Thursday, July 26, 2007

glass wall separates penetrate
screaming shards fall wailing
crutched munched my mind's eye
can't fly with stumps
lumps lacerated pass the grated
ruins of my youth the truth
is only what appears
vermouth holds my tears
it's clear purpose usurp
us, our wills, thrills, and fears
our car lent out and bent up
beat in and twisted, whistled
wonderwall under the hallway
they all say it's just a phase
they all say just wait, wait
smoke away the hate
gaze past the gate

lobotomy, my feet won't talk to me

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

It's all bust

-Tried to describe how I think, i totally have add, then trails off

my mind's like a flash pan, a trash can
slammed full of debris, massed plans pass by and hands
strand lines my ripe rind crashes cries called in the streets
stable fall fabled walls crawling
down the crease No release. Fusion free caffeine
herbal tea secreted verbally turn and see Crack!
dancing the neurotic tango man to man then slow
turn off it and go coughing up burned bread Rioting
radius piloting pontius taunting us haunting dust
rush roar, emerge serge and switch hitch
your claw juts on the verge and bursts thirsty rage
reckless don't expect this to end soon like moon's lightly,
Short hot stars that burn out break brightly
Scowl, squeel meals of brackish, in fact this is not what I intended,
but please do be offended I dented
your fender, don't pretend to her, disintegrate
quake cold cash bolt past to the front of the bus in B-town,
please meet us in Pounderville
we'll gas the grill with a match in the tank
filled to the gills quilled pines bark cars honk
lava bravo saucy chinkos, flayed fraps greying gringos
baited bats howling bowling balls, hopping lanes
Stop the game! Stop! The name's Carlos
Para los ninos, you've seen those retches, clench it
your wrenched fist, dry heave, high weaving water
sparkled blithely striving tidies glide by horrified
at this glorified fountain of youth spouting truth and stale rum
from his gums, chaos and confusion may our loss be your delusion
and grandeur's gain, fried minds churned in a melting soap pan,
flash crash garble gobble garbage can Sam

Monday, July 23, 2007

-more frees

unburden the churches the lurches the priests
unparden the garden's burp slurping beasts
helping and belching, squelching feast upon feast
treatise trapezed traversed conversation patience
latent heat demon seed at your feet ropes reap the reward
hang your hopes at the door for clients only
your science is lonely

numb hands, both branded B, clandestine
don't press my buttons lovekins
let you live I'll break you give
I'll let you in the fantasy collar bones
toes and teeth gritted grin in death meth head
shark fin, bark thinly covers whatever your lies
can't shanty town in San Fran, marshmallow heads
explode in unison, independence day, freedom bay
lead the way one two..
-some garbled freestyle

those great writers write words like you recite them
with the correct emotion in their voice as they have heard
piece of the play Tongue tilting on every word
the ball drops rolls cascades the waning rays of
transmission the black box of cognition from words
to ecstacy. Writing makes you important.
dripping tongues burble and hum dip and
dart rhythmic beating hearts. Smell the air

jump ship bump hips while you bail
lumpy tits bum lips hire two sailors
a whaler weaving through the avenue
tailing a masked blacked taxist with a tattoo
of you strapped inside bars of water
lapping up the tap in sips to get out
sinking thinking Maybe this wasn't such a
great idea save me is his late cry he then
shakes dry and pries up on the hold molded
cold clammy fingers ping the metal dreaded
death knoll, war cry leaded let fly for
my grave is dug, nothing left, close my
eyes and accept this ocean bottom death

euphoric for it - split limbs crossing
tossing forward balls of flame tipped feet
we're both fucked, give it up

given nothing you can rise above
given all nothing to prove

wake up watch yourself from afar
give up, they turn your torso where it goes
give out, bellowing echoes across the chasm

busty broad throbs your heart
that's the way it is
rusty play jogs head to cock
accept the lock? Reject the crock
These wires firing the fire
soon there will be a funeral free pyre
and cake and hoods, but how can
you step free of the skin, the loins
that join the best with two backs
Who cares if it's a cage? free meals great sex
Creole and long long legs enraged romance the stance
'Hero' is a word for the movies
Good and evil toosies

Thursday, July 19, 2007

-another freewrite

moans over the ocean
low hungry dungeons
lunging lustily for but a crust
busted out, rusted over
cut and dried
tanned hides
of a billion slaves, grey
by thirty, dirty dingy walks
to work, to school, to dream and
see what we see, screaming freedom
rings, freedom stings and stabs
breaks scabs choking croaking
bloated bags, two sacks of skin
kindle the flame within, still sin
sinning, after millenia trapped to our foot
bound to our roots boots super glued
in our survival suits, The moon
walk carnival Barnum and Baley sailing
'laughing with one hand waving free'
the other charming three women
living on these streets, these dirty streets
that we're bound to, like clowns who
can't take off their noses
can't shake off their rosy cheeks
while cashing checks laughing heads
behind the counter flounder as they hear'em
say it's the same with them in the mirror
So what if we're half beast? we be as we be
not as we believed, freedom is an idea.
So what if we're free, so what but what if..
but what then, look for the man who doesn't belong
long haired took the form of Pan, the songed flutist, he blew
this bet with Zeus, this test of mettle of wit, yet
still knitted still netted together this web of tethers realm.
So does it tend to matter whether no one's home at the helm?
Nowhere Man spins and turns burns the urns'
ashes again a den of iniquity turned upsidedown
touch around your mouth: big lipped Southies
softies dreaming lofty sights of kingdom come, of
freedom, need something to believe in I guess.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

