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27.11.10
15.4.10
NaPoWriMo Day 8: Spice XXX
Spice XXX
the shiny squirrel wears a dino-dildo
thru a nude scene with Evan
Rachel Wood, Piano and The Ocean
/ wearing fuck-me-shoes
on two right feet / the wait for
Orpheus in hell was LONG / and
dinner was "pure fucking armageddon"
the shiny squirrel wears a dino-dildo
thru a nude scene with Evan
Rachel Wood, Piano and The Ocean
/ wearing fuck-me-shoes
on two right feet / the wait for
Orpheus in hell was LONG / and
dinner was "pure fucking armageddon"
NaPoWriMo Day 7: Spice XXIX
Spice XXIX
a velociraptor is going to be
more dangerous than a dog
anyway / dinosaurs and space /
normal v. flying / therefore
these Pokemon must be
captured / now a short letter
to a TV / fuck me / softly
a velociraptor is going to be
more dangerous than a dog
anyway / dinosaurs and space /
normal v. flying / therefore
these Pokemon must be
captured / now a short letter
to a TV / fuck me / softly
NaPoWriMo Day 6: Spice XXVIII
Spice XXVIII
a pianist may use the energies
of the ear / physically it looks like
steel / embedded mechanical
controlling / Helen lifts her head
up just enough / cosmic rays
triggering lightning / his face
still balanced to trigger energy
a pianist may use the energies
of the ear / physically it looks like
steel / embedded mechanical
controlling / Helen lifts her head
up just enough / cosmic rays
triggering lightning / his face
still balanced to trigger energy
5.4.10
NapoWriMo Day 5: Spice XXVII
Spice XXVII
for L— Hunter
of the keys missing X / this
precedes the cultural conduit
by means of communication
with its "Jay-Z Head" / reversing
an ingenious terrain / so in a
sense the stimuli decipher by
means of assassination and clocks
for L— Hunter
of the keys missing X / this
precedes the cultural conduit
by means of communication
with its "Jay-Z Head" / reversing
an ingenious terrain / so in a
sense the stimuli decipher by
means of assassination and clocks
4.4.10
NaPoWriMo Day 4: Spice XXVI
Spice XXVI
Tremble into each wind on
a wing / some mechanism in
error / sympathetically easy
in our old digs / toward beams
exactly like dog's teeth
brimming / with everyone we've
forgotten to replace / a seagull
Tremble into each wind on
a wing / some mechanism in
error / sympathetically easy
in our old digs / toward beams
exactly like dog's teeth
brimming / with everyone we've
forgotten to replace / a seagull
3.4.10
NaPoWriMo Day 3: Spice XXV
Spice XXV
a poetic look at plaid guilt / clutch
at the a-symmetry of full-court
blues / tipping the well of medieval
beauty / matching plaid shorts / the
youth knocked up by colorful arrays
of history / linen pieces of American
Singers / all likening genius to Kmart
a poetic look at plaid guilt / clutch
at the a-symmetry of full-court
blues / tipping the well of medieval
beauty / matching plaid shorts / the
youth knocked up by colorful arrays
of history / linen pieces of American
Singers / all likening genius to Kmart
2.4.10
NaPoWriMo Day 2: Spice XXIV
Spice XXIV
Maximus himself is a kind of
fallen M.F.A. in "the darkest winter
of hunched shoulders" / some
disease of gardeners heaps up
properly / yielding a monk of
folk lore / a cookbook for a
blue tomorrow / kind of raw
Maximus himself is a kind of
fallen M.F.A. in "the darkest winter
of hunched shoulders" / some
disease of gardeners heaps up
properly / yielding a monk of
folk lore / a cookbook for a
blue tomorrow / kind of raw
1.4.10
NaPoWriMo Day 1: Spice Poem XXIII
Spice XXIII
for Sara Mumolo
with a blue tattoo for
an arm / a paper that looks
nice and yields with a flashing
sing / not the pavement to think
your name / landing on a green
fantasy bestiary report / oxygen
or the small heron still existed
for Sara Mumolo
with a blue tattoo for
an arm / a paper that looks
nice and yields with a flashing
sing / not the pavement to think
your name / landing on a green
fantasy bestiary report / oxygen
or the small heron still existed
12.2.10
V-Day Poem for my Boo
a love poem (the best one yet) to keep from having to do anything else / even eating
is it possible for fireflies
to get real work / bum-rush
the grave of Flint Hill / Kansas
and I admire the way rice
hates electricity / the way they fill
jars with real art / business cards /
banks and trusts / the memory of
our meeting
two of them did get real work /
building a city for owls / a chart
racing gradually sinks / insofar as
roses and barbecues are people /
they blink on Ot Moor and flush
dealing in thought / counting up
from one to ten / there are no fields
beyond this perfect hair / there can
be no gathering of firefly clods
and beware / winds so strong
it is difficult to radiate / the female
flashing attracts mates / or a
three-mile wide cookie
further afield / the woods are
surrounded by parents and whales
/ down in the dark / the witches /
over 2,000 / are very hungry /
listening to Kevin Bacon / flashing
while nature decorates its help
with glow worms and rolled up
slacks / it is a musical / a moth
on fire / small / humble / humbling
8.10.09
NEW COMIC BLOG!
