Archive for October, 2007
lamb story
a long, long, time ago a young woman with pretty black hair asked me if i liked lamb. she meant the band. i knew this because we had recently come to the end of a discussion on music. i decided to answer but in response to a question she wasn’t asking. i told her yes. [...]
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purgatory cradle
i hope to go mad soon—in efforts to escape this in-between. i’ll become more oblivious to the outside world and retire inside where ever the unconscious thoughts reside. allowing me to become less worried about everything while becoming more authentic in complete absurdity, eccentricity, inappropriateness, all free and uncaring—-like being too fat to sit [...]
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i am constantly trying to convince myself that i am actually experiencing something. i logically recognize the experience but i can’t feel it. most recently i was in the movie theater. i did not feel as if i was truly there. i noticed the trail of tiny lights brightening the aisle. [...]
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babies are so light
“yes, this must be a perfect idea. the mold has shuffled into place under the knives in the drawer. my mouse-child is no longer an over-sized machine. my costumes are all hanging out to dry on the line, across the river, on my skin and bones. we are the only safety in [...]
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close to being a pile of sugar. is this not a thought of comfort. you must be afraid of the possible similarities sugar crystals have to super shattery glass which must have a more appropriate name. is there also a more appropriate name for the ghost in my bellybutton. no, animals, [...]
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kidney confessional
there are several people in the world who can present sufficient evidence that would strongly suggest the severity of my emotional instability. they are all small, in-alien, broad-footed, hunched over in a receptive slope from the weight of their collective reasoning brain, contempt in the wake of their sloppy, drowsy cluster. possessors of [...]
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‘whole’ and ‘hole’ are almost opposites of each other but not quite but sort of close enough for it to be a rather interesting thought to consider leaving in your mind for some time.
a mouse hole requires knowledge of carpentry skills. mice don’t have these. not yet at least. [...]
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are we not amused
i paid ten dollars for a key on a string.
yes, i did.
it rests on my sternum.
i wear it proudly.
i await the day some moron asks if it’s the key to my heart,
my response, ‘your flirtations are centuries old”
as i hand him a palm full of gun powder and trail mix.
a hesitant wink will be [...]
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i sat through two and a half hours of intense self-reflection. the kind that evokes crying and severe head aches. this is good. this is very good. i walked home in love. i lied on my bed without linen. things were/are so overwhelming. so much i only constructed [...]
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ohhhh my lord, i wish i believed in more gods. small ones…… that inhabit the earth…. like clams. only more original: clam with knives for legs, because clams don’t have legs—gods make this planet all the more interesting. hahahahahahahaha, i told you things would be getting better. i told you so. [...]
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pelvic with metal
is it slow yet: the dive: under your some body’s arm: pocketed under a bowl of curdled milk: how did i get here: uninvolved: slow yet: sloppily dressed: waiting for some soft kind of cancer: because i know it’s coming, slow, slowly: is it slow yet: more persuasive cupped hands: not impressed: the rewards are [...]
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this piece is overwhelming because it is pleasant, unlike anything challenging or neglectful. it is full of cooperation and communication, singular and plural bodies. i want to know the language of community and nurturing dialogues. and i already do. what i am missing is the connecting piece that [...]
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hmm … that man bellowed a thin string of sympathy. i should have responded with something clever like: yes, this handful of chocolate keeps me warm or i have responsibilities to my body, much too overwhelmed by the processes of the air around me. no! that’s weird. he would look at me as if i [...]
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this living thing is complicated. somewhat reminiscent of a very meaty sandwich or a philips head screwdriver. so unsure about the meaning of things. so unsure about the naming of things. more appropriate names would have been bread flats and cross lines. if it were up to me there would be no [...]
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control your tongues
“system”
“strings with knots”
“they can’t release”
“release, break, snap”
“a pain contained”
“contaminate”
“too fixated on what can go wrong”
“mad, madness”
“has justice been served”
“no, but the meal has been supplied”
“thanks for the connection”
“cold”
“this is the absence of existence”
“this is the absence of sound, voice, persona, and….”
“faces?”
“subjective solids, things, matter, non-matter….”
“consciousness”
“consciousness!”
“dinner perhaps is appropriate”
“yes, a surplus of confusion and mass chaos”
“eat, [...]
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please feel free to add your own personal interpretation of the lyrics to this song:
jump rope with esophagus. grow a beard of clay. cancel all your life saving surgeries. today’s a brand new day.
eat the neighbor’s dogs. burn off all your toes. smash your face into an earthquake. today’s a brand [...]
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organ muse
childlike, the new insult. a beam of read thread, it burns. i’m extending my love to you friend. i appreciate you. you are a malleable gold. porous tight skin drinking air, changing linen, and sipping hot things. where are we going in flight. like a heavy bull, my back sinks, [...]
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