drizzles slop from eves leaving linear imprints in mud
gray as sunrises in blinded window
pains of living
turn full at tilt
midnight into out
walls superscript 3 dimensions of 5
6 murky puddles in tell s ect
2
aspens 2 oaks branch rigid, brittle color
leaking sky into the narrow road
a vast river overwhelms
my interior island
7
is a number outside the cube.
unless, i consider the infinitereflect beams
and imagine therein an odd-shaped lucky encounter.
8 old selves pile in right corners
one is violent
another gardens violets
me foreign grapple easyover words
I mother wait
5 hides a child in a pink tent. her brother's belt
6 an adult
7 fetus again
8 why did i come?
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plasticteeth glare in a white plasticlight
tv taught me
buy.
car of plastic, runs on pre-plastic.
tin cans,
glass bottles
each plastic labled,
ajax, joy, lisol, and tampax,
plastify my touches
i play house. kitchen
is toy food
shipped in plastic boxes with plastic tape in plastic trucks. fertilized with then sprayed to
no grow wild flowers, only wheatthins
sprouted on plastic stalks
dull in the sun.
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my roommate glows
the white screen yells her to buy bounty.
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an amount of money or other reward offered by an organization for the capture of a person or thing
the corporation shrink wraps people
a fair trade: you give me plastic
for the capture of my brain
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hell p me
plastic'sallisee
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what will become
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of me if i shake free?
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
quest (ion) impossitive
there thingd to discover even insid the plexiglass cuble. how it is. infinite ricochet shifts small inlight.
its night I mourn the loss of daylute formy eyesarent good inthid quality of glow
ohell
the moment is food for any insight
in sight:
headlights on Moran turn this way, away
fromgreen spot flooding the corner house
my own freelection superimposed upon the naybur's
oranfe curtain. hung sideaways om haste
to keep my rubber eyes from bouncing into the family
doing naked things
not interested. eyes are a tired inn
struments
nasal of cilia eaten away in toxic fire retardant cyanide
ears? buzzing or my nerves coffee
sounds opaque, a blanket of appetite
shuts off the fridge
airplane engine is screaming wind
skids a tire
invisible on ice
i wake swerving up
i sleep again
water fills my car
sinks
i live,
you?
distracted by sense
dreamless into sleep
its night I mourn the loss of daylute formy eyesarent good inthid quality of glow
ohell
the moment is food for any insight
in sight:
headlights on Moran turn this way, away
fromgreen spot flooding the corner house
my own freelection superimposed upon the naybur's
oranfe curtain. hung sideaways om haste
to keep my rubber eyes from bouncing into the family
doing naked things
not interested. eyes are a tired inn
struments
nasal of cilia eaten away in toxic fire retardant cyanide
ears? buzzing or my nerves coffee
sounds opaque, a blanket of appetite
shuts off the fridge
airplane engine is screaming wind
skids a tire
invisible on ice
i wake swerving up
i sleep again
water fills my car
sinks
i live,
you?
distracted by sense
dreamless into sleep
Here Stands a Cube
high on s windy hill
s plexiglass sixside windoq witha gurl inside. outside oon z hill a protection
warplane
not protection warplane warplane and tanks and big orange bombs. children in the nice school draw a picture.
the hill covered black with red flaring missiles
i no see the cube beyond the chared prairie grasses my home is
the nice children live in big
they can not imagine athe smallness of "once was home"
he crayoned purple hills under all the missiles, the land was purple!
i told the little boy that his fantasy lives
bombs bomb. otherboys,
other as is
other is far
anotherland
............
filled eyescape, running circular the parameter inside cube madining
panorama of the 6 sides defunct joint 4 reflect 2 slabs of oil reflecting slippery
rain as bombs run
this is a sick imagining
thaat bombs fall on vacant land
s plexiglass sixside windoq witha gurl inside. outside oon z hill a protection
warplane
not protection warplane warplane and tanks and big orange bombs. children in the nice school draw a picture.
