it is slimy wet
surely these canals of flesh and organ
are worth something more than
what they smell like
19 September 2009
cobra snake
i am inside the cobra snake
it is slimy wet
surely these canals of flesh and organ
are worth something more than
what they smell like
it is slimy wet
surely these canals of flesh and organ
are worth something more than
what they smell like
16 September 2009
CHAINS
in solitude i refer my last question to no one.
care?
and within the hollows of darkness quiet
invisible moths swarm my empty disposition.
feed upon brains and blood and time.
material dead.
care?
and within the hollows of darkness quiet
invisible moths swarm my empty disposition.
feed upon brains and blood and time.
material dead.
15 September 2009
13 September 2009
TRANSFERENCE
transference of time and place
from my myspace blog...no longer shall i tread the waters of the space called "my".
bonus freaks collecting frequent abuse cards in line
unaware of misfires and back-turns parading time
the stupid cats of misconception and natural pantomime
howl stubborn, child-like sadness, fruitless whine.
in caves we once inhabited the walls do not reflect
at all a sound, no melody, that might exhibit that
which isn't found but lost in infinite questionable reality.
footsteps silent now they are, no warning where they tread: Lo!
their stink from death of centuries goes nowhere but instead to
hide in smiles 'tween cracks of teeth to fester indeterminately...
Fuck This. A Cavity.
(the rest is pointless writing down for this town has done its purpose
and can kindly look away as at lightspeed it disperses.)
in space i afford not to buy my time,
but to buy instead a conjecture,
which states only once a time and a place,
for the next entomology lecture.
the galaxy, you see, just happens to be
a colony the space ants erected.
flying over you horses;
in case of loss of oxygen in the cabin i will most likely hold my breath.
track track track
to a remote island that lost its flare to the tourist population years ago.
to live.
comb comb comb...
forget
then remember
to forget
and then forget again
for once the light transfers the sound it's merely just pretend.
oceans deep forget to sleep when rest is all required
and underneath the thickest reef the tiniest fish admired,
begins to breathe another breath of particles to feed;
another night another day for it is all the same to me.
i am the grass snake
curled and wondering
in my nostrils air's 'a bumbling
footsteps by and by keep rumbling
yet i hear no sound.
rocks roll round, leaves be tumbling
in my mind no thoughts mumbling
only nerves and blood 'a jumbling
i am the grass snake
slithery stumbling.
as dark jumps on the shores of day
a lark floats on my window
prey for larger bones to feed and flay
until the light of yesterday
repeats itself another stay.
from my myspace blog...no longer shall i tread the waters of the space called "my".
I LEAVE PROSTHETIC CIRCUMSTANCE UNDEAD;
GEOMETRIC APATHY BLED.
VEINS AND MARROW LIQUID FLED,
A GAUZE DESERTED, A FLESHY BED.
DEAD.
GEOMETRIC APATHY BLED.
VEINS AND MARROW LIQUID FLED,
A GAUZE DESERTED, A FLESHY BED.
DEAD.
unaware of misfires and back-turns parading time
the stupid cats of misconception and natural pantomime
howl stubborn, child-like sadness, fruitless whine.
at all a sound, no melody, that might exhibit that
which isn't found but lost in infinite questionable reality.
footsteps silent now they are, no warning where they tread: Lo!
their stink from death of centuries goes nowhere but instead to
hide in smiles 'tween cracks of teeth to fester indeterminately...
Fuck This. A Cavity.
(the rest is pointless writing down for this town has done its purpose
and can kindly look away as at lightspeed it disperses.)
but to buy instead a conjecture,
which states only once a time and a place,
for the next entomology lecture.
the galaxy, you see, just happens to be
a colony the space ants erected.
fake blood in cellular forms cratered in a rubber mass
gaseous fluid rubbing on incandescent trash
math and science bonding glue to make a new hypothesis built only by computer hands...
gaseous fluid rubbing on incandescent trash
math and science bonding glue to make a new hypothesis built only by computer hands...
in case of loss of oxygen in the cabin i will most likely hold my breath.
track track track
to a remote island that lost its flare to the tourist population years ago.
to live.
comb comb comb...
then remember
to forget
and then forget again
for once the light transfers the sound it's merely just pretend.
oceans deep forget to sleep when rest is all required
and underneath the thickest reef the tiniest fish admired,
begins to breathe another breath of particles to feed;
another night another day for it is all the same to me.
i play a different tune with my viola and all the cellos run away.
curled and wondering
in my nostrils air's 'a bumbling
footsteps by and by keep rumbling
yet i hear no sound.
rocks roll round, leaves be tumbling
in my mind no thoughts mumbling
only nerves and blood 'a jumbling
i am the grass snake
slithery stumbling.
a lark floats on my window
prey for larger bones to feed and flay
until the light of yesterday
repeats itself another stay.
SPACESHIP
dimensional extension
existential descension
distal emergence
enigmatic disturbance
what is spaceship: primary function unknown
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