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)
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