the hill covered black with red flaring missiles
i no see the cube beyond the chared prairie grasses my home is
the nice children live in big
they can not imagine athe smallness of "once was home"
he crayoned purple hills under all the missiles, the land was purple!
i told the little boy that his fantasy lives
bombs bomb. otherboys,
other as is
other is far
anotherland
............
filled eyescape, running circular the parameter inside cube madining
panorama of the 6 sides defunct joint 4 reflect 2 slabs of oil reflecting slippery
rain as bombs run
this is a sick imagining
thaat bombs fall on vacant land
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tapped
wires run wild over the vineways
we are white screens
the white screens are salting our eyes
this is the "bad" salt
the king that blinds us
HATE for the gold king
we are white screens
the white screens are salting our eyes
this is the "bad" salt
the king that blinds us
HATE for the gold king
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The Diamond Daimon
where there are rocks, no flesh.
more more holes in fingers eaten soul by flitter invasion frivol
eyes burnt by the coke brain
red wine lipliner
tufts of whispy hairpointed ears and a mink coat
"its my personality that makes me beautiful"
not the handmade shoes, hoes, Kristal or bulbous nose.
a-temptation to buy friends
pure evil
erup live
corrupte
money power is powder
cant keep the tongue in
lye
covering the stench of
drunken consumption
oil over my dead body dead body oil lubercating the earth plates
earthquake
unoiled joints spillinto the sea. lifeforms die
billionaire hands
oily rich, filthy
he and the whore faked their
hair
of hardened
flying plastic bag in the branch a black almost bird.
strangled from life
wild rainblow in the sky at the hour of mass emissions
same sheen in asphalt
the swirled eyes half on gallons of Kettle One, in bottle caps of coke, nose and Codine but no notoriety.
the mirror is hard on him
sparkle dis- tracted eyes in the green vacuum.
desirous of evermore though not creative enough to obtain
he trys to buy people to hell
but "nobody loves him"
except his older brother Earl, to whom his evil live belongs.
*infinite$ etinifni* into$ otni* a$ a* reflected$ detcelfer* hole$ eloh* the$ eht* Daimond$ dnomiaD* Daimon$ nomiaD* never$ reven* found$ dnuof* a$ a* place$ ecalp* to$ ot* rest$ tser* his$ sih* sad$ das* head$ deah* but$ tub* sparkle$ elkraps* deeper$ repeed* trapped$ deppart* wading$ gnidaw* waiting$ gnitiaw* to$ ot* rub$ bur* the$ eht* wet$ tew* confusion$ noisufnoc* from$ morf* ugly$ ylgu* orifices$ secifiro* not$ ton* acceptable$ elbatecca* hearing$ gniraeh* or$ ro* sight$ thgis* being$ nosrep* will$ lliw* fuck$ kcuf* himself$ flesmih* into$ otni* cube$ ebuc* disaster$ retsasid* greed$ deerg* flow$ wolf*
more more holes in fingers eaten soul by flitter invasion frivol
eyes burnt by the coke brain
red wine lipliner
tufts of whispy hairpointed ears and a mink coat
"its my personality that makes me beautiful"
not the handmade shoes, hoes, Kristal or bulbous nose.
a-temptation to buy friends
pure evil
erup live
corrupte
money power is powder
cant keep the tongue in
lye
covering the stench of
drunken consumption
oil over my dead body dead body oil lubercating the earth plates
earthquake
unoiled joints spillinto the sea. lifeforms die
billionaire hands
oily rich, filthy
he and the whore faked their
hair
of hardened
flying plastic bag in the branch a black almost bird.
strangled from life
wild rainblow in the sky at the hour of mass emissions
same sheen in asphalt
the swirled eyes half on gallons of Kettle One, in bottle caps of coke, nose and Codine but no notoriety.
the mirror is hard on him
sparkle dis- tracted eyes in the green vacuum.
desirous of evermore though not creative enough to obtain
he trys to buy people to hell
but "nobody loves him"
except his older brother Earl, to whom his evil live belongs.
