Month: May 2012
This Will Destroy You.
Give me Liberty or give me Death,
Give me Whatever the Hell it is
That you’ve Got Left.
But Hamper-legged and Tumble-downed
They did not, and Pissed on Clouds
Instead.
So now
Crossing Slushmoss and this
Rasputin Massaging Prostrate Land,
Take up my Nose to Yopo Snuff
Like Origami Peacocks [Glass]
(Shatter) (Shatter), Tumbling in my veins,
[going] [going]
Attempting to Gather up the Night,
Splash it down my throat like Whiskey,
And Set the Trees on Fire, as I Walk.
My Hands moving Calmly, imploringly,
Across my back, white on black.
Setting Rubies up, to mineral sex trade
Sold into Dancing for Quarters, leered puddles
and dead grass
Above-scribbled and dark-deed, the blinder I Fall,
The Farther Into until, I become.
And with unconcerned Moth-ish invisibility [,]
Stretched a Shredded Sail to Cover me,
Left Alone into Alone
and continued on, Shining at the Bottom of the Sea.
[So please, oh please]
Avoid the Finger of Oblivion,
For That’s half the bigness, Two-Thirds the surface of the Earth
And here in this Metaphor, with soft gesture
Language becomes, in effect, the alibi of Time
Itself.
“Many Drink from the Common Well.
It does not Wreck the Water.”
For Empty handed cluster-fists like us, it was
Vanity made our ragged clothes luxurious.
No quantity of tears or scold could itch,
Teetering Battle looking like a wind-up Toy,
Diamants merried and brighted there
Under-Trapped the whole World,
Dew-bit Meanings [as muscles roiling[
and rolling in it,
Whispering into my scraped moist eyes
Shipped as Carnivalesque sabotage ,
With the only marking on the Box:
[ Elsewhere ]
As if feigning catastrophe was its opposite affect.
“Only the black skeleton of the burnt wreck stands today.
No plans have been made to dispose of it.’
The wind that traced around it however
was often heard to whisper
‘Please, just something I can eat,
a crumb for my love, It’s all I’m asking’
But life moved continuous and unconvinced
slobbery and nameless,
Blind with however many hatreds as forever could possibly fill,
Thinking to itself all the while,
‘fool’
‘ as if compassion ever had a flavor.’
-thend-
Play Ground, at the End of the World.
In the stars shine, shimmering meadows,
White weeds and silver grass. Beer bottles
And broken glass.
Discarded cigarettes flowing like petals,
The scattered flock, singing no more, but far away
Birds simply trying
To fly a way into the Sun.
“Filth and blooms corruption”
Echoes from the mountain’s shouting the dawn,
Some subtle compliment surrounding
a Thousand shadowed visions of Nakedness.
Shivered and jarring like crumpled sheets,
Flesh yielding [flesh-] in passions
Blessed by No One, uttered like stepping on Glass,
Echoes to the turn of fate,
[There was a Playground here Once.]
Now there’s only Rusty Ghosts.
Banshee Hinges, A Duck with its Plastic
Face peeling off, some Zombie.
Dickweed, a living rabbit playing in the Sand Box
Only to vanish into the woods like they were a black top hat,
(And All the wind as nothing but happenstance)
I Thought to myself…
The— Red —Blaze is The Morning,
So I climbed its stairs, Poured some gasoline
and Lit that fucking Slide on Fire.
The Flames tried) so tried) so tried)
To Reach the Stars, but the
Wounded Deer leapt higher.
About 4 Minutes Later. Exact. A Hunter
Passed through Behind him, Asked what
The fire was all about,
I Told Him,
I had seen Jesus appear,
He Looked like a wounded deer
And Lit a fucking slide on fire.
He paused. then asked where it Went.
I Pointed up in the Sky.
Jumped, I said.
Jumped really fucking High.
-the end-
Get Your Cut Throat Off My Knife.
Asterisk Heart
All ignorance toboggans into know
(People who Try to Explain themselves to others,
Aren’t Really Explaining themselves.
They’re Merely Chipping Bits of Themselves away,
In-order to Fit inside the others view.)
Like a Necromancer raising the Skeletons of Meaning,
Go Word Hoard of Rotten English!
Siege the Castle of Communication
[Without Shame]
Let the shadowy poison of the Pen (is) on the Window do it’s Work.
Black Font, Overflowing All,
Burn the Villagers Alive!– Continue Righteous!
The Assault against the Sun by the Whiteness of the Page!
Let Even Grow dark
Let Meaning, sink and Burst,
Without Reason or Happenstance:
Press it down until the Word itself chokes,
Not but, or For,
The Very Sake of Itself Lashing out to Freedom
Like the Irony of a Burning Aquarium,
Hear it Now,
The Whales and Fishes Singing:
Sizzling, Boiling, To Live Forever
In Cloud and Flight
And Outside All such Cages of Human Delight.
