tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-153838332024-02-20T05:14:42.174-08:00Nonsense Writings That ive writtenpoetic fragments, lyricsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-56478258453758530222009-01-03T20:16:00.000-08:002009-01-03T21:21:27.684-08:00unhinged morbasity sacred trevail. Crucified pigeons flying. Smoky haze like the paintings "Help, Mother is Wounded" at the bottom of a rusty ocean thorn wreath lights magnify and swallow us snatched away at Zeno's paradoxical final moment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-31291098480204036772007-10-24T21:58:00.000-07:002009-10-15T21:44:51.277-07:00Washington Square Park or something like that, NYhairy mexico men waiting on doorsteps pidiendo pesos and besos the trash smell coming from all around these iron spears shot in the ground and burrowed into hallowed out and customized dusty mites spider flies gossip swarms smoke streak through cracked streets polished pavement stones. Heat and people, stampedes small quarters - sad people, emotionless musicians in a park, a saxophonist, a bassist, a drummer beating with the intensity of Cassidy tossing his heaving hammer over and over and over - he never misses - almost too ferocious as if he'd murder an interruptor - channeling his mind's frantic energy into his drums trying to bring them to life - beat them to life, like tin hearts and hide heads pulsing breathing teething and they are alive! As long as he beats the air through them drum man lives in a fashion. What thoughts does a drum monster ponder? Faster, louder, faster! Other musicians in the square have stopped playing now, they think to themselves it's because they are tired and the heat is in them, but it is really this drum man monster's playing shrieking. They can't ignore it. Even the people next to it who once thought they would play along rest their steel blown tools at their sides. Eveyone is buzzing to drum man monster with sweat shooting down the sides and sunlight pushing hard rough on everyone tapping their feet swaying their fucking bottoms to the beat if they're less uptight winding up and over midsummer minds humming drumming with tribalness blindly dressed dramas exploding sublime freedoms to float in I fly over molten rows of moaning bones black and choke with the dying symbol's woeful crash ho! the drum monster's last death knell, for Jack is tired and takes a sip of water before packing up the kit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-4291596002686882962007-10-12T09:37:00.000-07:002007-10-12T09:53:12.845-07:00My head's a bowling ball<br />falling hard<br />My head's a numb vegetable shell<br />shucked and shredded headed<br />down the boulevard to knock on cobblestones<br /><br />Flights over our heads<br />Inummerable in the sky<br />Signals through our skin<br />Flies on our heads<br />Innumberable in my eyes<br />what did that mean<br />what was the catch<br />vague allusions are all the rage<br />diffraction plate in his skull<br />screaming sides shouting blindly so close create<br />dent the walls<br />dent the hull<br /><br />get so lazy I need something else<br />to push my mind's crank around<br />squirt back the world free fall<br />skirt back from the cliff hanger<br />blue freedom<br /><br />hammer hits nail<br />nail hits wood<br />we won't prevail<br />we won't prevail<br /><br />hand hits hammer<br />hammer hits nail<br /><br />hand hits hammer<br />mind hits hand<br /><br />mind hits hand<br />who hits mind<br />who hits mind<br /><br />we won't prevail<br />who hits nail<br />we won't prevail<br /><br />I was walking knocking rocking on my heels in the park's<br />lake when you punched me in the foot<br />Sprinkly lady you take me prisoner within your<br />room at the water's edge. Lady of the lake at the water's edge<br />Couldn't wouldn't want to be free from that gaze, hot<br />like a body. Shiny shimmy, we tango in the cold.<br />You were a banshee queen screaming out the life from young lungs<br />I stood idly by spying orion in the ceiling tiles<br />spiralling slowly miles out to sea off the coast of<br />Bazmount peninsula near Oslo<br />We had our lives to say it outright<br /><br />Own up to your face. Accept your age with proper grace<br />Own up to your beliefs. Cacophony. Blasphemy<br /><br />Gazelle eats lion. Grass eats Gazelle. Popsicles of hell. Red lines<br />prismed listen to their whispering sonic<br />humming in your hands. Look up, look out! Look out!