Tuesday, 31 December 2013


ONLY DO BUMPS NOW

failing originality (claiming cliché of already written words and fearing the weight of the internet, misreading information cornucopia trajectory as leading towards deconstruction then reconstruction, rather than para or diaconstructs or all lit ablaze) prominent artist space was reappropriated as baby laxative outlet store / brain canvassed for kicks / body outsourced for skeleton carnivals / heels clacked in every fassbinder movie never watched / shoulders shrugged in a sentence by faulkner still being read / his fingernails weighted down a breath of air in the last museum / finally, in his love, the abomination had stability /

Friday, 20 December 2013


WAR OF THE MUSEUMS

he returned to beauty to find it destroyed / defaced and discredited / subjected to ten thousand hours of shameless interrogation and never believed / resented by those who were to spearhead its adoration and never accepted / always the subject of forced change / where we had her beauty, in the shade of her charms, we have flood lights / and music being pumped out of statuesque installations / this is your deleted scene: / man falls into grave dug deep enough to not be found / cell phone battery expires / grave is covered / some flowers / 

Sunday, 15 December 2013


JUMP CAULDRONS

i know parts of my body that do not exist before you make them come true / limbs tingling with phantom joy or phantoms tingling with limbic joy, awaiting that touch / that must have existed before / as that expectation must have existed before / as it happened, that i became aware of parts of my body that were not real until you made them come true / so that i should not know and remember and expect and long all at once / but know before it happens; that i am being made / that i have bones that swivel before you and name you the creator / that beckon you to ask, say / "you who are the creator, how will i know that my lust is real / that i lust not merely for lust itself, your lust / to undo myself in the moment of your creation?" / 

Thursday, 5 December 2013


FACE MADE POEM MADE FACE # 2

grow out the membranes are useless conditions for incorporating unknown

FIELDS
/FIELDS/




100
AUDIO
retrieve
A U X




here      gruesome misunder
comes   standing concerning
skin       all (facetious) and s
from      oon horribly impatie
the past  nt who knows all yo
u know
F I E L D S
SOAP
100
holistic 100


FATWA MAJEURE

YAHYA HASSAN LISTEN UP / I HAVE FOUND YOUR FORESKIN / DEEP IN THE DESERT IN AN OLD CAVE / IT WAS LODGED IN BETWEEN TWO Q`URANS / THE MOUTH PIECE OF SOME ANCIENT BALLOON / A PRETTY LITTLE FLOWER, KEPT FOREVER / YOU CAN PICK IT UP IN MY NEXT POEM / IF YOU DO NOT MIND HOW IT LOOKS ALL METAPHORICAL AND ALL / AND LET`S CHILL IN MJØLNERPARKEN AND DISCUSS PRISONS / MINE ARE MADE UP, HOW ARE YOURS? / DEN IK MIN DEN ANGST OVER AL TING DE ER IKKE RIKTIG / DET... BARE ROLIG / CAN YOU SEE THE POETS COMING? / CAN YOU HEAR THE COWBELLS? / THE LITTLE CARS GO LICHTERLO / DUMPSTERS STAND ABLAZE SO DOES MY FAKE FRO / DID I TELL YOU THAT MY PRISON IS NOT REAL? / IT IS MADE FROM THE WORD "YES" /