Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
a newer wasteland
in the dark wasteland of the night
i sit by the luminous blue light
of the screen and scry out
into a universe not made to be seen
the bladder emptied into a deck of hearts
and the madman on the golden toilet
will turn the cities into plasticine
and all our lives will meld like in a dream
the paradox of the pointed pointlessness
seems to grow like an ugly vest
washed too much on the hottest setting
but still the one we fit into best
walking in the bush, the family
at a hideout high in the treeline
find others who have fleed the jamboree
and drink the poisoned lake for tea
they say to me "what shall we do?
the world has gone to crap!"
and i wish that i could answer back
but the wasteland has got into me too
lets just hope the worst will soon be over
and some of us will float back up
and those that don't will be the heroes
their tombs will be the new ground zeros
their lives will start a century
of songs and mournful poetry
and living ours we'll think back often
wishing we could join them
i sit by the luminous blue light
of the screen and scry out
into a universe not made to be seen
the bladder emptied into a deck of hearts
and the madman on the golden toilet
will turn the cities into plasticine
and all our lives will meld like in a dream
the paradox of the pointed pointlessness
seems to grow like an ugly vest
washed too much on the hottest setting
but still the one we fit into best
walking in the bush, the family
at a hideout high in the treeline
find others who have fleed the jamboree
and drink the poisoned lake for tea
they say to me "what shall we do?
the world has gone to crap!"
and i wish that i could answer back
but the wasteland has got into me too
lets just hope the worst will soon be over
and some of us will float back up
and those that don't will be the heroes
their tombs will be the new ground zeros
their lives will start a century
of songs and mournful poetry
and living ours we'll think back often
wishing we could join them
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Bleeding Nose Poems
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Thursday, July 6, 2017
writing poetry on an antique typewriter
orange glow
on the paper past
a silverfish flicks on the grate
the heat burns
my cheek
and I write
I write only to create
how complete
to be wrapped in flesh
ruled by Venus and Saturn
dancing over Earth
like a lighted wick
expecting to be blessed
if I could fillet the lie
and remove its spleen
my cat would come quick
for the reward—
a taste of the notochord
(this shows how far we have erred
from the path)
my back is cold
it is that time of year
there is nothing to fear
still we grow old
older than our clothes
old into our particular doom
on the paper past
a silverfish flicks on the grate
the heat burns
my cheek
and I write
I write only to create
how complete
to be wrapped in flesh
ruled by Venus and Saturn
dancing over Earth
like a lighted wick
expecting to be blessed
if I could fillet the lie
and remove its spleen
my cat would come quick
for the reward—
a taste of the notochord
(this shows how far we have erred
from the path)
my back is cold
it is that time of year
there is nothing to fear
still we grow old
older than our clothes
old into our particular doom
Sunday, June 25, 2017
junk post
a very very thin membrane
wafer thin, like
a shaft of sun on the eyelashes
or a trumpet sounding the blues
the sun wheel
belongs in the home
from whence the spokes emanate
into a thousand chariots
across the heavens
open nose
fast faucet
the memory of
the conversation of a river
would keep me happy
through any torture
they opened my legs
and peeled away the skin
how interesting to see myself
am I in pain?
"I am not my body—
you cannot destroy my song"
in arguing for this
I disembowel myself
for publicity
I publish the essay
to discovery only
the fat survives
peeling off the laughs
like old enamel paint
the ships enter my fingers
disclosure
comes
first
wafer thin, like
a shaft of sun on the eyelashes
or a trumpet sounding the blues
the sun wheel
belongs in the home
from whence the spokes emanate
into a thousand chariots
across the heavens
open nose
fast faucet
the memory of
the conversation of a river
would keep me happy
through any torture
they opened my legs
and peeled away the skin
how interesting to see myself
am I in pain?
"I am not my body—
you cannot destroy my song"
in arguing for this
I disembowel myself
for publicity
I publish the essay
to discovery only
the fat survives
peeling off the laughs
like old enamel paint
the ships enter my fingers
disclosure
comes
first
ϜΆΝΑΞ
let me learn latin
to learn latvian
learn latia
earn later
arntr
nt
the later day seints
the rather dry farts
arthur cluricue plickett
fantasia in A
god bowel
dog bowl
We're all in the gonlangd
the epices worthy
ashguard essence etix
arx ataxia
Wanax
Vanguard gravy fanguard g
(g)abby baggage job
the tide swallows
every muscle
in the
bay
dead cat. pax. afrika
the flavourful asset
nice skivvy ornament
circumambulation
my neck
egg isotap. spanic gag (indigo)
the colour revoleves on an axle
of aspic tregearth
the roman mysteries
articulated
wound
gristly grindstone unwaund
the handle slowly
turning argyle
plot of
eart
a lenz opend.
gladly inkd.
gaudicle ningalu
aspic ea
mustard.
grassroots antelope spy
feisty vagabond street
nigella apartment oh
fagus albion
Pi
crass lined paper post
card. attack. dog eye
velvet penis I
ymplacement
in may air
egrerious greg gig
grey's egrerion gig
_______________
______________
_____________
__________
________
____
to learn latvian
learn latia
earn later
arntr
nt
the later day seints
the rather dry farts
arthur cluricue plickett
fantasia in A
god bowel
dog bowl
We're all in the gonlangd
the epices worthy
ashguard essence etix
arx ataxia
Wanax
Vanguard gravy fanguard g
(g)abby baggage job
the tide swallows
every muscle
in the
bay
dead cat. pax. afrika
the flavourful asset
nice skivvy ornament
circumambulation
my neck
egg isotap. spanic gag (indigo)
the colour revoleves on an axle
of aspic tregearth
the roman mysteries
articulated
wound
gristly grindstone unwaund
the handle slowly
turning argyle
plot of
eart
a lenz opend.
gladly inkd.
gaudicle ningalu
aspic ea
mustard.
grassroots antelope spy
feisty vagabond street
nigella apartment oh
fagus albion
Pi
crass lined paper post
card. attack. dog eye
velvet penis I
ymplacement
in may air
egrerious greg gig
grey's egrerion gig
_______________
______________
_____________
__________
________
____
camera obscura
up against calligraphy
the pen is wild
a narrow child
of obscure lyric. [time in a jar]
don't detail
the orders
the bridge
will be built
don't inquire
after the deficit
all the debt
will be recovered
the san destruction
will be sonomaan
Russell
in a club hat
Same difference anyway
but it should matter
to the party line
as it grows in power
near to the darkness
bleeding nose poems
fear of the dark
there is wax
walk in the park
work safety here
walk
solid root
downward plunge
going down
into forests
nothing had been added
to exiled artists during the War
in Paris
the pen is wild
a narrow child
of obscure lyric. [time in a jar]
don't detail
the orders
the bridge
will be built
don't inquire
after the deficit
all the debt
will be recovered
the san destruction
will be sonomaan
Russell
in a club hat
Same difference anyway
but it should matter
to the party line
as it grows in power
near to the darkness
bleeding nose poems
fear of the dark
there is wax
walk in the park
work safety here
walk
solid root
downward plunge
going down
into forests
nothing had been added
to exiled artists during the War
in Paris
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