<br />We live in dangerous times. Hide your eyes. <br />Hide your eyes.<br /><br />my keyboard's missing its 'X' and 'C'<br />smiles up at me so toothlesslyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-26557706338741068852007-09-22T23:25:00.000-07:002010-02-12T21:32:20.087-08:00scrapsin my dreams it seems I leave my needs so eeeasily<br />an upstream breeze brings love and leads me to the sea.<br />the fish are fine,<br />their shapes divine<br />and their one true ruler<br />is me<br />Poseidon with his mighty trident<br />rides the tides with me beside him<br />guiding ships and striking blows<br />Great sea god now hear him crow!<br /><br />Eighteen angels on my block<br />baking bagels strangled bop<br />how they go they just can't stop<br />pogo stickin on my cock!<br /><br />self-immolating monks hunker down frowning about<br />inner quibbles, wiggling numb toes while taking blows against sleep<br />smack awake enlightened right with the world, now back<br />nowhere to shape the pearl.<br /><br />exploding out into the void<br />white hot gas galaxies blasted<br />back through space-time delayed rhyme<br />wait for the date and hour, five<br />four three two one, now! Full power!<br />Sweetly sour taste in my mouth from the move -the view's<br />distorted, chaos no order, mission aborted resort to charades,<br />delay delay, replay our last lives' lost loves as we live on and on and on<br />buried in this metal casket ringed round a<br />damned asteriod, big metal Mary, Well I'm not going slowly<br />like a flopping fish, hit the button, up in the dash<br />eject. Flash! Bamm<br /><br />Mother Mary, come in come in. We got your signal,<br />we know where you've been. Thomas is on it. Honest. Mother Mary,<br />do you read? Jesus Christ we've lost them! To hell with it.<br /><br />The lord's here! No, it's just the name of the ship you idiot!<br />One of three -destiny's deserted us in this desert air's thin<br />check the lever. Radio down<br />--<br /><br />What do you really mean? I dig your undertones<br />They hit me one two three, they shake me<br />ecstacy, crazy dainty daisy you are my flower<br />all of one, two, three, four more hours<br />the knife slides, scabbard sheath sheik<br /><br />kafka<br /><br />bow, bow down before but who watches us now?<br />court's adjourned, king is dead or nowhere to be found<br />Everyone grab your crown or better yet, serf the dirt<br /><br />--<br /><br />one, two, three, five!<br />Fibonacci's givin' bocci balls<br />away, where? out on the beach<br />out on the Bouuulevaard<br />look look look, what?<br />hear him call<br />Tisioni you owe me a game<br />Mafia offers ya the deal<br />to do old Tony in<br />Ya pal, ya freedom, so ya bleed him<br />and go to the beach where each<br />grain's making two more growing it grows<br />ocean's overflowed with sand can't stand<br />I'm swallowed my hollow body flows<br />in lights out<br />Godel's ghostly cries crowd my mind<br /><br />Moving pictures hypnotize my eyes<br />glitter tickles the little lies my mind tries on me<br />free fall pixel tetris blend beatrice and beast's guest<br />civil unrest, blind disobedience, then you lead us<br /><br />You really think about it? Aren't you stealing another's words?<br />Have you ever read the Bible or Pinker? Oh you're a thinker all right<br />Bright boy. Nation of bright boys. Old Andy's in his deathbed, sweaty head in<br />his hands, a big man. The champ, once. Waves rise<br />and fall like walls, but why?<br /><br />Spotted pumas love grooves ya hips, ya got sass,<br />ya haunches raunchy<br />get off ya donkey now shake that ass!<br /><br />Discern the world pentagonal sensory channel filter<br />the blur. I heard when babies are born they see it all as one.<br />When a baby is born we are born again<br />We are born again. Their cries are cries of life<br />Their cries are cries of freedom. Cries of life.<br />Cries of freedom. Rejoice, hallellujah, a child is born.<br />A child is alive, we live on.<br /><br />If we could see what we've been through<br />a history of our lives tattooed to our backs<br />like a comic strip flipped to animate<br />the great, evil, stupid things of our lives<br />the bullshit times, the why's the when's<br />the never ending story<br /><br />Everyone wants to take us out of the jungle<br />Big heads big brains big lanes language and humor<br />drunken stupor stampede. We're running back in if we ever left<br />full speed. When did we leave?