Check it! I've got a comic blog now (my current obsession).
I'll be posting my own comics, comic reviews, and other assorted comic oddities I run into as my obsession runs it's course.
23.9.09
the sea is a good place to think about golf courses
The sea will be good to you
in time / succulent bits
of welsh rabbit,
dribbling in your hair,
tastes full of rebellion
whooping ocean filth
in your sweet little coven.
Rejoice!
Oho!
Will Tio fill the ocean
with Marlin.
The sea is acne / with fish.
Swimming makes the skin / dark fire.
19.9.09
"They’ve grown comfortable with their money," I said. "They genuinely believe they’re entitled to it. This conviction gives them a kind of rude health. They glow a little.""I have trouble imagining death at that income level," she said."Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands."
11.9.09
destroying all content
It is important to destroy the myth of scarcity first. That is precisely what cash is for, to select an American, put him above a grave and sing doctrines to him. Taken to its logical conclusions
humans, in their own way, will destroy the bees.
This can make dolphins--and various porpoise and porpoise-like mammals (whales, otters, people, labor models)--very nervous, to the point of uncontrollable shaking, vomiting and finally, mutual harassment.
Their eyes are contractually obligated to bleed sharp white crystals that hum "This Land is Our Land." Their teeth are removable pieces of milk candy. Their toes are pieces of language spoken for at midnight mass, with tiny etchings of candle light on the tips. Their fingers, underprivileged and torn, are ugly bulbs of flesh, each a vinegar capsule releasing into the air before bed.
While Socialists attempt to wreak havoc on slippery little LA weasels, I suggest we manufacture spawning beds for humans. We will cover the beds in the LIGHT OF GOD. And then magic conception! It will be beautiful and green, or boring and sexual.
***
Did you call, Light-God? Do you need me to cut a secret from you?
We developed a software using twitter to pump light into the houses of low income families, ask me how!
Well
of course they drown.
Why yes, the little ones first.
No, it's not unpleasant to sing into the lungs of their dead little pill bodies. I find it quite invigorating. Like a frisky Danish breeze passing through my body. Like wearing those extra tiny shorts on holiday.
***
I say we voyage into the capacity of your space now, fondle up the curves of your curl, kiss the spit from your eyes. It will be such fun to see you smile at my Porsche again.
humans, in their own way, will destroy the bees.
This can make dolphins--and various porpoise and porpoise-like mammals (whales, otters, people, labor models)--very nervous, to the point of uncontrollable shaking, vomiting and finally, mutual harassment.
Their eyes are contractually obligated to bleed sharp white crystals that hum "This Land is Our Land." Their teeth are removable pieces of milk candy. Their toes are pieces of language spoken for at midnight mass, with tiny etchings of candle light on the tips. Their fingers, underprivileged and torn, are ugly bulbs of flesh, each a vinegar capsule releasing into the air before bed.
While Socialists attempt to wreak havoc on slippery little LA weasels, I suggest we manufacture spawning beds for humans. We will cover the beds in the LIGHT OF GOD. And then magic conception! It will be beautiful and green, or boring and sexual.
***
Did you call, Light-God? Do you need me to cut a secret from you?
We developed a software using twitter to pump light into the houses of low income families, ask me how!
Well
of course they drown.
Why yes, the little ones first.
No, it's not unpleasant to sing into the lungs of their dead little pill bodies. I find it quite invigorating. Like a frisky Danish breeze passing through my body. Like wearing those extra tiny shorts on holiday.
***
I say we voyage into the capacity of your space now, fondle up the curves of your curl, kiss the spit from your eyes. It will be such fun to see you smile at my Porsche again.
3.9.09
Dissonance Remolds: Oy! A Feta Defaced Her... Um... Tut?
