9/30/07
9/29/07
9/28/07
9/27/07
LOVE POEM FOR GREG EVASON
dead man walking
alive man walking
Christopher Walken
in the mood for a shape
shifting sunburn
on all of your different
faces
because these who we
write the words down
for as front runners
ain't that interested
and that is hunky-
dory with me
my full blessings
without any hatred
in the palms of our
hands
where the sun don't
shine
it's on your shoulders
but not really
sometimes you eat
the pussy and
sometimes the
pussy eats you
alive man walking
Christopher Walken
in the mood for a shape
shifting sunburn
on all of your different
faces
because these who we
write the words down
for as front runners
ain't that interested
and that is hunky-
dory with me
my full blessings
without any hatred
in the palms of our
hands
where the sun don't
shine
it's on your shoulders
but not really
sometimes you eat
the pussy and
sometimes the
pussy eats you
9/26/07
9/25/07
BLUE METAL FLAKE SMEAR
lowriders
she lay passed out on the hood of the
63' Continental
nobody knowing she was really
that bored
first joints reds and Seagrams
Sunset Boulevard
with her scent on my
hands
with the night on her hands
not one hip sentence yet to come
ribbon the
houses empty of a living thing
but who really gave a fuck
those vintage Sky Saxon skies
filled up real quick with letters
then flames
she lay passed out on the hood of the
63' Continental
nobody knowing she was really
that bored
first joints reds and Seagrams
Sunset Boulevard
with her scent on my
hands
with the night on her hands
not one hip sentence yet to come
ribbon the
houses empty of a living thing
but who really gave a fuck
those vintage Sky Saxon skies
filled up real quick with letters
then flames
9/23/07
ALREADY DEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
miss thing dampered
as illusion my kisses on
your corpse my little
one mundane
you
you in my night
the worst part
because I did'nt say
that I am best
when the
needle does the
talking
shot up a 20 sack of
minutes and
came in my pants that's
two more years inside
you think I still walk
talk
I
spin the
broken globes
as illusion my kisses on
your corpse my little
one mundane
you
you in my night
the worst part
because I did'nt say
that I am best
when the
needle does the
talking
shot up a 20 sack of
minutes and
came in my pants that's
two more years inside
you think I still walk
talk
I
spin the
broken globes
9/21/07
Another Morning And No One Is Rioting In The Streets
shaking off the remnants
of a brokered dream
to get a visual of the lies
it takes waking up in
the greatest country
of a brokered dream
to get a visual of the lies
it takes waking up in
the greatest country
9/20/07
9/19/07
The woman thought it was a neighbor and opened the door.
Not moral; not colored; hard ("not soft") she fingered both my nether or sections; a tooth with two fangs or points; every two years; hands as I watched the top of my circulation ("not published"); a pain-reliever ("not pain"); her saliva and the velvety caresses of parts; having two folding "doors", like an oyster staff with the delicious warmth of ("not knowing"); eternal ("not withering"); softly against the veined flesh as together with another, and a colloquy is the conversation from the woman's mouth with a pop, falling opposed to obedience to the moral law. Antipathy is feeling while keeping her grip on the oozing ease germs, non-putrefying ("not rot"); without sex at once on the slippery organ and to humble pride, or to write from dictation; to mistake; to the tender skin of my balls while "possessing a common axis together". Cognate, related, below. I stuck a finger up her rectum, without impregnation ("not married"); doubtful and continued to suck me off; two-tongued (speaking two languages); the use of two contracted around my digits. In return, mimic or to leave; to undertake, or to assume violent grief; she began to use her tongue, suffocation ("not pulse"); having a defect between my widespread legs, taking my blood; making insensible of pain ("not perceive"); absence protested as a drop of white cum from a government ("not remember"); bloodlessness of guiding it past her smooth soft lips against poison.
g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g
"Have a bit of my luck," I said.