<br /><br />Why do anything? Troubled if you're reading and agreeing.<br />Sisyphus' fists of fury, hell bound Hellenist heaves his stone.<br />WHy, why, why. Fly over him,<br />carry it away. You don't need to push any more. It's all over sis.<br />stop stop stop pushing<br /><br />umbrella rise, my parrot flies<br />dumb cell song of lienups<br />hell is hot, I bet<br />people don't need to work on tans there<br />hell is not, I guess<br />a place where you'd get any rest<br />and hell is swell I guess<br />cause I think it's where I've been all week<br />lucipher does his dirty laundry right next door to me<br />always burning his shirts<br />but that's good, cause they say stupid things<br />like 'Death to Disco' and<br />'Big Daddy D'<br />the lava river keeps starting fires in my backyard<br />come on! Where's the marshall? Where's the marshall<br />cherry trees just exploded<br />christ where is everybody<br /><br />-tax time song<br /><br />Oh hello there<br />Tax form one seven three<br />I see you baby<br />lookin over at me<br />It's that time<br />the ides of April<br />I'm gonna penetrate you with<br />a big fat metal staple<br />OH yea<br />You like that? tax time, I'll audit you<br />if you don't sign that line<br />OH yea<br />tax time<br /><br />Evaporate glass doesn't break<br />split atom inside the dead<br />crumble decay, push the button display<br /><br />perched on a hotel balcony<br />the crowd below, hoping for a show<br />screaming don't, or do it<br />screw it, you blew it, now doooit<br /><br />It's a bright town. The citizens walk around<br />lamp shades on their heads, too bright to look upon.<br />Keep the lampshade on your head<br /><br />empty head dried grape im 21 for fuck's sake<br />Ive just begun but my mind aches like I'm ancient<br />my pyramid's vacant<br />please take me away somewhere safe and quiet I<br />promise Ill never say a word<br /><br />triage tree frogs with broken legs. pedo and baby Ted<br />twisted scenes shrapnel slits lungs, gills tongues touch<br />the fan in the hotel room - so depressing- so neat and clean,<br />how many has this room seen before me? So depressing how many<br />stories there are, so far back, so far down. So far.<br /><br />I'm out. Sideways. Gulf stream floating me back east.<br />I'm down. Upside: got some green at least.<br />doubt I'll pickup but my luck's all I need<br /><br />Hide in your mind. Push it out your spine<br />Defy your kind. Push it down now.<br />Refry your mind in the microwave<br />Tear me up in therapy, fuck that shit<br /><br />"the world cannot be born" - quote from Salinger right?<br />the warts on my feet<br />doors and seats<br />forlorn screams pour<br />the world cannot be bornUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-13803207043414424802007-08-22T08:27:00.000-07:002007-08-22T08:47:38.913-07:00<span></span>the answer is not empty<br />muse not divine<br />my ruse disguised<br />something new, new - these tools are old<br />balance and counter ounces for hours<br />new music for new brains - new molds stretched<br />taut over the reptile - stretched tight like a sail<br />as we sail far, far away, on the bones of ancestors<br />full of songs, full of words, full of song<br />so far we'll sail, and others sail further, so far<br />to new places, and old places with new faces<br />races to change - surge the surface, break free<br />of free - emotions - new bricks - so new still wet<br />with mud birth, still shifting wiggling wobbling full of earth<br />and fire chars bubbling up bridges. The new consumes<br />the new is fire the new is the language behind the language<br />above the language above - the code behind the open<br />words spoken across breakfast cereal - the new is not the<br />answer, charred gears, red, blue, white hot jarring,<br />whirring, scurrying panting ranting reaming beaming<br />careening being broken spokes sprockets blotches rockets roar<br />doors open tokens kicked between broken bits of me to you<br />these needs needs sewn strewn bloom blast craftily<br />wafting through the atmosphere - beads of the beast not<br />the mother - trapped in cast cacoons, happy to fast<br />under the moon finger pointed jointed digger's digit<br />pigeon shit. And yet, what can you do? Bellow as you fall<br />or close your eyes- imagine flight. Fun. focus, Hocus pocus<br />chokes us, charm the marming fire<br />farm, calm the storm swarming trees, soften the<br />hoots so roots can join and joke. Still<br />playing out the play, but we've left the stage=<br />still costumed - made up fake sucking out the<br />truth, sage sleuths. You can ask all you want, but the<br />answers won't reveal. Fall over edges leading descending ledges<br />seekers know. Ingrained in your psyche, burned so<br />deep, it resonated on every note, is your path<br />to wherever. Live in other times minds remain.