April 2012
13 posts
7 tags
Bus Stop
The bus stop was a small muddybrown thing, etched with indecipherable gang hieroglyphics, erected on the topside of an overpass by the college. Waiting there any day one could see sparrows giddily hop from concrete perches and glide into the tunnel. They had no doubts about it. They, being so natural with weight-free bones and well adorned with specked feathers, made mockery of suicidal heights....
7 tags
Outside/Inside
OUTSIDE/INSIDE
Outside there was:
the warbling, hyperactive viola of a siren which paused the traffic that normally ran unconscious through grid-streets, leaving behind it only the sound of sliced air
the pumping of ten thousand hearts each at slightly different rhythms that— given a decade— would at one point all resound at the same instant without a single participant in the...
Flies are just flies.
I wasn’t like this.
5 tags
scene in a grey desert/pulling this thing over
We reached the point where the trail branched
and, virulently, spread
Do the hundred capillaries carry?
Nebuchadnezzar said,
“This looks quite like the End”
8 tags
Speak strict stream slip wires under matter fire
There is a man who keeps filthy strips of denim,
neon cereal-box watches,
and knife scars
in an infinite pattern striping both of his arms
His brow is thick
His eyes are pink and sore—caked with gold dust unstirred
His lips bleed
He is convinced utterly that he & we posses no past and that the past is entirely a conspiratorial construction of some sort of implanted mind-probe—though by...
5 tags
The last of the plain-speak poems; a returnal on...
There is a machine in my home
that hums like a military jet and
spews plaguish dust and sickness,
nightly:
It is my wall-mounted AC unit
Tonight,
if it stirs me,
I will throw small things at it
EnerGel pens probably.
Der Erlkönig
Der Erlkönig
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind? Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind; Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm, Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm. “Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?” – “Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht? Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif?” – “Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif.” “Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir! Gar schöne Spiele spiel’ ich mit...
2 tags
C-c-cool
Twitch-dancing across the desert.
TAKYON
6 tags
En Garde Dickhead!
Drudgery!
I’ll have at you with sharpened graphite bits,
with metal bedpost shivs,
with battered thuggish fists,
Prepare for me!
4 tags
I made a movie of your funeral I hope you don't...
I watched over 200 films in order to disprove
the cliché,
“you look so beautiful when you cry”
With enough rouge, plaster, and
forced sobbing
the loss was painted pretty, but the crying…
I have determined that nobody looks anything
but wrinkled,
dripping, red, and swollen when they cry
So when your grandfather died, grey,
your red face
was distorted and ugly: I wanted to run...
8 tags
rotund little savior.
I thought I was out of Klonopin.
I scavenge my drawer of empty bottles,
they are naked and orange and glowing,
with the tags stripped off and stuck to my guitar—
they say: MAY CAUSE DIZZINESS, TAKE WITH FOOD,
DO NOT CONSUME WITH ALCOHOL—
I pick each one up and shake it
hoping for a maraca
but getting white powder,
yellow powder, and pink powder
Until, yes, this is the sound...
