matchstick breath
in jeans and cheap clothing
came running through the night
in flame of moon
with the diseased
old friends with the macabre
machine that sewed daylight
into the backs of black cat's heads
they placed him in New York
they placed him underwater
they placed him in a job
with a green apron and a greener smile
they placed a golfball on his sternum
and hit it into Central Park
but it went through someone's filthy livingroom.
what his purpose was
is to illustrate
what his purpose was
turned purple with his diabetic feet
drug addict
fireman
dead beat father
maggot shit given equal rights
i could have screamed.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Radiation Sick
There's a nuclear plant down the hill
everything is over.
a) radiation exposure causes chromosome deletion, addition, asymmetry
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_genetic_disorders
b) cancer is caused by radioactivity
c) it causes things to get old quickly
d) half lifes from nuclear disasters last 10,000 to millions of years
e)http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_civilian_nuclear_accidents
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lists_of_nuclear_disasters_and_radioactive_incidents
everything is over.
a) radiation exposure causes chromosome deletion, addition, asymmetry
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_genetic_disorders
b) cancer is caused by radioactivity
c) it causes things to get old quickly
d) half lifes from nuclear disasters last 10,000 to millions of years
e)http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_civilian_nuclear_accidents
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lists_of_nuclear_disasters_and_radioactive_incidents
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
forsaken cataleptic quid
I'm nervous
there is too much silverware
in the drafting room
and the attic is stuffed with old canvases
painted by some madwoman
who I met in Los Angeles
that has since turned to drugs
to escape that miserable flight
into sober matters
that cannot be controlled
nor conveyed
but with sobbing
My liver got the worst of it
after three months of harsh winter
trying to forget those places
where they stuff people into boarding halls
and expect them to smile
for the sake of manufactured consent forms
swirled in at those moments of crises
when the madness of folks
intervenes in the life of an individual
I got a fifth of vodka here somewhere
and I'm wondering now if this is that water
I was promised in that prison
where the birds would come around
in fey slips of spent fabric
during those long waiting visiting hours
But unlike water
it moves
through an ocean of silver
where we relapse into nonsense
and hugging the gutters
for fear of someone's child
beginning another nuclear war
spread out across the Pacific
but congealed in press releases.
I could fill in the doubt
but I have vapor songs to drink
from the tortured sky's morrow
in the sorrow of those vagrants
that passed like Poe
through out the oblivion of cobbled street corners
after their wives and daughters had been sold
to some counter-estate at odds
with a slash of humanity
they once knew as children.
No I won't change my eyes
there is too much silverware
in the drafting room
and the attic is stuffed with old canvases
painted by some madwoman
who I met in Los Angeles
that has since turned to drugs
to escape that miserable flight
into sober matters
that cannot be controlled
nor conveyed
but with sobbing
My liver got the worst of it
after three months of harsh winter
trying to forget those places
where they stuff people into boarding halls
and expect them to smile
for the sake of manufactured consent forms
swirled in at those moments of crises
when the madness of folks
intervenes in the life of an individual
I got a fifth of vodka here somewhere
and I'm wondering now if this is that water
I was promised in that prison
where the birds would come around
in fey slips of spent fabric
during those long waiting visiting hours
But unlike water
it moves
through an ocean of silver
where we relapse into nonsense
and hugging the gutters
for fear of someone's child
beginning another nuclear war
spread out across the Pacific
but congealed in press releases.
I could fill in the doubt
but I have vapor songs to drink
from the tortured sky's morrow
in the sorrow of those vagrants
that passed like Poe
through out the oblivion of cobbled street corners
after their wives and daughters had been sold
to some counter-estate at odds
with a slash of humanity
they once knew as children.
No I won't change my eyes
Friday, March 22, 2013
drunk in public
Left by with the lore of yellowed books,
dwindling pennies into cardboard soaked with vomit
a passing police officer noticed nothing but my words
in the dark glen
off the side of gravel
where we left our last shovel
that we took from those grave robbers
that had smashed our car windshield
in the vine traced cemetery.
Elementary school where we used our lips
when the fey noon aides
were wet with rage and drugged,
caustic lessons in subtraction
salved by the slit of paper cuts
from heavy tomes
that proclaimed an easy arithmatic
unattached to the body.
Where we raised our flags
in the noontime sun
across those baseball fields
was where we showed our IDs
after the work of teacher's pens
scrawling blood red notations
in the margins
of vocabulary.
Could have spoken
in eloquent lore
about the history of sherrifs
but we'll leave that one up
to the court.
dwindling pennies into cardboard soaked with vomit
a passing police officer noticed nothing but my words
in the dark glen
off the side of gravel
where we left our last shovel
that we took from those grave robbers
that had smashed our car windshield
in the vine traced cemetery.
Elementary school where we used our lips
when the fey noon aides
were wet with rage and drugged,
caustic lessons in subtraction
salved by the slit of paper cuts
from heavy tomes
that proclaimed an easy arithmatic
unattached to the body.
Where we raised our flags
in the noontime sun
across those baseball fields
was where we showed our IDs
after the work of teacher's pens
scrawling blood red notations
in the margins
of vocabulary.
Could have spoken
in eloquent lore
about the history of sherrifs
but we'll leave that one up
to the court.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
good fortune
Through the landslides
of old buildings
marred with Mexican stucco
exposing peach overtures
us with our hangovers
and small notions
about the desert
with our Pina Colada beam
talked through spirals
I saw the old books
for what they were worth
Supper's sunset
is all we talked about
those genetic helixes
all crumbled over our salad
History left us
in the shape of some earthly paradise
as the future knitted poisons
into the veldt of time travel
and astrophysicists
forgot their car keys
when describing the shape of the Earth.
Monday, March 18, 2013
pomegranate
A dancer in flame red
through out the emerald obsedian of forest love
Russians in filthy rag
of high flying American corporate tech company
found a rat
in a wicker basket
and were to no ends confused.
True, our split speech bespeaks the edge of that blade
that saw dancer torn open by two men,
that odd girl dressed in black filth later
worn to company picnic
and stretched out before the laundry.
Old armor cracked soft
where chivalry had spoken its last frame
of harness
in the soft mountain air
fragrant with rape.
through out the emerald obsedian of forest love
Russians in filthy rag
of high flying American corporate tech company
found a rat
in a wicker basket
and were to no ends confused.
True, our split speech bespeaks the edge of that blade
that saw dancer torn open by two men,
that odd girl dressed in black filth later
worn to company picnic
and stretched out before the laundry.
Old armor cracked soft
where chivalry had spoken its last frame
of harness
in the soft mountain air
fragrant with rape.
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