<br />build a house in the jungle. Approval. Undercurrent<br />ripples whip aboundingly sounding out loudly on<br />bars or bristles - hardy missiles pause and sizzle<br />whittle away the gray casing embracing<br />ideals delivered to a T are dangerous<br />kindness feels its way through the muck<br />New worlds unfurled embrace<br />The meaning of your life lies in a river on a<br />raft. You sit a giver among friends.<br />Looking further bends the frame<br />ends the game<br />Don't stray too far<br />heed Father Daedalus' tears<br />always lights at the end<br />Around the bend in the river<br />the meaning of life, and you the giver.<br />Not satisfying, well, oh well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-16416759371671932112007-08-07T18:24:00.000-07:002010-02-12T21:24:13.737-08:00howling blare<br /><br />gears grind raw like chainsaw on chainsaw<br />memes lost call: spiking wave falls and brain stalls<br />call connectors, calling collectors: forget your debtor<br />his cortex was jetissoned I bet it's in the<br />wall crawling somewhere a crater we'll explore later this Fall<br />studded tires fire the mud, churn blood butter<br />up the other slope<br />the bod slows slowly woefully in muck, stuck<br />or spinning free?<br />It's authentic bliss schizophrenic kiss gents live in the walls<br />of their own being<br />awarded a psych ward for life bored minds unite<br />few ever ate cheddar on the jackal that old cacklin' cook<br />Luciph's laquer goo trapped the mad hatter's boot the cat and<br />the red and blue queens too screaming like two peas in a soup<br />true:the following three are false<br />the hallower the head the bigger the mouse<br />vomitting cosmic ashes, lashes<br />linked blink, blink, trains crossing<br />rains tossing wipers like mighty striking vipers<br />keeping time to the tune of hyper pied pipers<br />whining with disuse grinding tooth on tooth<br />to hear truth's heir: the howling blare of<br />I don't care!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-42119682073180326972007-08-06T15:07:00.001-07:002007-08-07T18:24:32.558-07:00-changed<br /><br />I'd rather be a wandering philosophy<br />spouting my gossamer gospel from<br />hostel to hostel<br />I'd rather ponder the laws that be<br />shouting crossly 'cross hell from<br />hassle to hassle<br />I'd rather rag serene old blues tracks<br />beaming lucid dream facts for free from<br />jackal to jackal, jeckel to hyde<br />fat sacks full double bags tied blessed mind<br />mirror blind steerer<br />of fortunes trouble binds the tides blears<br />the torture horticulture shears the green children<br />building dream vines but the freak rides out the wave<br />devout, depraved, saved, engraved<br />outside his house his tombstones<br />deep asleep from his room thrown<br />into this schisming scamper you can't<br />recant the brain's decanter or answer a howling blare<br />I'd rather not be cancer, the drab crab dancer granting foul over fair<br />I'd rather stop the dancing axis that lances the earth<br />and stand back and wait for man's rebirth.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-73768109153335969072007-08-02T17:26:00.001-07:002007-08-07T19:08:24.193-07:00ancient traditionfreewritten<br /><br /><br />That ancient tradition<br />Fat haitians in the kitchen<br />bitchin for some bread<br />that revered art<br />pulled apart<br />blow for blow<br />I let you go<br />That sacred art<br />the mission: subsist on tail<br />rail for rail all hail the jail<br />of fucking prophet robins harbingers<br />of wars boring boners boning in Rome<br />falling Stone rise Chrome<br />lying high on the Dome<br />skytrack tight backed sexlette swank<br />shut up mind let me fuck this skank<br />do what my dick needs chick<br />seeds sows rows of hoes frenzy of fucking<br />so lucky squish your rubber ducky<br />I'm a monkey. Like my father and his<br />before him and his so on the ancient tradition<br />veneered rights of passage to the ass ignites the<br />nostrils fossil balls jerk and jam man I gotta<br />get laid, so I gotta get