About the author: I know little about the I that is yet to be born, but I do like to think I know a great deal about this posthumous fetus that is my current self. Please, let me be frank. I have betrayed morality, crucified my consciousness, jumped off the family tree, and descended into chaos, darkness, hell. And worse of all, I feel completely innocent. I have sacraficed most forms of happiness in order to feel more real, in hopes (probably vain) of discovering a happiness that feels more real. I am honest. Most try to believe they think honesty is a virtue, but I doubt they truly do, given the fact that honesty is a caged beast, which if released, would cause chaos to run rampant and violent all throughout the earth and likely cause its eventual demise, but here I go. Most people should make sure they do not associate with me for too long at one period of time for I will probably screw them over w/out trying to do so. When I am not a monster, I am either a lazy bum, an arrogant bastard, or going thru a season of genuine polite freindliness that I am soon to destroy. On a good night I pass out completely intoxicated, on bad nights I think, read, and write. I have had enough of both of these nights to have become a well-read, intelligent dumbass, and a drunk w/ a high vocabulary, a whole zoo of bestial instincts, and an exclusive dictionary of personal symbolism. I do not work. I am supported by my beautiful drunk of a bride. She is my evil maenad and holy hellmate. We have an incredibly unstable and often hatefull relationship and we love eachother more than anything in the world, we would never split up even if our lives depended on it. She does not work either, she supports the both of us with the ecstatic poetry of exotic dancing. There, I've done enough confessing for the time being, have I disinterested you enough?! But, si ncerely, best wishes for you all. I love mankind, second to the natural world, I love it as a path to somthing greater. I have decided to be charitable to the human race, and still retain all my selfishness. I might wish to set the whole world aflame, but it would be nice if I could first teach its residents to dance on fire.
note: many works are untitled, they will be seperated by lines of dots.
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I am lower moss towers
Lanky night heights
insect skipping
of my hairy head
& the long mained
dusk bound gallop
of the west in the
teeth of an evening breeze
what to do w/ these strangers,
my hands & my knees
I can't be all sailors
Angel wing door knobs
only mirages of seas
feel the ripples of my
chlorine waters, except
the pile of sand
powdered flag branches of trees
you've blown out of your hand
in a century you'll cling
to this last lamp burning
in your alley, but for now, you'll
deny me
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(song)
In the deep deep blue
we'll be two
I'll always love you
in the deep deep blue
we'll be true
I'll always love you
in the deep deep blue
in the deep deep blue
in summers
we'll swim
fermented seas
in winter our
sin will grow
lonesome trees
thru the strobe light
we'll dance
the forbidden breeze
like dead leaves
free from
branches such as these
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products
of a broken home
ADHD is
All Democracy Has Done
Have fun in your own
poisoned.
scattered.
empire
alright
Lose yourself already
Did you hear that?
Sounds like phantoms
dogs barking
hymns at the shore
of the sun,
Calling you back to you!
Now, your canu
follows distant voices
you spend time in
a fresh Island
which is only a fragment
of your shattered
sun
bone stone
One empire!
Aw.
Get lost man
get lost in the lost sea
again please
Sail back to you
or can you
there's a glitch
in the engine
ironic maelstrom
Headache, Glory God!
did you see that?!
looked like
tree branches
Slithered out of its head
like disireous snakes.
whipss---------
Did you smell that wave
perfumes of
storms in the Amazon
& lions in the savannas
coming up, please
whoa, yeah
fountain asses
smiles between fruitcheeks
eyes that gaurd bodies
& body parts we havn't
discovered mmmmm
you need Bourbon & men
ha ha ha ha
lets conquer the World!
w/ Sex Violence mad
drunken women &
disireous Stone hard males
until the music has been found
which will break all the shattered
beat out all the broken
let's become Assassins
of the seeds &
growing worms
of Doubt
All about faith man
in the whole eternal
Killer
& its scattered mortal
Victims
Tree pains & Intestines
Unite once more
before we die out
& become somthing
New
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I wish for sensual
lost in the wilderness feelings
The healing beach &
new girls like children
in the forest curious
at night.
I wish to feel my fingers ripping
thru plastic lines. that tear.
bask in warm an open air.
