Thursday, April 23, 2015

? preface

broadie raccoon was born a-brushed      like dental floss
         flicking unwanted fecal matter unto the mirror to be judged
later  and at a moments notice
       
                   when your out the door      you look upon the self quickly
life Is what it seems      
         fast conclusions are most important in mirrors     in a hurry       one shouldn't  linger
       
                        a thought came and went but the most  import     ant
thing is past      
     and there for

 
   do

does      

                    does   no

does   not
                     does  not
is not mat
                       does not mat
is not
             does not matter

Monday, April 13, 2015

shooting the shit on a sunday....something about hands

i was sitting linked in self  and hands
              babe like       fetal stye  in the midst of everything else
     the light       was somewhere      doing something
           
    i think        
when the thing i was thinking about was    the thing
   then    wasn't                   when seal sails dance among the chased ones
                   and there is always the other polsterguestic melancholy
in ledger because it must
            when
i realized               in mid breath
             an ego     destroys what is loved in order to sleeve is own arms
fingers clench boast best of all
in spite of everything else

                              and the waiters are the simple?
or what is missed when eyes widen to a moments ferric passion
     but broken plates and missed direction               words out

like  argue means everything the color of drunk
               but with thought     (its complicated)
i thought      a breath taken means more      amidst everything else
     then fetal hands      thrown           the smoke staked fingers lost their calm

        and anger is la te da           be it     your self?

       later   i watched a movie about space    it felt like the same thing
and i thought i was thinking the whole time

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

the sky is now...

i wont to       shake
      like shake it off        a knows  bleed sanctuary
where little is known    

      and affect plays the keys            wilco blue

          the sky is now...     what'd  you say    
       weird
                     clout and cloud are similar hungarians
wondering                          between eating the spinach or growing it

                           the mouth opens so easily  how can word compete
cock and mortar     sealed between the wet works
                   
       cock and mortar               the difference between fuck

  and      what could be described as
     
             a middle school playground make-out pleasure cruse

behind the swing set     before the first real boner    
          beyond what      in mean s        
       
          placate the first fuhrer      and the next
(good boy)
                 computer          mind telling you    
 right from

real    
           and let the real stand    
circle seed as the moon    
                     change you change we change youchange
shouldchange       change me

Friday, January 30, 2015

i lay a lake down

i lay a lake down like bread crumbs  
i lay a lake down       seeing just           just looking
       crumbs     and sight trailing    as i lay  a lake down
like vinyl pavement
on the kitchen floor
                      bank the till and let it be rest
in times of sutra
        a suiters feathers rise and fall in passion
   
                   deliverance was   letting       wearing easy street
as if  doing
doesn't do   like bread crumbs         all be it bread

            i've   well     you have too

as i lay a lake
down the self will go       its body      its feelings mind notes
         being of notes  what    of time   as copper beads feel pain  

amount the self     not for a moment's acquittal
     may i guard acquittals like bumper cannons
playing to the sound of free bird
 
                   
     but for the moments terry        as it does
            amount the self      

Thursday, January 8, 2015

where words go after we say them

you know that one thing you were talking about
   it was   big    chalk upon green slat        og style
     you know    important
               you    thinking  
           or so you thought
it was kind of about you  but with all the other things you wish
mindlessly followed you around  -       
                    handing you      your relevance       upon demand                
        your such a cowboy these days   corralling big       and cows
takes only nawhs and whips                     these days

          -   saying yes
                             and when you looked at them they were
already smiling      
                              because they understand....

that part of this    is fleeting    like the other has
            the other a kind weed         could be
grown out of work itself      building towers to the unseen
   in purity        the other a sound   repeated by birds and trees
counting winding   itself  and nothing else
   
                              and at last look   is beginning to
resume its most exceptional attribute      in leaf            the leaving the most
      for a least approach       after resting  of course
 
              and that is where words go after we say them
      

Sunday, November 30, 2014

the night train runs same as the day


...A selective navigation boiled...
steam wells bellied upon the ocean's floor
                   rusting there since a century ago    its

Social    lips moving  a familiar word displaced
In comma coated peacock feathers  
                         or perceive it so
               jutting                     dispense     sonic salivation
 for thoughts undecided   
                                       steam as it is   life should be managed 
    containing All  but one trait
 thoughts 
         siding out side of the flocks clerical calender
                  rusting there since a century ago

Tide  lineal     a soul good enough to sink  deep      a breath...........

                    eye
      palindrome post pence        in calicoptic serenade
 over
sage sense
                    The kind that when telling a story cures in climax          wanting a smile in turn           
      
           steam     as it is life bellied upon the ocean's floor mined 
                              all but one trait


bondage?
a term to clear for

or it could be a term for
          highways in congestion      steam wells bellied on the ocean's floor
rusting there since a century ago     

Thursday, November 20, 2014

random no. I

i've read the I is    at its best when not at all
between        sense and since   in discourse

       in real time       I bests      evil in gnosis
           the prime is hers          
I   define lines
  
  the sort of i that rhymes with the sort of line
              were the H is silent  
      a sort of I  between balloons collected in rows signifying seatings
                                     places  we are supposed to sit
      the sort of line that bests its simple                 and pours the difference
                  to small to see      
                               i guess because the looking would be weird
                         the line becoming silhouette  deciding that silhouette doesn't suite
personality together with conformitative vibes       name tags and everything
       
its in your herd      she said    or maybe in your head
          who's to say

i've been told that when the rasta sing the I                  they mean God
            the totalitarian fiend subdues the drug of Earth      
and the other    way      
                 who's to say
the weed grows vagrantly     without nurture  in nurture
       
           in condensation
           combined these are conventions of I      
a wedding of self and no-self     in measure         the I is at point
                     
commanded in jest      
commended at best

            and yet when ran    continence of I  seem to fit delightful

when i can manage of corse
                     i've seen the I markets   heard my share that i

bought in and wagered the days earning     s
                          And   where is the difference
And what              
     
  i've seen the I     bought   bent and reconciled in highs of leisure
                               I can and will be sold

as it seems      the easiest of seams to mend