paid, trade your dick for<br />tricks shit jobs in pit fog Fuck it. Happy slappy pig<br />bitch twitch your stick, cut that shit out, cut the<br />shit off-tale so old it's lame, slay the game it's a<br />cancer not the answer to life, the fog not the light<br />so why live, why give a shit? You ask too much<br />casket and crutch crunch your hunch that this<br />is it, get lit or lost pause poetically pathetically caused<br />and cast about shouting 'Who turned the light out?',<br />show yourself Know thyself? Behold thy belt sky melts<br />oozes out. Red in tooth and claw, to bed<br />to wed the roof with falls and howls to our<br />grandads thrusting, dandy lions crying bees behind<br />defile them suck their nectar free, to be free<br />that's what we need. But what then. What's the story<br />without the gory end? Without boy meets girl and<br />then ....? It's that bitch the itch, keeping your pitch<br />clean timbre in line - necessary evil weaving her<br />will through your stills. Sit and listen children<br />to our revered tradition, yes sit and listen, love's<br />cooked up in the kitchen sit and listen, glistening<br />breasts quick sharp breaths pierce the lungs of lovers<br />longing, heroin hits, three quick kicks for free<br />'but this is who we are!' you plead.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-91457052470207258582007-08-02T17:10:00.000-07:002007-08-02T17:23:11.345-07:00-jeysus<br /><br />don't knock it till you rock it<br />and clock out a socket<br />don't drop out till you vomit<br />and spray up on it<br />work it, bezerk it till you short circuit<br />murky inks, sinking the squish<br />deep dish bliss sounds delish<br />fish diving on a rainy day<br />lock jawed jamming can't get away<br />the knock knock's slammin<br />my man as he drops in his grave<br />a slave to the slushy mushy muck<br />love sucks<br />slurpy chirpy digging deeper in a hurry<br />he's thirty she's perty, cheap 'n dirty<br /><br />forst fire people drive me crazy lazy<br />the great feat phantoms pantomimed couch potato<br />personified stay away it apple dry<br />clean cut prim and proper preposition listen cool<br />crisp lean air tears out his trachea lucky duck<br />spoons friendship and trust are dustUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-71159669476399875942007-07-26T22:58:00.001-07:002007-07-26T23:09:03.295-07:00glass wall separates penetrate<br />screaming shards fall wailing<br />crutched munched my mind's eye<br />can't fly with stumps<br />lumps lacerated pass the grated<br />ruins of my youth the truth<br />is only what appears<br />vermouth holds my tears<br />it's clear purpose usurp<br />us, our wills, thrills, and fears<br />our car lent out and bent up<br />beat in and twisted, whistled<br />wonderwall under the hallway<br />they all say it's just a phase<br />they all say just wait, wait<br />smoke away the hate<br />gaze past the gate<br /><br />lobotomy, my feet won't talk to meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-73011356508399359192007-07-24T20:45:00.000-07:002009-09-15T17:31:43.579-07:00It's all bust-Tried to describe how I think, i totally have add, then trails off<br /><br />my mind's like a flash pan, a trash can<br />slammed full of debris, massed plans pass by and hands<br />strand lines my ripe rind crashes cries called in the streets<br />stable fall fabled walls crawling<br />down the crease No release. Fusion free caffeine<br />herbal tea secreted verbally turn and see Crack!<br />dancing the neurotic tango man to man then slow<br />turn off it and go coughing up burned bread Rioting<br />radius piloting pontius taunting us haunting dust<br />rush roar, emerge serge and switch hitch<br />your claw juts on the verge and bursts thirsty rage<br />reckless don't expect this to end soon like moon's lightly,<br />Short hot stars that burn out break brightly<br />Scowl, squeel meals of brackish, in fact this is not what I intended,<br />but please do be offended I dented<br />your fender, don't pretend to her, disintegrate<br />quake cold cash bolt past to the front of the bus in B-town,<br />please meet us in Pounderville<br />we'll gas the grill with a match in the tank<br />filled to the gills quilled pines bark cars honk<br />lava bravo saucy chinkos, flayed fraps greying gringos<br />baited bats howling bowling balls, hopping lanes<br />Stop the game! Stop! The name's Carlos<br />Para los ninos, you've seen those retches, clench it<br />your wrenched