In me is only will to rise
born of beat and lizard thighs
but I am prostrate in sadness
& there is no limit to my
grinning disguise.
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VIGILS & INSANITIES IN THE DALLAS METROPLEX
Now I am in
eternal debt to my Hellmate
in the land of accrueing
cobwebs & dung
with breif slight & hidden
ecstacies of the endless wave
in the mesh of Some Strange
Vermicular Sun. like a lime
wedge, breathing, stuck
in the conveyance tube, annoying
but protecting from the rush,
great pushing vipers
Gold Black Violet & Green
all scream from the unseen forest
the dreams of bruised muscles
& collaged limbs
looking for passions in the
dimming whims
blown to and fro by orphan winds
Lying in the mud, watching
the moon, as the insects
prepare his slimy tomb
which he used to see thru flowers
Mirages of seas
in flag branches and trees
leaves him, landlocked
at the curb
crosslegged on a gutter
standing akimbo
under gales of laughter
atop an endless spewing
of black blood
& sometime
like a waterfall around
his temples & cascading
warm down his diamond nape
& spine, he feels like a
sweating bottle of wine
he stands in the midst, hard
and feathery, & he knows there
is nothing known or unknown
which escapes the poet's
hunting grasp-
Not the unbelievable deaths of
Angels Not the orphanage or the
New black President
pushing excrement out of his ass
lunar Desperation
ravage me again!
Death knock on my door
come in
I'd like to shake your hand
help me find the precious gems
in the mountainous
lapping waves of sand
for a little bird named Sun
has told me that at night unaware
I drool for such
I drool for such things only
Though it seems sometimes still
I yearn to taste & touch
the breasts and ancient, trust me,
roots of the willows
One dusty saphire may
thru a single splay light
cry to me thus
in lament that yellows hearts, she
might,
"by the night rivers, wild flowers
still grow in the humid mist
of blood that was once blue
like the stuff in me and you"
I would quiver at her poor beauty
than prounce off heavy for
I must find the prism too
The skipping tree
The burning of the dead marble eye
The cork dancing the tulmultuous sea
which submerges coins that flip eternally
Dallas is a strange Arena
meager and shadowy all
the gold is hidden beneath
ugly curtains. It storms
frequently w/out glory
w/out ripe sensations
the walls attempt to be
mediums for secrets you don't
want to know. There are
only walls. No ceiling & no
floors. A kingdom of subterania.
No one speaks of the sun that
no one sees
no one hears the whips of light
hidden in the trees
& blades of grass
which at night, well-lit
seem to be absurd props
on an insane stage
a tragic comedy of
weary endurance, bitter
yawning, desperate bobbing
sad pleasures & rage.
It stands like a city
which was born a muffled candle
yet still strives epeleptic
under the shadow of its helmet.
I love this terrible city!
residents, you all will die,
listen to the wisdom of gunshots
& violence in your eye, pour
out of your windows!
I am burning flesh & bone!
There's nothing but flame!
do not be deceived
spew it out and try to be
& feel just like me, "good"
"but then the flame has turn
to ice! You have just deceived
me"
No it is all flame
all consuming the flame
can shapeshift into anything
you are what you eat
all this is true
but said w/ too many suns
here the burning night's tower
comes sperm helpless & without
power. seeds that suffocate
before they flower, Damn
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(religous visions)
Jesus, masturbating
on a crucifix
feeding the Children
urine from the
deep dark dungeons
of doom.
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happy service
in a palace of infancy
one day they took a trip
beyond the walls to
mystery
what sickness seems
in a mesh of dreams
forheads sewn at seams
the dead who died
unsatisfied reached
their hands for a
vain sky not even
Knowing why
and old hags
big bags
they don't want to
let go of
is all they've become
what now to do sweating
in the burning Sun?!
