
A god is a luxurious thing to own. If it loves you. The feel of the fur alone is enough to seduce you. Downy hair, smooth. A wealth of hair, better than the hair on your own head, covering the warm, palpitating body. A body so unobtrusive and bendable and adaptable. The god fits in crannies and withstands being held against the chest for hours. The belly of large gods is covered with a light fuzz which grows to full length with time, but the belly hair of a small, wiggly god stays short and silky, much like the hair of an infant, sensitive to your touch. All have urgent eyes. A loving god loves with its tongue. The tongue is alive. Warm and smooth, the textural difference in the sea of fur, like patent leather on cashmere. The tilt of the face and quadrupedal squat set the tongue as an extremity. The tongue meets the world. The tongue meets other gods in the rear extremity. The exchange is natural and honest. But if it is your god, you might not chance that type of encounter. Once it is accustomed to interacting with your nose and cheeks, your god, especially a lady god, will shun all other encounters. The god will be the object of your touch and affection. The god is aesthetic, ergonomic and is composed with irresistible symmetry. The god and its owner engage in a shared sensualism. The hand longs to stroke the god. The god longs to be stroked by the hand. Petting can go on for long lulls, only interrupted by the god’s pink tongue on your hand, face, and neck. Licking that lasts longer than little fits of gratitude is a god’s selfish pleasure. The owner also enjoys the furious lather until it remembers its personhood.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Mannequin Room
a moldy orange. is thrown into a sink
shredded. cloth is on the floor
there is. a misunderstanding
but intense. déjà vu
a baseball game, not even casually. watching
glancing here and there, wandering. in thought
even. when the ball is thrown
a. small child to the right
lost in a color-thought. autistic world
places a hand. to his lips
wiggles. his fingers
and vividly. grants a vision of the world
being torn asunder. by tiny were-bats
discon.necting the grotesque machinery of reality
an old-folks home, mental health facility, or. abandoned school
no one really. knows
the elderly faction laugh and play, dancing in. an empty ballroom
for they know, hear, and. see nothing
just down. the hall
there is an old room. full of mannequins
happily. avoided
the mannequin room. may be room 101, or it may be shell beach
depending. upon who enters
an old man, just. inside, guards the door
peering. through the window
ushering random travelers aside. with a smile
shielding. eyes from the horrible truth
been. here before, yet different
the simulation. continues
walking as. synthetic lifeforms
until things are finally set right.
Monday, October 31, 2011
More Youtube Closed Caption Fun
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Closed Caption Interpretation of Rick Perry's Speech at Orange County Rally:
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Closed Caption Interpretation of Mitt Romney's "Corporations are People" Speech:
To make sure that the promises we made in social security medicaid and medicare are promises we can't keep. Endeavors ways of doing that; one is really raise taxes on the moon. Bhai Sahab, Perry says people write passes. Porcelain everywhere reserves the right off the leaders of these, a with bells on -- aas have here hondacarland delays that since it was that that's at the approach that other things members the reason they surrendered promises we made a promise. Is that we can keep in my view of the reasons that it's in our hearts higher income people receiving rapid growth in their benefits and privileges you don't agree with that you want to get wealthier people bigger portion has a right, and I think we should have what's was billed as progressive index and I think we all subjects are considered on their retirement age. Those are things that should be tried excited about how I disagree with that as well. Five years, yes, they did not make promises. We can't even get his allies say this: I appreciate that capital finish Dennis don't.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
my mouth is bad for you
speak of stink ranges. vocal volleys. its hot on your bad.sex
like hounds braying a donkey warm citrus surge
finger itch
body scribe
internal turning. seething teeth
like feet
everything about feet
smell lint clinging fungal folds cites of skins
homunculi tending invert steeples \\\\////
on face, on grass,
blood
rare
tunnels////////////////////////////////
real wet look
mouth is wax for moon
hands up, panties down
its on to you
newspapers on soles dragged lakes wrong type blood infusions
too rich
your weather
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
New poems; New layout (Matt's Images)
hurricane spray
flow meter
tongue blade
spinal needles
razor tape
safety anal chords
hazard meter
dragon test equipment
valley lab pencils
cod man irrigator
stopcocks
salem pump
tegaderm
crash cart
patient pack glass
yanker suction
waterproof tape
smoke compartment
diablo saw
shave tray
transpore tape
micropore tape
kangaroo spike
kangaroo pump
feeding spike
eternal substitution
ted hose knee
ted hose thigh
bovie pens
adapt powder
metal talking tracks
saline bullets
*
fistfuls of mouths
and dirt
and the indelible guilt
wells up
there's nothing more to smile
under a splatter of stars
some light seems dark
fake
a lot of time
also a tear
in four ear molds
gathering inside
worth
and shame
and control
embryo
flitter
fling out
stretch, slant,
terrible knot
associated with throats
spools of blood tighten
nerves & verge
verve
hurl wicker
thoughts,
springtime ragas
Surely the heat will pass up as the breeze
hotter bludgeon
burgeoning stone
wet, whetted, whistling
proboscis
mere headfuls
of mercury
decide to vanish,
or vanquish
or grow in spasms in froth
ghosts of silence
Monday, May 9, 2011
Conversations of Festival International 2011
You'll just have to suck at a bar.
Men in hats love cold beer.
That girl's from Ireland.
We're gonna see it.
I know you, and you've got a feeling.
Orangutan, a baby gorilla.
We've got a dog with them.
I think I took two.
Oh, you got a rat, that's awesome.
I know you said the meat kabob was good.
It was a bowl of fish.
Me neither, I knew brown.
No, you didn't.
Everybody got family probably.
I lost my shoes last night, so I was walking everywhere barefooted, and then finally I found them.
Hey, you know, I messed with the wrong mechanic.
He got tired of walking after he traded his Mustang for an eight-ball of cocaine.
method: I walked around the festival with a recording device, picking up fragments of people's random conversations, usually no more than a single random line. After listening to the recording, I arranged these lines into a poem that is significantly less dark as compared with my previous Festival International work.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Happy Birthday Emily & New Layout (and poem)
Also, new layout (thanks sam, for images).
Also, poem:
I circuit bent Bukowski I touched
his insides wet fingers
There wasn't enough room.
No wishing for wishes; lick sucking sick lips
Turned me metallic.
Dream falling waste
to try and upwards die,
Forever fall.
Infinite is always zero
in greater than prolapse,
Portcullis churns.
The best You ever had
momentum none
Dinner at last a candle,
Tablet last at.
Memory storm layers
Lair of liars (supposedly).
An eye for a feather,
Counterbalance Icarus, feather in the sun
Son for a father.
Orchid trails heard a long
the bald path of the lord of the lies.
throat orange fire
Garish whorls silver etch
Her dream disemboweled wet
world high.
Words happen freely
Jitter skitter
leapt a void perhaps synapse intact
Conduit intangible apropos.
Pigglass and razorblades.
What holds true in the land of doubt:
arid acronyms sacrilegious diction
whirlwind comatose in mirror,
Yes, yellow
feet membranous sheer
symbols-----
A lot has changed
In the empire of ghosts.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Found Poem 2011
Ride away stillborn eyes
Legs yearn to touch ground they ache
After a night
Of tossing and hard dreams
Huddled with the elder apes
Fists coiled in their bellies
Or clutching bowls of bean mud billowing steam
In complaint
Slip into the area behind sleep in front
Speech erupts: I'm not here, really, how is
This happening
Without me?