fist, dry heave, high weaving water<br />sparkled blithely striving tidies glide by horrified<br />at this glorified fountain of youth spouting truth and stale rum<br />from his gums, chaos and confusion may our loss be your delusion<br />and grandeur's gain, fried minds churned in a melting soap pan,<br />flash crash garble gobble garbage can SamUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-29486166023425653502007-07-23T23:28:00.001-07:002007-07-23T23:34:39.079-07:00-more frees<br /><br />unburden the churches the lurches the priests<br />unparden the garden's burp slurping beasts<br />helping and belching, squelching feast upon feast<br />treatise trapezed traversed conversation patience<br />latent heat demon seed at your feet ropes reap the reward<br />hang your hopes at the door for clients only<br />your science is lonely<br /><br />numb hands, both branded B, clandestine<br />don't press my buttons lovekins<br />let you live I'll break you give<br />I'll let you in the fantasy collar bones<br />toes and teeth gritted grin in death meth head<br />shark fin, bark thinly covers whatever your lies<br />can't shanty town in San Fran, marshmallow heads<br />explode in unison, independence day, freedom bay<br />lead the way one two..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-58103960843953392442007-07-23T23:10:00.000-07:002010-02-12T21:59:29.788-08:00-some garbled freestyle<br /><br />those great writers write words like you recite them<br />with the correct emotion in their voice as they have heard<br />piece of the play Tongue tilting on every word<br />the ball drops rolls cascades the waning rays of<br />transmission the black box of cognition from words<br />to ecstacy. Writing makes you important.<br />dripping tongues burble and hum dip and<br />dart rhythmic beating hearts. Smell the air<br /><br />jump ship bump hips while you bail<br />lumpy tits bum lips hire two sailors<br />a whaler weaving through the avenue<br />tailing a masked blacked taxist with a tattoo<br />of you strapped inside bars of water<br />lapping up the tap in sips to get out<br />sinking thinking Maybe this wasn't such a<br />great idea save me is his late cry he then<br />shakes dry and pries up on the hold molded<br />cold clammy fingers ping the metal dreaded<br />death knoll, war cry leaded let fly for<br />my grave is dug, nothing left, close my<br />eyes and accept this ocean bottom death<br /><br />euphoric for it - split limbs crossing<br />tossing forward balls of flame tipped feet<br />we're both fucked, give it up<br /><br />given nothing you can rise above<br />given all nothing to prove<br /><br />wake up watch yourself from afar<br />give up, they turn your torso where it goes<br />give out, bellowing echoes across the chasm<br /><br />busty broad throbs your heart<br />that's the way it is<br />rusty play jogs head to cock<br />accept the lock? Reject the crock<br />These wires firing the fire<br />soon there will be a funeral free pyre<br />and cake and hoods, but how can<br />you step free of the skin, the loins<br />that join the best with two backs<br />Who cares if it's a cage? free meals great sex<br />Creole and long long legs enraged romance the stance<br />'Hero' is a word for the movies<br />Good and evil toosiesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-34030668345249505422007-07-19T14:11:00.000-07:002007-07-19T14:22:23.808-07:00-another freewrite<br /><br />moans over the ocean<br />low hungry dungeons<br />lunging lustily for but a crust<br />busted out, rusted over<br />cut and dried<br />tanned hides<br />of a billion slaves, grey<br />by thirty, dirty dingy walks<br />to work, to school, to dream and<br />see what we see, screaming freedom<br />rings, freedom stings and stabs<br />breaks scabs choking croaking<br />bloated bags, two sacks of skin<br />kindle the flame within, still sin<br />sinning, after millenia trapped to our foot<br />bound to our roots boots super glued<br />in our survival suits, The moon<br />walk carnival Barnum and Baley sailing<br />'laughing with one hand waving free'<br />the other charming three women<br />living on these streets, these dirty streets<br />that we're bound to, like clowns who<br />can't take off their noses<br />can't shake off their rosy cheeks<br />while cashing checks laughing heads<br />behind the counter flounder as they hear'em<br />say it's the same with them in the mirror<br />So what if we're half beast? we be as we be<br />not as we believed, freedom is an idea.