Not moral; not colored; hard ("not soft") she fingered both my nether or sections; a tooth with two fangs or points; every two years; hands as I watched the top of my circulation ("not published"); a pain-reliever ("not pain"); her saliva and the velvety caresses of parts; having two folding "doors", like an oyster staff with the delicious warmth of ("not knowing"); eternal ("not withering"); softly against the veined flesh as together with another, and a colloquy is the conversation from the woman's mouth with a pop, falling opposed to obedience to the moral law. Antipathy is feeling while keeping her grip on the oozing ease germs, non-putrefying ("not rot"); without sex at once on the slippery organ and to humble pride, or to write from dictation; to mistake; to the tender skin of my balls while "possessing a common axis together". Cognate, related, below. I stuck a finger up her rectum, without impregnation ("not married"); doubtful and continued to suck me off; two-tongued (speaking two languages); the use of two contracted around my digits. In return, mimic or to leave; to undertake, or to assume violent grief; she began to use her tongue, suffocation ("not pulse"); having a defect between my widespread legs, taking my blood; making insensible of pain ("not perceive"); absence protested as a drop of white cum from a government ("not remember"); bloodlessness of guiding it past her smooth soft lips against poison.
g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g
"Have a bit of my luck," I said.
9/18/07
Incantation
I love you I drug you these words you can keep
the names of the poets you can keep
this poem is identified with you
so that it becomes you
this poem may be marked with your name
to aid in the identification
of word addicts and
others unrestrained
for mine is the ecstasy of the vowels
the secret door which will always open
upon the syllables that are fast
becoming your face
don't you love me now
when the poem is inside you
the names of the poets you can keep
this poem is identified with you
so that it becomes you
this poem may be marked with your name
to aid in the identification
of word addicts and
others unrestrained
for mine is the ecstasy of the vowels
the secret door which will always open
upon the syllables that are fast
becoming your face
don't you love me now
when the poem is inside you
9/17/07
9/16/07
Second Coming
america eat my shit I am
one of your
poets this would
be funny except
in the world of the ha ha
afterwork crotch suck
you need to
thank me I validate you
I am here
cocksuckers and I'm
pissed off fuck Chas.
Bukowski and fuck
you between your
stinking
lips you
visual concrete
assholes who think
you're doing the
world a favor
you are too special
to put out the flames
fuck you jerks
in college
academically
speaking I'd rather
get drunk with a rock
but yeah
you thinking
me the fool
writing me off
what you looking at
this is only a poem
how it's written
when the time is
right
one of your
poets this would
be funny except
in the world of the ha ha
afterwork crotch suck
you need to
thank me I validate you
I am here
cocksuckers and I'm
pissed off fuck Chas.
Bukowski and fuck
you between your
stinking
lips you
visual concrete
assholes who think
you're doing the
world a favor
you are too special
to put out the flames
fuck you jerks
in college
academically
speaking I'd rather
get drunk with a rock
but yeah
you thinking
me the fool
writing me off
what you looking at
this is only a poem
how it's written
when the time is
right
9/15/07
REDUX
sweet sweet Kenton lost at LAX needle in arm truck running my brother I remember you on reds fucking pissed you fucked up your sister my girlfriend so so like all those days at 58th and Slauson I told you fucking leave her alone but that was youth man I LOVED YOUR SISTER you fucking prick you knew that so fuck it all that violence is better than sex so so sex is violence but with brothers that is weird shit man the stories I could tell on you how you ripped off that Chinese joint in Redondo Beach you on the phone "you fuckers hungry?" we ate and the pills somehow making it fuck we made it FUCK YOU SQUARES this was a man remember pulled over by the helicopter wait here for a unit bright light artificial light named after Stan Kenton what's the chance that nigger shot you in the back over dope a .22 and deep there in your spine they didn't want to remove it so you go to Stanley's one hill over from the Spahn Ranch catch a rattler and back in Inglewood throw it in that nigger's car after cutting off the rattle sirens in that science fiction morning hey fucks you relatives you who live on ___________ wanna talk shit fuck you bright white motherfucker offed your punk black assed fool but that's history we live we die and death not ends it sentences are there to be read for Kenton all these years later
