Wednesday, 30 December 2009
Friday, 18 December 2009
be a museum, and preferably an egyptian one, and preferably one containing tons of statues of isis and osiris
it's not necessarily humanity
that comes first
maybe doom
an all-devouring lust
doom
your feet wrapped around my neck
doom
and extacy
doom
and that
which makes you love and persist
and drift away in human happiness
not knowing
like a sparkling leaf in autumn
not knowing
not caring
doom and not doom
a sparkling leaf in autumn
Sunday, 13 December 2009
after the singing: echoes and reverberation. then, finally, peace in the cave.
of course you are right
saying that JEIN is the only word
needed to speak german
and that TENGO GUAPAS will suffice
in spanish
such is history also
charles darwin shadowboxing
while walls
crumble, around him
and we'll retreat
to a room
where, finally
we can talk
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Sunday, 6 December 2009
Rainbow paraplegic
not funny
serious
not funny
serious
powder keg eyes
(also: new year's eve and who to dance with. and: new year's eve and who to dance with)
not funny
comic book personality
serious, not funny, serious, comic book personality
sending postcards from a ballroom
in the belly of a whale
tap dancing. hardly any echoes
Thursday, 3 December 2009
Sunday, 29 November 2009
YESTERDAY; ANYTIME
moons travelled backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
bodies stretched backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
caravans continued backwards, inwards, hid, forgot
faces grew everywhere, on everything, sang and spat
mouths formed everywhere, on everything, sang and spat
moons
faced down in puddles, under rocks
Tuesday, 24 November 2009
Saturday, 21 November 2009
HEART # 5
hearts were in style/when I was young/you could
take one/you could take one/hearts were in abundance/
when I was young/looking out of windows/judging/
like hearts do/other hearts/heartily/and the other
hearts/looking back/from across the street/you
could pick a fight/you could pick a fight/with hearts/
when I was young/and the heart would win/and
another heart would win/hearts were in abundance/
when I was young/they would fall out/from sixth floor
windows/and land accomplished/on the roofs of
expensive cars/shouting bloody hallelujah/if
they could/hearts/when I was young
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
HEART #4
fictitious heart
I've had hearts/ believe in hearts/ I've had hearts/ believe in hearts
I heard hearts singing/ I heard hearts singing/ in the aloe vera grove
with jupiter voices/ jupiter voices/ hearts coagulating/ rotting
can this heart be a little more festering/ can it be a little more rat-like
can this heart be judged/ or obscured/ ridiculed by passions
condemned/ unheard/ tried/ in the aloe vera grove
moon/ moon/ sky/ jupiter/ rabbit/ turtle/ fox
fox voices breaking/ fox aeterna/ fox populi
I've had hearts/ believe in hearts
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
how I celebrated the CNN reporting that todays breaking news were: NO BREAKING NEWS:
I plunged onto the streets
and grabbed an unknown man
what country are you from
what country are you from
"I am from.."
can it be bought
can it be bought
the man dropped to the ground
and turned into a turtle shell
I picked it up
and wore it as a hat
for the remainder of the day
how I dwelled in delicate torture and ended up a smiling and delightful human being:
I carried that torch
you saw me carrying that torch
that torch, how I carried it
from Olympus to Olympus
that flame, never dwindling
as columns of stone underneath me
fell into ruins
we share our doubts
don't we
how do we persist
block upon block
in tiny apartments
with scared cats
scuttling under beds for shelter
crouching
beneath my cerulean heart
can you hear those mythological mountains
crumbling
skies and bodies
skies and bodies
how familiar it sounds
to my clear blue cerulean heart
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Dr Platonius, charged with unicorn fuel and ostrich feathers
Dr Feather, uncharged, Lacrimosus, horned
Dr Horn, the end
Dr End, when can i see my body, the assassin
Dr Body, Con Gusto, unavailing, heavy rays from Jupiter, Europa
Dr Europa, moon shaped tumors, new maps, Chimaera, Jersey, Guadalcanal
Dr Map, unwarranted building of gardens, holy displays, tired cattle
what once was stampeding
what was stampeding
wavering straws
unicorn dust
pretty flowers
why not
Monday, 28 September 2009
Thursday, 17 September 2009
long unintended poem dedicated to will oldham, the actor
*
forced into this
of course you are forced into this
how well you know me
by now
we both have answers
i make you do this
i make you copy this, write this, use this
you're actions are long since my actions
i know you
i force you into this
i hope you will last
you can not give up
you know this
we are forced into this
what we do in life echoes in mediocrity
did you think we were powerless
---
how long did we travel
to tell this story
i know we sent postcards, do you remember
the glaciers
how do we remember importance
one spring
our feet were not shaking
---
did i promise myself
to be here
---
hovering now
like a mystic yogi
over a burnt pizza
---
we just need alcohol
to finish this poem
there was a universe
i am sure we know everything about it
we just need alcohol
to prove it
---
we're being crazy
i know
suburban
green
don't give a fuck
---
i was head over heels
at one point
but the girl got lost
i got lost
the poem got lost
bloodhounds, senseless
only screams would persist
head over heels
at some point
---
still here to haunt you
oliver reed
in the shape of a pear
or christopher lee
the old dracula
with sponsored teeth
high on ketamine
no refunds what so ever
---
do dogs
ever catch that branch
that will tell them
stories
in branch words
translated in dog teeth language
tons of humans
left longing
for explanations
---
cafeterias
estranged by contact
humanity
dragged across the counters
in an unbearable shelling
---
just remember
all these things before
knowledges
idolatry
boredom
---
youth
i have an idea
---
we're selling oil
i know oil
oil knows me
it knows you too
it is heaven
a beautiful buick
we'll make it in time
---
let's give something back to the community
something special
let's give something back to the community
a jesus
or another jesus
---
i put you on to this
we shouldn't trust my dreams
but here we are
i put you on to this
these are dreams
don't you recognize torn wings
---
even though you can't imagine it
your bearded smile
hides nothing more
than a bearded smile
---
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Thursday, 10 September 2009
fortyfive.
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (early in the morning convincing you
you can stretch your humanity)
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (lying about the solidity of words)
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (in the winter white mountain pass creeping
up to leonard cohens cowl whispering coyly or snow white
blinding leonard you haven't really penetrated anybody
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (in the artificial waterfall as a woman
or a rare and beautiful animal a shiny unicorn before it
dissolves in the thunder of the broken water pipes)
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (saying wait I'll be right there)
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (I saw it in a fractured glass and read
it's lips "half of peace and liberty is chaos and destruction")
have you seen the beast
with rose-colored cheeks (the stranger you suspect will take
you home)
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Monday, 24 August 2009
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