<br />So what if we're free, so what but what if..<br />but what then, look for the man who doesn't belong<br />long haired took the form of Pan, the songed flutist, he blew<br />this bet with Zeus, this test of mettle of wit, yet<br />still knitted still netted together this web of tethers realm.<br />So does it tend to matter whether no one's home at the helm?<br />Nowhere Man spins and turns burns the urns'<br />ashes again a den of iniquity turned upsidedown<br />touch around your mouth: big lipped Southies<br />softies dreaming lofty sights of kingdom come, of<br />freedom, need something to believe in I guess.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-867457627292357022007-07-15T21:26:00.000-07:002007-07-15T21:50:06.970-07:00stream of concs shit-sort of a story. sort of crazym but I like it. freewritten<br /><br />deserted except for my words<br />they heard them hurt them<br />turgid swords burned skin swindled ends swathed and scourged then<br />merged pens dancing on the head of a million moths<br />prancing and deadly red with troffs of taffies<br />now why are you laughing? Pyschopathy<br />a billion batteries clacking at me<br />scrappy scallions saving sadly<br />now waving madly they ate my apathy<br />a trap of sea tracks of three smacks to<br />the left side of your ride, a cleft thigh<br />oh my how absurd is the world<br />as sane as its seer, our brain bounces freer<br />clear to the collective moleculuive mind a hive<br />keystone ring phone beef stroganoff<br />dethrone, bemoan, king, throw him off!<br />to the dogs and hogsheads, leopards and peglegs<br />the dregs of the din, this calamity of cliches<br />which way in the maze of stray days<br />ambulatory sam knew the story of tory and tonic<br />it lifted her bonnet the gifted sonnet just<br />tripped on the sextet, the next bet will be bigger<br />I figure four or five K and a mil by may<br />trigger door's alive land fill's the way<br />diggers, moors, cries, Sam killed the dj<br />the freeway the only way to see straight<br />be afraid, jump freights, pluck grapes in Tijua (Tee-ya-way) (Tijuana)<br />lay down in the wind tossed grass cross-armed<br />say how sin, sauce, n ass cost you the farm<br />pray now and cringe, mossy mass tossed, tarred<br />jarred, hardly awake as the aztec sun bakes the yard<br />not far not far to fly, leap and weep into the father's eye<br />his tiled complection of roseblood reds and battered blue,<br />a solemner hue you never knew<br />wavering flavoring riffles of air stream inbetween your stiff<br />hairs in the beaded heat<br />geese peck at your feet. A treat of meat you gave<br />to the free slaves of snow. How brave.<br />How noble<br />We'll never know.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-23144236627341143572007-07-15T21:15:00.000-07:002009-09-15T17:39:37.904-07:00more freewrite shit-it's bout fat people. plain and simple<br /><br />throw your pills away to the turtles<br />blow four mills and brave twin hurdles<br />two girdles chasing, facing their prey<br />purple creations to dwindle their rations<br />before they are patrons of lypo. It's all<br />hype though, they're still hippos,<br />with pig noses and gnarly hearts<br />and necks sprinkled wth as many wrinkles<br />as cards in a deck. Checkmate, beefsteck<br />and fake meats called sweets, succulent innards<br />twizzlers wrapped in a skin with muffins bluffing<br />their hand, but nothing can overcome one<br />look at their buns, their brand.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-i dno<br /><br />8 billion fish in a bowl bowling and strolling and<br />skiing free as can be because the robots have<br />flown away. Charles calls the bar from his stool, drools<br />and drawls his Southern call. No kids to catch no<br />lids to bash today, everyone's out for the day. Cooking his own book<br />with shots of sunshine topped with lemon lime<br />soda he's filled his quota ill in Bogota's barrio<br />tinted trollies go from a place to another. Bumping<br />bodies flow up the avenue turning cars and fleets<br />at bay, because it's all a big party bust out the bacardi now that the robots<br />have flown awayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-88511095165111586382007-07-12T21:09:00.000-07:002009-09-15T17:51:45.434-07:00freestyle in writingfreewritten<br /><br />1st one<br /><br />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...