sun machine
cranking
powerful bee sou
singing in the
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dark daydream
shhh. I'm slee
ping!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Spring II
you are now entering the 5th dimension
all gutters are full, water pours down the side
her father's cheeks
her mother's chin
dimpled where the laughs meant to stick
sunshine
melted her lashes into black circles
I came out
an ugly tomato
my soil hurts wooden as a saw horse
speech like too many saltines
she self me herself my mine myself hers
growing this way the other
plum blossoms
born of common sand
a hardened woman "i'm fucking"
extinguished
attempts to suck her life back into her huge breasts. using another's hand
left over dry grasses
unintentional fronds of carbon and her nipple remains flacid
the yellow brick
running into tin air
like a backwards boat
i am you sister, a wicked touch
northern wind sings
god in a low
slow
s-h-e-l-l
your request could not be processed
a fetus eating its lanugo
metaphoring the soft lost silk of the thought reel
an everlasting disco dance consuming
scraps of itself
mucus black excrement
oozy as the best soil
I she we have exactly seed
to plant amongst thick weeds
mother earth is blue as a far dream palace
mother my memory chips are scattered
gold as sun on the blue makes green
one hope for knowing where I've been
2 wishes me 4 wife
one patch of land so blackblue my ovaries
all gutters are full, water pours down the side
her father's cheeks
her mother's chin
dimpled where the laughs meant to stick
sunshine
melted her lashes into black circles
I came out
an ugly tomato
my soil hurts wooden as a saw horse
speech like too many saltines
she self me herself my mine myself hers
growing this way the other
plum blossoms
born of common sand
a hardened woman "i'm fucking"
extinguished
attempts to suck her life back into her huge breasts. using another's hand
left over dry grasses
unintentional fronds of carbon and her nipple remains flacid
the yellow brick
running into tin air
like a backwards boat
i am you sister, a wicked touch
northern wind sings
god in a low
slow
s-h-e-l-l
your request could not be processed
a fetus eating its lanugo
metaphoring the soft lost silk of the thought reel
an everlasting disco dance consuming
scraps of itself
mucus black excrement
oozy as the best soil
I she we have exactly seed
to plant amongst thick weeds
mother earth is blue as a far dream palace
mother my memory chips are scattered
gold as sun on the blue makes green
one hope for knowing where I've been
2 wishes me 4 wife
one patch of land so blackblue my ovaries
april in blury spectacles
night's unsleep of april lace thunder shakes loose their drifting green foam clear against the fog. the sky
"is falling, I must go tell the king" chattering little chickens on her day off she metamorphosis soap bubble. streaky as the train chimes.
"is falling, I must go tell the king" chattering little chickens on her day off she metamorphosis soap bubble. streaky as the train chimes.
cat above the porch is a windy misanthrope watching neighbor life from afar
bag bird. I miss the lady's face.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Bee hive yellow box filled with wax hexagons chirping hay and high planes grass wood wall of clean water green tinted rose bag blows sinister ice song cream con man in clown suit and tie black shoeshine nose drug red dozens on a charcoal stick grill an opisidian head slick eight holes in face the picture non-discript oil scherenschnitte. magnesium A chair the person who sits not there inside bee box. fried eggs corridoras de miel unsweet communion the soul not breaking her stale desert. everyone says, "its a nice day" isnt it? bees cream no answer from old man's rusted face in balloon bees go dizzy as clocks. back hive again to where vacuum cleaner. that sound empties
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