Monday, March 31, 2008

Ware art thou?

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hand held load
more modes to move tonally
grow stop sow grow stop start go
for winter perforating a perfect time to sock the stalled watch
mother nature is a single parent
suffering from father time's unwillingness to change
direction

-------------------------------->drilling.

small mouthes spilt
the pigs of men
wheather permitting
dogs to war simply
spatulas spatially marooned

a theme of abandonment coarses the style
biting while warping boards of a house yet unneglected
still breathing
built upon boredom
slung within sodom

the bomb

Sunday, March 30, 2008

and nothing to show for it all

one ruddy penny for one stinkin eye
a blighter bound for hades with half the price of admission
cast below the wet rock in soggy midsummer
and lifted from the damp barn-hay in afternoon wallow-times
nicked a pumpernickel from the jack o' lantern store owned by Muddy Joe,
and pilfered an old oil lamp from the soldiers' co-op to light my path
down the cavern way...
took the side road in, paved my way with bread crumbs for the hunger backtrack
but once in, I knew I would never stop.
Halfway to hell on half a loaf of stomached rye, deep humid breaths smelling of underground lakes wafted noseward
I walked in my shadow all along
Passed the doors carved by women long past, each leading off to a realm of unknowable colour and rage,
up and down the rocky staircases pretending to be natural,
along the throbbing vein of the cave that knew so much time.
sleep and dreams merged with conscious musings,
no difference no more anyhow.
I ate the rocks as the months passed, my insides craving for the gravelly warmth of stones,
i became one, my jaw set, my eyes hard, my chest solid,
growled my way into ancient philosophies,
and then the lights became clear.
Wonder why I didn't notice them before.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Dance Karamitsu-san!

Curled up
Fyodor in the snow, the red pika leaper, grand wagon gravel, Kremlin smell

Tuned out
Brainy river forest, hands tied leapt sump, humidore torpedo, brain slug slow-mo

Singed lightly
Fly high, lip unfurled, blue liqueur smooth de-jure, rubik's noob

Gripped tightly
Onto sights, shiny lights, can't heave ho let go, flow on the go, no mo'

Fear bile
forced smile, cry normalcy, sigh mundiferously, grinzel tomohawks


Fuck.