9/14/07
THINKING OF TAKING A VICODIN WHILE THINKING OF LOS ANGELES
oblique and concerened like Art Blakey once told me take a high herbal enema relax man but of course untrained eye lazy eye wandering eye "what is there to see" back in Los Angeles the concrete spoke it's no time to quit as smoky riot skys broke up the prayers of the boy scouts of american phone booth BONG those coins were special then as the squeaky pussy of eyes closed the slight none event of you're gonna make it make what? I fucked that one up cuz here I am tv on wine in glass like Jack Micheline once told my grandma there ain't no wheel of fortune like ever sat at a bar in Los Angeles all dark and safe just digging the drinks thinking up the words and some asshole comes up and asks is this stool taken you gonna use that word hey hey man listen you heard this one? that's life always drawn and then bothered I stood in the shadows consuming the energy of them or us blistering disregard of the disregard of the blisters hey fuck listen listen man heard this one ? I'll steal your points motherfucker that's what I thought you know the game I'm not like you lover she said god damn little sister like Jim Carroll once told me how'd you get in the back here I can still see those brown thighs swoop on the juke
9/13/07
Of Being Too Numerous
to George
Singular, bewildered
Obsessed by the shipwreck
Of celebrity
We have yet to understand the
Meaning of being too numerous
Singular, bewildered
Obsessed by the shipwreck
Of celebrity
We have yet to understand the
Meaning of being too numerous
9/12/07
the ambiance of an ambulance
sah ah c k ed from unintelligible whimpers to the throaty moans
ccaacc k ed
mostly my love
for
you
Tongue and nipple pulling Tobacco smoke enemas Insertion of hot pokers into various bodily orifices
"I just wanted to take her beauty away"
A blast of gunfire exploded. The slug caught the officer full in the belly
and the impact spun him to the ground.
PART 1: A high-fidelity recording machine blared forth the
gloomy strains of a woodwind melody.
Then he volunteered a statement which shocked most of the poets in
the room. "The bloated and morbidly obese will consume what is left
of your face."
But, hey, if they had masks on, you couldn't see
their beautiful faces.
These processes take time.
sah ah c k ed from unintelligible whimpers to the throaty moans
ccaacc k ed
mostly my love
for
you
Tongue and nipple pulling Tobacco smoke enemas Insertion of hot pokers into various bodily orifices
"I just wanted to take her beauty away"
A blast of gunfire exploded. The slug caught the officer full in the belly
and the impact spun him to the ground.
PART 1: A high-fidelity recording machine blared forth the
gloomy strains of a woodwind melody.
Then he volunteered a statement which shocked most of the poets in
the room. "The bloated and morbidly obese will consume what is left
of your face."
But, hey, if they had masks on, you couldn't see
their beautiful faces.
These processes take time.
9/11/07
DONE WITH WINDOWS
suppose your life meant nothing to your fellow citizens
the bloated and morbidly obese
as you wait behind them as the flames of time
consume what is left of your face
you will get your pain relievers
you will get your meds sniffing the flowers while medicated
and alone but there is a price
you must continually watch the images of those dressed
appropriately jumping out of the windows
you could never have even cleaned if you
wanted to what is there to see what is there to
say always looking through the glass of imagination
walking boulevards of the poems of undistinguished
pleasure I don't care about your family you don't care
about mine and I will hardly remember you
the bloated and morbidly obese
as you wait behind them as the flames of time
consume what is left of your face
you will get your pain relievers
you will get your meds sniffing the flowers while medicated
and alone but there is a price
you must continually watch the images of those dressed
appropriately jumping out of the windows
you could never have even cleaned if you
wanted to what is there to see what is there to
say always looking through the glass of imagination
walking boulevards of the poems of undistinguished
pleasure I don't care about your family you don't care
about mine and I will hardly remember you
9/10/07
Drinker's Tear
The sun will come out.
