Thursday, August 11, 2011

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Saturday, August 6, 2011


















air dripping
wet afternoon
2 clean friends
in various do's
around the garden

america populus
steppin out
for a bit
a last professional

what if it kept you young
and they kept it from you
any monkey knows
a roof is best
for stretching
no need to say cat people
people are cats

xtc is some self satisfaction
bearing confidence
to acquire through openness
personality
possession
by yourself

to remember the voice
hear it again
within
god

to be sky blue
in a grey sky
to shine

with a nephew
on my shoulders










Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Church News

OF  DOGS  AND  MEN  













 

































































Sunday, July 31, 2011

Lobster Bar

































what can be said at all
can be said clearly,
and what we cannot talk about
we must pass over in silence.

the reason why I give no sources
is that it is a matter of indifference to me
whether the thoughts that I have had
have been anticipated by someone  else.

if I am to know an object,
though I need not know its external properties
i must know its internal properties

we picture
facts to ourselves

in a manner of  speaking
objects are colourless.

form is the
possibility of structure











Saturday, July 30, 2011

Shize? I should shee!  Macool,  Macool,
orra whyi deed ye diie?  of a trying thirstay mournin?

Sobs they sighdid at Fillagain's chrissormiss wake, all the  hoolivans of the nation,
prostrated  in their consternation, and their duodismally profusive plethora of ululation.

There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers and raiders and cinemen too.  And the all gianed in with the shout-most shoviality.  Agog and magog and the round of them agrog. To the  continuation of that celebration until Hanandhunigan's extermination!

Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening, Belling him up and filling him down. He's stiff but he's steady is Priam Olim!

"Twas he was the dacent gaylabouring youth.  Sharpen his pillowscone, tap up his bier!  E'erawhere in whorl would ye hear sich a din again?

With their deepbrow fundigs and the dusty fidelios.  They laid him brawdawn alanglast bed. With  a bockalips of finisky fore his feet.  And a barrowload of guenesis hoer his head.
Tee the tootal of the fluid hang the twoddle of the fuddled,

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so let me  get  this right
im in a deal with authority
where I can only pay it
with approved painted paper
whose value is set at its whim
and where all  forms  of ownership
are subject to devaluation and manipulation

hibiscus opening in the afternoon

so presuming
you  are a  mouthpiece
for  some earth intelligence
the  more you are out of the  way
say what you cant say
the truer