Another "tweak" of Sandra Simonds poems from Warsaw Bikini. I think I'll rename this first section of her book: Deb Dinged Orgy Mink.
after The Academy of The Future: Scenarios and Models
do you know of the the vast, calm, still, deep chemicals covering the gaps in the deep Russian parts of our house
should a horse vanquish wolves with mortgages with its pithy eye-holes
when the bells ring twelve times / when the bells are ringing here / in the house a bell rings / to tell us different kinds of unspoken words
New York women facing martyrdom lean in against a crass architecture / two holy blue lights / one a slippery night spire / one a birth defect of love canals / they pace and glow / their face with six frequencies
like some oxygenated cells
have culture
and beards
and an appreciation for Woody Allen
so the message board goes down / the baby turns up a big wimp / we keep waking up with the same breath
is this the easiest way to turn a thumb about
an acre of science and language fall off a square of newly turned earth / we are smitten to dance and be simple ocean creatures / like our parents or like the vikings or like guitar music made ugly / the field spreads in blades and teeth each one a new place to put a letter / we glower at our words / they are as ugly as the hilltops
and now / momma / we part houses
only to drink the big gulps
pitching over nettle water
falling out big cups
I am a simple being now
so an ocean of violins swell
and my being a story
about the perfect wave
still
feels
pretty
1.9.09
AIR WAS BI (WINK)
So I'm trying to "remix" every one of Sandra Simonds poems in Warsaw Bikini. All the titles and some of the poems are made using an anagram generator. I don't know if this is a stupid idea. I don't know if Sandra will hate this/hate me. Oh well. Here's the second one (i used this site):
green ties you
after I Serengeti You
otter slowly removed his hand off of the fox’s / his eyes focused on the raccoon trying to figure out hell
the only word that could physically come
there wasn’t a guideline to opening up a softer chest
the otter sapped the glow / promised to marry how it feels inside / and sapped ancestry from a pretty good head
“IT ISN’T TRUE”
... but the ground stayed intense to the moment of being opened again
a picture of Dakota formed behind hatred and bitterness / embracing the fox kindly
the muzzle lay soft where the wind knocked him
tears hover over two lovers and one thought / knocked it out of him / the air became cloth / mumbled downward and into the foxes trembling cleft
... but something happened
cold became a prize / the move forward quit for wanting / the air repeated it again / the otter shook / beads of lead were fluffed about his fur
and our jean were very very disturbed
green ties you
after I Serengeti You
otter slowly removed his hand off of the fox’s / his eyes focused on the raccoon trying to figure out hell
the only word that could physically come
there wasn’t a guideline to opening up a softer chest
the otter sapped the glow / promised to marry how it feels inside / and sapped ancestry from a pretty good head
“IT ISN’T TRUE”
... but the ground stayed intense to the moment of being opened again
a picture of Dakota formed behind hatred and bitterness / embracing the fox kindly
the muzzle lay soft where the wind knocked him
tears hover over two lovers and one thought / knocked it out of him / the air became cloth / mumbled downward and into the foxes trembling cleft
... but something happened
cold became a prize / the move forward quit for wanting / the air repeated it again / the otter shook / beads of lead were fluffed about his fur
and our jean were very very disturbed
23.8.09
21.8.09
THE BIGGEST WOMAN OF THE DAY (cont.)
after Anne Boyer
Cougars
The cougar can rise or create history on a stump.
If a human talks, then history is good.
Deerhunters
Your outfit and clothes are fluidity, they get me totally wrong and dig into me / the pieces that break the ear and ribs. I get so much music it is breaking apart the wallpaper / the ribbons grouping under my nails. I am never leaving this cranked, fluorescent microcastle. First a conduit to having no age / First a deliberate playing of all songs at once, coalescing as rainwater that makes me high. Please baby, do not be happy about the deliberate clicking of the glass / do not be happy about the exceptional love making.
Bear
In a video the woman bears a child
in her room.
This woman
a 74-year-old
was attacked cutting and wrapping illegal foods in newspaper
but still feels lucky to live in the bear enclosure
with her four miracle babies.
Cougars
The cougar can rise or create history on a stump.
If a human talks, then history is good.
Deerhunters
Your outfit and clothes are fluidity, they get me totally wrong and dig into me / the pieces that break the ear and ribs. I get so much music it is breaking apart the wallpaper / the ribbons grouping under my nails. I am never leaving this cranked, fluorescent microcastle. First a conduit to having no age / First a deliberate playing of all songs at once, coalescing as rainwater that makes me high. Please baby, do not be happy about the deliberate clicking of the glass / do not be happy about the exceptional love making.
Bear
In a video the woman bears a child
in her room.
This woman
a 74-year-old
was attacked cutting and wrapping illegal foods in newspaper
but still feels lucky to live in the bear enclosure
with her four miracle babies.
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