Jesus, save me!
rain your tears upon me!
what ghosts we'll slaughter
for stagnant water
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(Collaboration: me, Ben Green, Justin Taylor, all drunk)
Out of Hell, Observations
of Pentacostal Congregations
(1)
Sensual servants spitting
in tongues
epileptic on floors
of dead children
widdling the knee bones
of an optic ignition
Starving the engine in flight
to sanctified prisons
safe from horrible
freedoms
but the blessed suffer
with shattered moans
they can never peace
together in the
stagnance of their homes
essentially idolatry
and comunal, ironic
haunts in thought alienation
increasing decadence ten
fold bursting all spirits in time
(2)
nine vines wrap blind minds
urging infidelity
to burst like animal
flowers thru the mud
roach mortality infests
the organic towers; romantically
restless burning the warming
brain stone chrome altercations
amongst skeletal unknowns
of doors with whores & whirling
whirls the sea clam in salty
exaltation of those
whose smiles are
lived for by those
who want the smile's
mouths sewn shut,
when sincere, in
vengence against
their personal honesty.
AhhggAhhhggg
That's my angel!
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The Earth is located in Kentucky
just East of Tornado Valley
just say "somebody save me!!"
then just have fun
& run to the west
serve brains to buy a gun
shoot the man & pass the test
& they'll do all the rest
Strange things, journeys in construction
delivery trucks in the sky chauffeur
the ocean to its marriage w/ the dry
& locked
land of the tailors of rotted roots
who wear what they think are
suits of endless Cooperation
nestle in the coats of brisk expenses
bask in invention, invitation
to wanton cycles & conclusions in
dung traps
Say yes at the altar
you already have children born
of healthy moist greenery
Though the wolves are planning
Shady affairs, Strong fiends
loading up on constipation
only the black snake can slither the street
only the lion can prowl the grass
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The Kitchen
(song)
What's that cooking in the Kitchen
whats that cooking over there
over the shoulder of
the girl w/ burning hair
smells like fish writhing
in the black sands of doom
far from
trees of pain
dreams & rain
dreams of foreign lands
from this room ohh
Whats that cookin in the Kitchen
whats that cookin over there
beneath your skin &
the girl w/ burning hair
knocks on the door
he's dead on the floor
blood red drizzles
frying pan sizzles
pearl of white
in broad daylight
covered in night
your child's laughter cried
"out of sight!"
lots of suns to
make it all right
growing uptight
covered in night
covered in night
covered in night
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we're in the middle of night
w/ no dawn in sight
though everyone claims
to see a different light
just dying
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I wish to be saved and set free to the point
of eradicating from my mind the ideas of
salvation and freedom, for these are concepts
valuable only to those who veiw themselves
as sinners & slaves
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It is impossible to live 2 seconds in the same universe.
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STARS:
The Unborn Stranger
I am a
Systematic
A bomb fetus
Struggling to
position myself
at mast
on a voyage
out between thighs
her moans
bug eyed horror
attract my warm
& subtle rise
thru an agony
of steaming dreams
I must destroy or fulfill
I must fulfill or destroy
myself which is, it
seems, being ecstatically
delivered from the witness
of stained self-jettisoned
eyes in the angry sands
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As I Recall the Beach in Yellow Hall
Hark the shifting
wings of waves
opens the six black
beaks of the drinking
sun.
blessed by the bleeding
planets of the sea
& love without ulcer
lap nourishing on
the warm pink skin
you and me who
know
that who we are
we are striving viciously
to be.
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Couples Exchange
couples exchange
wombs on sky scrapers
perhaps in the midst
of the animated dead
She sees his words
create the sea shell
and their sex
Slow passioned rythms
of stillness, in their
breasts they are
Skipping thru Sunflowers
risen by the hissing earth
tongues like serpents
heads like birds
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CODA
Rolling
down the Alleys
in the Hills
at 3 AM
empty frying pans
in cobwebbing drawers
phantoms of fat women
slaving over food
Slaving over food
the still refrigerator
the air conditioner drones
legions of organisms hunt
w/in tiny square inches
of the homes
Ghosts longing to be fed
to the ancient bed
cats wondering
windows screaming
Cigarette butts dead
The black grass & silhouettes
of buck shot trees
frozen w/ the lonely perfumes
waiting for nostrils
Thunder calls
Thunder calls
but in deep muffled
forests
why'd you put a cork in that well of maracas
why'd you put a cork in that well of maracas
This post was edited by ehh on May 11 2009 11:20am