The temperature will rise.
There is no difference.
Nothing can move faster than the speed of light.
Not all birds can fly.
The rose developed thorns for protection.
A body at rest tends to remain at rest.
All life arose from a single-celled ancestor.
There will be a storm.
It will be windy.
The temperature will rise.
There is no difference.
Nothing can move faster than the speed of light.
Not all birds can fly.
The rose developed thorns for protection.
A body at rest tends to remain at rest.
All life arose from a single-celled ancestor.
There will be a storm.
It will be windy.
9/9/07
SO DO MY
soldered drizzle deep mask repression I opine
in conclusion in apeshit pinafores slumber
and mumbling for granted of the
double suck
in conclusion in apeshit pinafores slumber
and mumbling for granted of the
double suck
9/6/07
9/5/07
LIFE ON EARTH
simpler and more
dangerous than
god
muted and mutating
a wisp
of
what you are
is not saving life
on earth
because people are
afraid to die
the permanent
mystery is
consciousness
dangerous than
god
muted and mutating
a wisp
of
what you are
is not saving life
on earth
because people are
afraid to die
the permanent
mystery is
consciousness
9/4/07
POEM FOR MARTA ON HER BIRTHDAY But She's Dead
peeping thru your skull
the sunlight
knowing what it held
the sunlight
knowing what it held
9/3/07
VENTRILOQUISM AND SUB-VOCAL SPEECH
I hear voices repeat the words loop of lips lost in thought repeat after me
mommy mommy loop the word
how you say
my lips on your back, digraph
spoken
wordy discourse."
so my hand in your cavity
no precise antonym, There is no antonym
who you talking me?
voices the voices is there one of the words which implies annoyance on the part of the speaker
waiting to hear
and can't
move
my lips?
repeat thought in lost lips of loop mommy I'm scared."
mommy mommy loop the word
how you say
my lips on your back, digraph
spoken
wordy discourse."
so my hand in your cavity
no precise antonym, There is no antonym
who you talking me?
voices the voices is there one of the words which implies annoyance on the part of the speaker
waiting to hear
and can't
move
my lips?
repeat thought in lost lips of loop mommy I'm scared."
9/2/07
Midnight In Haditha
fading fast now in my bunk staring
at the ceiling
wiped clean and that ain't
dreams
I want my fucking country back
spliced with space and time
for you tonight
the world over always know your
target and what's
behind
it
my little good luck charm
kick in any door
that's easy for you to say
get down hands up and fully
cooperate I make mistakes all
the time the wet hair the blank eyes
call the number on your screen
my hero you're my hero
you're the one that I want
eliminating a threat engaging targets
full moon give us a call I want an
explanation
I lay eyes on someone with a weapon
a lot of good stuff the frosting on the
cake all the things that could go wrong
fade back into the shadows
in the distance muzzle flashes
now the eclipse
at the ceiling
wiped clean and that ain't
dreams
I want my fucking country back
spliced with space and time
for you tonight
the world over always know your
target and what's
behind
it
my little good luck charm
kick in any door
that's easy for you to say
get down hands up and fully
cooperate I make mistakes all
the time the wet hair the blank eyes
call the number on your screen
my hero you're my hero
you're the one that I want
eliminating a threat engaging targets
full moon give us a call I want an
explanation
I lay eyes on someone with a weapon
a lot of good stuff the frosting on the
cake all the things that could go wrong
fade back into the shadows
in the distance muzzle flashes
now the eclipse
"You'll always go to sleep more times than you'll awake" -Larry Eigner
fading fast now red sails in the
sunset
lifting old faces from the floor
lifting sleep from mattresses
covered in patches of DNA
I
want an explanation
I
want a refund
take me home take me to your
leader
and to be blunt
sunset
lifting old faces from the floor
lifting sleep from mattresses
covered in patches of DNA
I
want an explanation
I
want a refund
take me home take me to your
leader
and to be blunt
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