*infinite$ etinifni* into$ otni* a$ a* reflected$ detcelfer* hole$ eloh* the$ eht* Daimond$ dnomiaD* Daimon$ nomiaD* never$ reven* found$ dnuof* a$ a* place$ ecalp* to$ ot* rest$ tser* his$ sih* sad$ das* head$ deah* but$ tub* sparkle$ elkraps* deeper$ repeed* trapped$ deppart* wading$ gnidaw* waiting$ gnitiaw* to$ ot* rub$ bur* the$ eht* wet$ tew* confusion$ noisufnoc* from$ morf* ugly$ ylgu* orifices$ secifiro* not$ ton* acceptable$ elbatecca* hearing$ gniraeh* or$ ro* sight$ thgis* being$ nosrep* will$ lliw* fuck$ kcuf* himself$ flesmih* into$ otni* cube$ ebuc* disaster$ retsasid* greed$ deerg* flow$ wolf*
Friday, January 14, 2011
Imprisoned
a couple a summers ago,
a physic young crackhead sold me a throat,
"dark frog you!" she croak.
desolate corner.street. fishy swamp soap trickles ovary
the fresh powder.
teeth chatter
and sweat feetsoak. down feather dank overworld whirled a paper tornado
of brown skin
i am bleached. it burns to be clean
as my colorless larynx
disruptured when she sang the crack song.
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another Saturday's Child
whitey gets the chocolate mopped from his cheek by his mother's
milk cloth
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open for attack
widespread sleep. horror of observation.
stabbing her good-eye.
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in the desert
a man named joe
snow
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i am lesbian-man. love me.
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the muddy river
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a corpse's open eyes
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
jaundiced
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------scaring the black magic children.
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river.
a canyon.
wood ash and bleach stones
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mix a Mandarin-Italian mutt
whose umbilical chord pulses in the white snow
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my shivers are your shadows
three degrees below
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the point of human start sorrow
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------bone white as your snow
marrow
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
married to mine
in rich, cold blood-cell toffee.
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if you were to eat people,
who would you choose?
we took a portrait of the lamb before the sacrifice.
before the slaughter,
laughter
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a violent circumcision
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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or he is unclean.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
and I always, unable to unclean
between 6 white walls
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
twenty gunshots on the prairie
polka-dot hat
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------no police. he asks the woman why her husband lets her out.
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dead skin makes sex funner.
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a gold locket holds his dried foreskin to her chest
moon
a physic young crackhead sold me a throat,
"dark frog you!" she croak.
desolate corner.street. fishy swamp soap trickles ovary
the fresh powder.
teeth chatter
and sweat feetsoak. down feather dank overworld whirled a paper tornado
of brown skin
i am bleached. it burns to be clean
as my colorless larynx
disruptured when she sang the crack song.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
another Saturday's Child
whitey gets the chocolate mopped from his cheek by his mother's
milk cloth
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
open for attack
widespread sleep. horror of observation.
stabbing her good-eye.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
in the desert
a man named joe
snow
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i am lesbian-man. love me.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the muddy river
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
a corpse's open eyes
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
jaundiced
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------scaring the black magic children.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
river.
a canyon.
wood ash and bleach stones
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
mix a Mandarin-Italian mutt
whose umbilical chord pulses in the white snow
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
my shivers are your shadows
three degrees below
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the point of human start sorrow
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------bone white as your snow
marrow
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
married to mine
in rich, cold blood-cell toffee.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
if you were to eat people,
who would you choose?
we took a portrait of the lamb before the sacrifice.
before the slaughter,
laughter
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
a violent circumcision
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
or he is unclean.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
and I always, unable to unclean
between 6 white walls
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
twenty gunshots on the prairie
polka-dot hat
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------no police. he asks the woman why her husband lets her out.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
dead skin makes sex funner.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
a gold locket holds his dried foreskin to her chest
moon
The Direction
be multi-color if language bequit us
erratic cycles intersect
finite lines
polyhedron in their exactitude:
the limit
unable to stifle
thyself, nor for god.
erratic cycles intersect
finite lines
polyhedron in their exactitude:
the limit
unable to stifle
thyself, nor for god.
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