Sunday, August 8, 2010

Another

Devil dog, damned drain,
drab dimming dracula
tooth, capillary double dutch.
Prospect crosshatch
filler outside motor
roar telling telling
yelling devil dog
companion drowning,
bubble barK.
It’s a damned drain,
damning flow hearts
dripping leak
grave maker.

Taker faker
bruise maker.
Stair laborer spun on, mark beauty stat
purposed sighting float that toe over,
inking mouth moment blot
not not not not knot not
Teller playing a precision stranding
find shaping skull growing, standing
Stratus sheet has the meter reading
pretending half percent
with all complemenT (ss).
Bowl of fire, face retire, whisper message has been sent.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Modernish

So desaturated
What pulses, each joint flexing
Going on over the hill,
It is hard to walk on
Will I float to the upcoming earthquake?
Each crack filled with another name
Dropped off
Long lasting
Five senses being coughed on
Sick of accessibility
Paranoia linking all words
All should have been said in an auditorium
Obvious labeling letting the touch
Of any reality seem questionable
Maladaptive patterns shown
Through chronic drug abuse
What universal language will
All irregular minds congregate
Fever in no utopia
Its garden is the most despised
aspect of the modern(ist) project

Friday, January 29, 2010

single will


Now you have to pay for that bag
it has not recognized its creator
rubbing noses and never able to quite connect
great fall in the woods
I wanted a letter
I saw it make the jump
almost the whole alphabet
past all the bigger rocks

rugged screaming theory
jealous fury dipped in the last batch
damn its relevance
disregard the prominence
fruit on the bottom
blend when appropriate
I hate phantom vibration
one mississippi
is one long breath, holding and letting that underwater
drive seem too long, long, and one breath, I wrote about it.

pass it to me pass it to me, I will be sore in the morning.

my will is in my documents folder, labeled black. I had the USB handy for a quick download in case my hard drive failed, but it looks like there is no maintenance needed, a lost file , a lost mind

My password is under the rock on the desk.


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