A mirage reverberating in sensations,
the harp of bullets plinking prison bars,
Of Ravenous phantasms in dogmatic silhouettes
Fabricating stitches on my shadows
Gelatinous contours
Seeping tears of sex
A transparent concoction collar
Grasping my retraction
Tearing my nothings muscle
Straining away this undulating vista
To a raw downy vagabond of vanity
I’ll curl up within satiric women
Pop corn and my priceless projector
It’s a double feature… tune in
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Are we floating if there's no ground?
What's your name?
Jane Dough?
Where do you live?
Los Angeles.
A magnetic name,
the suffix on our anonymous vow.
To abandon liability
unleash my minds crowd,
platform it on four inch heals,
gift wrap your novelty
and piss it out on your bus seat.
Just another trapeze necromance commi.
My shakra is in the car
underneath my specialized exercise garb!
It's a prias,
meters emotional exhaust.
Would you just listen to this face?
I'm choking on freedom like breathing in a strut.
Following the ultra violet gas streaks
with my rainbow gut.
Fuck your skin!
Don't penalize public nudity,
I'm just wearing mirrors in my spectacles.
Try on my tears,
go shopping for skin.
So I have testacles,
but I'll never be naked again.
Jane Dough?
Where do you live?
Los Angeles.
A magnetic name,
the suffix on our anonymous vow.
To abandon liability
unleash my minds crowd,
platform it on four inch heals,
gift wrap your novelty
and piss it out on your bus seat.
Just another trapeze necromance commi.
My shakra is in the car
underneath my specialized exercise garb!
It's a prias,
meters emotional exhaust.
Would you just listen to this face?
I'm choking on freedom like breathing in a strut.
Following the ultra violet gas streaks
with my rainbow gut.
Fuck your skin!
Don't penalize public nudity,
I'm just wearing mirrors in my spectacles.
Try on my tears,
go shopping for skin.
So I have testacles,
but I'll never be naked again.
Monday, May 3, 2010
If I'm A Turkey Than You're A Rooster
Missing a step on your facial escalator
A fleeting composition
as if your nostrils were interrupted for a brief message from your sponsors.
John's stretching through Stitzer's aviators
A brief light escaping between the leaves
olive green, hesitating
in a flicker of dissonant brows
waxing your face onto your mouths
rooted in sporadic photosynthesized academics,
The eye of your fast history
flipping Californian mountains, train stubs
and crazies, their roadside thumbs warring
entangled within a begger's glee,
a meditative gaze floating on my afternoon tea.
Glimpsing our duplexity
quadrilateral collateral
coloring my cities
pressing against the glass with a muted trombone
imagine waling in a washing machine
serenading your contented giggles
furiously haling their validity
when the sound cuts out
transition lost in transmission.
We, the bi
oh
logical sincerity of 'peek-a-boo' and 'hide-and-go-seek',
I duck and cover in this word cellar
where I ask us to find me,
drive right through my thumb
strutting amongst a garden inflating the pride of knik knaks
washed in artistry.
We'll echo about a clearing
where deforestation didn't phase us.
There's a year of silence in all that we've given trust.
A fleeting composition
as if your nostrils were interrupted for a brief message from your sponsors.
John's stretching through Stitzer's aviators
A brief light escaping between the leaves
olive green, hesitating
in a flicker of dissonant brows
waxing your face onto your mouths
rooted in sporadic photosynthesized academics,
The eye of your fast history
flipping Californian mountains, train stubs
and crazies, their roadside thumbs warring
entangled within a begger's glee,
a meditative gaze floating on my afternoon tea.
Glimpsing our duplexity
quadrilateral collateral
coloring my cities
pressing against the glass with a muted trombone
imagine waling in a washing machine
serenading your contented giggles
furiously haling their validity
when the sound cuts out
transition lost in transmission.
We, the bi
oh
logical sincerity of 'peek-a-boo' and 'hide-and-go-seek',
I duck and cover in this word cellar
where I ask us to find me,
drive right through my thumb
strutting amongst a garden inflating the pride of knik knaks
washed in artistry.
We'll echo about a clearing
where deforestation didn't phase us.
There's a year of silence in all that we've given trust.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Typewriter days
Do you ever shiver your mind into your throat?
Feel the friction, turning your words to saw dust. The brain herbs ground to grain.
A shell of imposed impressions,
superimposed on the restless faces
haunting you in your lonely.
Not knowing how to shed the skin of days words,
or collapse from the embracing social sensation
contradiction.
Letting go, running go, collecting
pass
go,
The Magic Tollbooth let's you grow down with these words.
Loving anatomy not physiology,
loving your response to your reaction.
Following your footsteps walking on your hands.
As if the world can't see you blinding yourself with a table cloth, crouched in footy pajamas with that typewriter. Plinking away the stutters skidding scabs on your way.
Feel the friction, turning your words to saw dust. The brain herbs ground to grain.
A shell of imposed impressions,
superimposed on the restless faces
haunting you in your lonely.
Not knowing how to shed the skin of days words,
or collapse from the embracing social sensation
contradiction.
Letting go, running go, collecting
pass
go,
The Magic Tollbooth let's you grow down with these words.
Loving anatomy not physiology,
loving your response to your reaction.
Following your footsteps walking on your hands.
As if the world can't see you blinding yourself with a table cloth, crouched in footy pajamas with that typewriter. Plinking away the stutters skidding scabs on your way.
Monday, March 29, 2010
With Which He Appears
Passing whispers in descent
I’m drawn to the familiar crutch
A plastered scene
With which he appears
Laughter draws
It passes whisper in ascent
And occasionally winds
To judgment
I’m drawn to the familiar crutch
A plastered scene
With which he appears
Laughter draws
It passes whisper in ascent
And occasionally winds
To judgment
A Riot of Vanity
A Riot of Vanity
Lighting up your stomach,
Twirling in, the guttural approach
Pondering the, cerebral lavish
That peaked an hour ago.
Making an entrance
To a rager of cultural plagiarism
See the lights rise
In false borealis
Condensed Romance descending to the fervor of underworld bliss
uh tsss uh tsss uhtsss uhtsss
The sub woofers slicing sensation
their electric knife unleashing the spikes
Impaling judgment happily we erode
cutripcutripcutrip
Victimized by the dance floor
Beating our blood
Into our chest
shitshitshitshit
Asking to tell us
what we don’t have yet.
Lighting up your stomach,
Twirling in, the guttural approach
Pondering the, cerebral lavish
That peaked an hour ago.
Making an entrance
To a rager of cultural plagiarism
See the lights rise
In false borealis
Condensed Romance descending to the fervor of underworld bliss
uh tsss uh tsss uhtsss uhtsss
The sub woofers slicing sensation
their electric knife unleashing the spikes
Impaling judgment happily we erode
cutripcutripcutrip
Victimized by the dance floor
Beating our blood
Into our chest
shitshitshitshit
Asking to tell us
what we don’t have yet.
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