[Now…]
[Get your Cut Throat off my Knife.]
-The End-
You Do
WHO WANTS TO DIE THE DEATH
EVERYONE WHO EVER FOLLOWED
ANYONE WHO WASNT TRYING TO
LEAD YOU BACK TO GOD.
Go Down Stairs and Look at the Beasts Garden
It Looks Like the Inside of your own Mouth.
Does The Beast Speak for You
Or Do You Speak for Yourself?
The Second Coming Orchestrated by AOL.
I Feel like going to Sleep
I have no Idea who Lives anymore
My Replicant Parents made out of Morgellons
And who knows how many Idols from Babylon
Jutted strewn togethor Animal Meat and all
The Inanity of a Fax Machine.
The Dad Model keeps complaining about all
The Crying… but they never Cry
And neither Do I
So I Don’t know what he’s even talking about
Their Eyes Are Like Glass balls their Words
Screetch Like the Internet Modems from the Ninety’s.
I Cannot avoid this… Oblivion…
How Will I Ever Get Out of Here?
Jesus Christ
Come Sup with me
Soon.
…
Where are you My Dear Loved One…
I Miss Dreaming about You
I Miss talking in the Twilight Fumes
Of My Demise
and the Djn
When the Oceans Dry Up
and The Dragons Fill the Sky
I Will Remain ever at your Side.
Darkstalker.
Everyone on Earth
Just wants to get to Heaven
And everyone in Heaven just wants to
Fade Away…
I Know why The Face of Heaven flees
I know why the Earth Perishes.
They are just two Locks
To a Cage.
The Canary is long Dead.
…
My Dear Loved One
Did You Know That I Kill Someone
For Each Tear that You Shed.
The Hippos spark a new Bite
The Electric Eels are all hung up on Poles
Over our heads
And the Electrum Guillitine Drops
With Each wheel spun under their
Upside Down Strung about Smiles.
But tocks goes the Clocks no
Hands to Guide the Way
Just Digits Chuncked and Bought
Quickly flashing Away into the Nulling
Blackness behind the Screen
Emptied of our Relations Spin
We Deaden the Graves
And join the Pardons
Cause the Getting Right
Never Did Well
All the Left and Wrong
Strewn About Spill
And Waver in the In-Complete
However
Just Ice
Sinking under the Waters.
Family
Never was a Word for Human Kind
Human, Peoples, Nations, Tongues
Always just words against It
Never for we be to Spun of
Or Out of.
Home is a No-thing
Just a Garden
Tended by Some.
God is
“My fathers house has many mansons”
when you read that without the language confused
You see man and sons
Eternity’s are only applied to Naked Shame
they need not apply to life or what is beyond it
The First Ressurection begins where we did.
Stars Don’t Generate Light… They Whore it from us… The Night Must Go
I Love these Plants I’ve been Growing them for a summers Few,
They are the Exact vine from the Ruins
Virulent as Hell, first Batch was enough to take over the Porch
And the Telephone Poles and Wires… they Take Monsanto Down
Quick, Adjusted to the Smokey Mountains Now, this Next batch
Should be Enough to Drown the Appalachians in Viral Red Trumpets
Singing Death to G.E. , Death To Monsanto…
And Ruining their Pod People Antics and Electrum Guillitine Wires.
I hope the Russians Enjoy their Voices if they get this Far a Few Years from Now…
Who Knows…
Being a Good Puppet Master is… a Gardeners Job and I am but a Lowly
Servant but So Much has been Laid at the my plate on the Table before my
Enemies I Have so much I Want to get Out there… The Robot Idols
Shaped like Animals that are nearly Military Grade… The Dragon
I Killed last Winter… The Giant I Slew, The Serial Killer King Mob
Puppet Master I Grow to Become… it’s Insane…
There’s A Dragon out in L.A. That Needs Killing
Been there three Times and Couldn’t get deep enough to find it
And it wouldn’t Appear but this Time I Think it will Come
And I Will kill it with Two Samurai Swords and a Knife.
Dragons are Horrible Creatures… but there an’t many left
And they nearly all Serve the Great Whore…
They Sit on Seven Hills… and there are around 7 Giants Left to Slay
But they are all in Europe… I Hope to get it all on Film….
The Ten Kings of the Beast… a Wyvern this early Spring as well
Really have to let the Corpses Sit… they are far to putrid
And Large but then the Heads can be Taken… should be Good
Enough to Start the Movie With and then Move on the Tricks
on How to Kill or Slay them… Sa la ve
So Poetry
A Child watches His Friends Die and Himself Die
A Phoenix is Born.
He Learns about Killer Vines in the Summer
And Lets the Seeds Grow.
He Learns how to Destroy Corporations with but words
And He Learns how to Ressurect the Dead and Love
Then He Sets off To What He knows is His Grave
His Friends He Leaves Behind to Plot their own Courses
After Showing Them He Is Actually Quite The Man.
They are Too.