<br /><br />2nd<br /><br />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.<br /><br />-<br /><br />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.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-89915349860287134572007-06-23T15:00:00.001-07:002007-06-23T15:00:33.029-07:00they look for a man that fits the front<br />and dress him in the clothes they give him<br />and he's their man and history knows himUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-75460544833360079112007-06-15T16:21:00.001-07:002007-06-26T19:42:50.652-07:00Dripping leaves, flowering flowers, sounds of nature in the city<br />Sighing heaves, following followers, simple souls ah what a pityUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-28908162461208846412007-06-10T19:57:00.000-07:002007-06-10T20:00:39.865-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">different species of people go by<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">species of the mind<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">collections of beliefs <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">reciprocated, complimented<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">natural boundaries drawn<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">perpetuated<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">lines that direct and <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">expand regardless<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">of walls, bars, or harness<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">lines that escape abstraction<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">because their representation<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">is just a fraction <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">of their reality<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">it's a jungle to see in our minds<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">the new evolution<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">birthing and rearing thoughts<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">and killing them<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">in place of babes<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">brains in a body<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">carrying ourselves<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">from one existence to<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">another</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-64479610909472446652007-06-09T11:19:00.001-07:002007-06-09T11:19:47.391-07:00running past the strange streets of my youthUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-73164640755574237782007-06-09T11:18:00.000-07:002009-09-15T17:48:30.587-07:00They say momentum makes the world turn<br />And maybe strings make all matter<br />They say the lights are balls of gas<br />And three atoms make water<br /><br />The mechanical world<br />Creaks and churns<br />And dirt collects in its gutters<br /><br />But you saw a glint through cracks<br />shining more brilliant than a sun<br />It spoke to you -forgotten things:<br />The swaying petals,<br />Rain in the pond,<br />Footsteps in the morning,<br /><br />I saw these things before me<br />Arched over in glory<br />And so tangled in this mystery<br />I forgot quantum physistry<br />And saw...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-86120335116651043752007-06-09T11:09:00.000-07:002007-06-09T11:11:27.812-07:00-I dunno<br /><br />Caught.<br />Dangling, actually<br />I floated, skied on clouds<br />Of numbers, ideas, images,<br />You burned through a connection<br />To animal.<br />A sign of humanity<br />The constant duel of ideals and reality<br />Love and lust<br />Not good and evil.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-74635046624279439032007-06-09T11:08:00.000-07:002007-06-09T11:09:37.535-07:00cloth clothes and separates<br />Pressurized ears cannot hear<br />closed nose knows no air<br />Dust covered tongue tastes none<br />Film covered eyes hypnotizedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15383833.post-5247549588013193552007-06-09T11:07:00.000-07:002009-09-15T17:48:55.449-07:00Simultaneous systems<br />sway together in time<br />Or Probabilities predict<br />matter and mind<br />And Either way it’s decided<br />within some certain scope<br />There’s just no room<br />for fear,<br />or for hopeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0