stream of concs shit

-sort of a story. sort of crazym but I like it. freewritten

deserted except for my words
they heard them hurt them
turgid swords burned skin swindled ends swathed and scourged then
merged pens dancing on the head of a million moths
prancing and deadly red with troffs of taffies
now why are you laughing? Pyschopathy
a billion batteries clacking at me
scrappy scallions saving sadly
now waving madly they ate my apathy
a trap of sea tracks of three smacks to
the left side of your ride, a cleft thigh
oh my how absurd is the world
as sane as its seer, our brain bounces freer
clear to the collective moleculuive mind a hive
keystone ring phone beef stroganoff
dethrone, bemoan, king, throw him off!
to the dogs and hogsheads, leopards and peglegs
the dregs of the din, this calamity of cliches
which way in the maze of stray days
ambulatory sam knew the story of tory and tonic
it lifted her bonnet the gifted sonnet just
tripped on the sextet, the next bet will be bigger
I figure four or five K and a mil by may
trigger door's alive land fill's the way
diggers, moors, cries, Sam killed the dj
the freeway the only way to see straight
be afraid, jump freights, pluck grapes in Tijua (Tee-ya-way) (Tijuana)
lay down in the wind tossed grass cross-armed
say how sin, sauce, n ass cost you the farm
pray now and cringe, mossy mass tossed, tarred
jarred, hardly awake as the aztec sun bakes the yard
not far not far to fly, leap and weep into the father's eye
his tiled complection of roseblood reds and battered blue,
a solemner hue you never knew
wavering flavoring riffles of air stream inbetween your stiff
hairs in the beaded heat
geese peck at your feet. A treat of meat you gave
to the free slaves of snow. How brave.
How noble
We'll never know.

more freewrite shit

-it's bout fat people. plain and simple

throw your pills away to the turtles
blow four mills and brave twin hurdles
two girdles chasing, facing their prey
purple creations to dwindle their rations
before they are patrons of lypo. It's all
hype though, they're still hippos,
with pig noses and gnarly hearts
and necks sprinkled wth as many wrinkles
as cards in a deck. Checkmate, beefsteck
and fake meats called sweets, succulent innards
twizzlers wrapped in a skin with muffins bluffing
their hand, but nothing can overcome one
look at their buns, their brand.




-i dno

8 billion fish in a bowl bowling and strolling and
skiing free as can be because the robots have
flown away. Charles calls the bar from his stool, drools
and drawls his Southern call. No kids to catch no
lids to bash today, everyone's out for the day. Cooking his own book
with shots of sunshine topped with lemon lime
soda he's filled his quota ill in Bogota's barrio
tinted trollies go from a place to another. Bumping
bodies flow up the avenue turning cars and fleets
at bay, because it's all a big party bust out the bacardi now that the robots
have flown away

Thursday, July 12, 2007

freestyle in writing

freewritten

1st one

no direction. correction, no eyes no mind. Pie behind my face fried lace lice lined thrice by thrice in my mind, resurrection. Wind up toys find'em unemployed, destroyed but yet functioning ungluing detracting but yet interacting, persistent robots with glass in their eyes hot slashes in tongues gone numb with glum. Masses of masses of passes overhead in the fields: gases bleed teal radioactive steel burning our meals lukewarm. butter from the utter of the sacred cow mother, whether does she moo, no. acrid acid simmers above her, below her, it tows her hooves, wooffs near cascading cogs lady jay frogs laying jadily jade logs that spin and turn freely in no direction, correction, no eyes no mind, no pie behind my face, fried lace...

2nd

sights unseen unheard fear the bird, 'a dirty word' light dreams at night seem meaner than in the light dreams smoke out of our eyes in guise in haze, in blinding days of grace, Mother Mary jumped off my roof with an 'ooff' her brother larry, god love'm, is a plumber, a lover, and the rest, but I jest, a test to bless you above the rest of the eels, squeeling squeels of enlightenment, not from forgoing feasts on the far East's mats, but by getting fat and fatter on fast food served with crowned hats twirled high up the girl flies yup she's by gravity, floating in the cold cavity of the universe, The lords of your teaching weeping, sweeping the floor with the lore of yesterday, listen as people pray, listen to their synpases snapping, baffling really, even with our feelies peeling back her skull. How dull, and drear, lives of fear, knives of mirrors how clear the pull of love is. Words cut the thought roughly, splitting bubblies as they boil from our royally boiling beheads buzzing lovers loving with the frenzy of the end of the world A whispered rhythm 'flummoxing' chism chime rosemary the rest. The fair is the best I can attest but Mary is less rosy and more cozy in her casket, blasted into the cold cavity outside gravity's hold.

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feline free minds behind enemy lines drawn pawns caught at dawn, cauterized arteries bulging eyes light up soldiering irons fly on the spy's so gone he's a fly on the horizon hitting notes with his hips, his hopes, using morse code to broach his abode. Norse's know the holy cow, how it licks and licks and unsticks like a plunger fitting a bowl with burning green coals like emeralds for a general, a genius a germ, squirm inside your permanent mind, die in time in time, in tempo mementos are fresh, like lime alive at night when you hear a knock on the door, thrive at five then too, near, a cop on tour: "On the floor, all y'all, on the floor" in his southern drawl. A tall tale he is, a giant whale of a lie, this guy spying while we fry our minds. A tall tale. Well, go to hell.