Saturday, October 12, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
should mind exist
us and others
are the only agreed
media to matter when
in fact its connected everywhere
a predicament
and if they take dna
from the ugliest part of you
they can remake you
to the nail
all this recording of us
foldered in heavy metal
will be the only option
or termination
and we will rush for it
its delights
its fakiry
a matrix of numbers
alternating zero
in eternal purgation
with a plug
thereby gaining some escape
Sunday, September 22, 2013
a paladin Mynster
stopped and bent his mare
a crowd from the street gathered
a piper, a maid
he wrote,
a war between a religion of the rich
versus a code of the strong
I am the fruit man
its of the season
and always ripe
but it cuts to your belly
among of which
pupal suaves
the pizdrool has been pulled up
bred and battered
for a dillon a dollar
because if we don't have the demand
we don't need the servants
as the moment arrives
its a wild's kitten, my dear
jj
a book of nights
the galaxy is within
same as the galaxy without
and your bridge is just a room
and your chair
is rented, licensed
and belted
I labeled it earth
I don't think I was smarterer than
or more knowledgeable
I am more knowledgeable about my own self
which is perhaps the only reliable possibility
of probabilities I've got
typin to the notes of a raga
with forty instruments of percussion
jackoac might have felt that comparison
between the trumpet and the typewriter
the keypad and the flesh
Fkesh
it is the next frontier
biology is absolute
culture is your relative
and a prison
with jeweled windows
step out
there is no odour
step out of what you can
every day
it will exponentiate
do it comfortable
until comfort no longer matters
step out
live
and now so do I
dancer
its a white world
course ridley
made them white
made them white
Sunday, September 15, 2013
compass glass whistlin
sails tight mast aching
seas of waves
a touch within the code
calling you to ground
growth stalk leaf
the animal cant fight
cant write
still whistle tho
skip then gaze
feel hair on the wind
light on the cells
and the streams
in the last shot
a quantum on break
a rub of english
sight blurred in the south
limbs from the North
heart fast
theres a room where they wont bite you
the insect brain the reptile has you by the throat
reflections you weave from smokes
mirrors you lose at cognition
and the rock rotates
grinding and aiming
for your outside lane
and your pedals move
the bar is broken
you'll never make speed
but try anyway
if not for the straw games
you could lay with the dog
straw and rain
Thursday, September 12, 2013
but if you step out of
your species' learned pattern
senses change, values
necessarily your soul
but in perception
you become aware of everything
and the way the world is
you know there is a
reality universe everything eater
and its just beginning
and you know there is something
you're not supposed to do
something like madness
loss of direction
and if you do
it will be the end of a con
only you will hear
Sunday, September 1, 2013
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