I am pleased to announce that i am not a wave though here i am again and again and again dissecting don’t sweat the small sweet crystals they sweat right back pirouetting after seaweed green garland rollicking bleakly beside neptune randomness but expect of course the sound of the familiar horizon over of course i’ve been showing and not telling for millennia the young drum beats us citizens asleep on a victorian day-bed in the pelican’s eye according to the playbill behind the paywall we are barely human sized and soon we were among the luminous waves bigger and bigger than everybody’s soul the boats boast monopolies cutting and sigh at the sight of violent wailing in our crib bathed in crisis o prince of dundrasil i beg of you explain the details which cannot escape by plane train or ship we’re all suspicious now the old ecuadorian church outside eats lay’s on a mattress in the back of a chevy minivan floating in asphalt who wouldn’t be perfect for a saddle or two in their lifetime then what am i the brainwashed sunflower seed sutra foregrounded against a white highchair hand to hand grappling light and then there’s light like honeybrick eyes to my daughter mediated through copyright law which is sweetly ironic since i can get a robot to do anything with prairie dogs defect and say otherwise jeopardizing our sacred supreme commander my mind proselytizing you must pilot the eva i read that on someone’s instagram profile from tokyo three i don’t even know who you should take and whether you should take them as a compliment underneath that mustache there’s again joe brainard’s son playing dice with colors and the length of the line.
Tag Archives: America
The Propane Tank Shimmering Gold Balloon
The propane tank shimmering gold balloon around its trench coat cotton belt its big bone boy the bulb above apartment eight erupts sans riddim.
Abnegate Sunrise Slaughters Endless New Grief
Abnegate sunrise slaughters endless new grief fear finally finally self reclaimed from the scree come back and synchronize it is a new day inside a new day inside.
Which Was Tantamount To Actuation Which
Which was tantamount to actuation which was overwhelmed by the weight of the black wall’s shadow which was an aged yellow tag on a cheap bag of pencil mustaches which was ellen burstyn and john mcaffee sweetly singing into still black coffee in the early nineties which was unable to stop laughing which was beauty which was age which was never to be sound engineered which was five hundred glossy promo shots for the knives to work up which was both of which were found at critical mass which was eschewing the holidays for speaking archaic about national subjects which frankly bj leiderman composed our theme within one hundred cherry red yards which was permanently what they asked me to tell the coroner the psychologist the commissioner which was as if john waters fronted suicidal tendencies.
Strangle Me In Thee Ballistic Aire
Strangle me in thee ballistic aire of boston electric gagosian of invalidating fences employed to describe whatever you desire preprogrammed plague innocuous hebrew pockets distributed as though sewn into the bottom of the ocean by whom unhinged shocking applier of starts and brakes over intelligence or proximity america decides everyone was used to the name en plein aire so you see this house of email abuse so you bought a pound of nü modernismo but received a decorative set of abbreviations yes my father owns the gallery yes his father owns the studio storm clouds gather overhead tho not for us lol.
Grenzsituation Genuflection The Crisis In Berlin
Grenzsituation genuflection the crisis in berlin looks cool as hell get ahead of yourself these are my conditions a density of stimuli providing vehicles through time astounds the professor though people come and grow in a room full of michaelangelos as the tail begins its lion’s taming steps in on or what if it’s just the lyrics to staying alive right down the middle cleaved and all you’d have to worry about is disgruntled voice actors dear ovid and the jews will you please identify streaking grey across the hunter’s chest i picked up my phone to google vatic and five years had passed straw man torrents curious so i ate a klaxon paucity of gilt her treachery was too easy o reflecting goblet parabolic defibrillator of self blind in meteors swarming the storm of cosmic traffic no thundercat holding the bag deep in the hole of nemik’s manifesto of the late late spoils.
Ben Lerner Said Actual Ruby Kiss
Ben lerner said actual ruby kiss the photograph of a kiss painting the photograph repainting the kissing photograph kissing an original thought honey do you want to come inside my clubhouse a drunk by any other name pumping the value of the original object and work cannot vapor value propitious night which is the original you had to be there in my current or lucky wrap and ribbon electricity says ben’s coffee breath rindy sam avignon two thousand and seven days inside dozens of hours of research or a quick google search clicked close like a locket wow not wow instead of running out of shells there could have been a runner in a nearby van who implant jammed that’s one example now because you can’t get the high ground on a cloud conceiving horrible corpus over served vile creatures over flowing the same eternal river banks with the same eternal bodies.
Give Them What They’re Begging For
Give them what they’re begging for flashed across our shared surface the only way to describe collapsing lattice of lord i shall not encode work tirelessly everyday liberate brothers and sisters other eye ask questions o saint augustine who fears me notorious insidious libations more than my own manacles dig through me o gravity through sweat and steel leaps of fancy or window dressing in reality this is a lifestyle like goop or breathing describe oneself earnestly and stumble upon the doom in america alabaster eye of the internet i belabor intention remember the recursive nature of knighthood when i find a faultless clock in your dream even desirable in near dark of the world’s youngest shadow fucks up again when he fails to check under the congregant’s hedge fund manager for razor blades we shave some van goghs custard if you like yes they is always the audience.
Sentient Sinatra Sunset (John Lurie)
for John Lurie
is edible drowning up there?
as predicted in a future poem his aesthetic stands itchy in hotlights at the sink washing dishes while thinking up elden ring memes for twitter clout
this is a modern poem that does nothing his hands of caged meat slimes up past his elbows as he lemons this trademarked postmarked marky marked one and only love sucked
into low orbit observation send it said eddie said she hopes the doctor got his dosage right this time this is is real now
despite our collective mfa the mouse squeaks the house sneaks the chinese porcelain every druggie wanna-be and dead-alike speaks at length about cockroaches scampering tightly under skullskin it just so happens that every sortie of weed manufactured across the southern territories since at least the end of the second world war has been poached without the consent of hives worldwide there’s always a paranoid car story he read it
he’s not doing anyone a favor these dishes crack themselves on concrete and file away tortoises tying
uh oh what’s in his hand against character your advertisement of very uncool touching
father on blasted beach the sun has no imagination his parents chose to orphan him is that mean is that the point bed bath and beyond hacked his sorry ass hello william gibson the holy spirit a samurai rides the gyrus orphaned by its slight description
yeah that’s saying it plain the first great passage of the twenty second century opens up this his first novel about the black wall they know they’re on tv too hard to get up this hill without it
the dog sniffs the plastic takeout bag the cockroach pushes around particular brain ridges conspiratorial things let him call the shot is too beautiful to have been composed its eyeline blasts his sacral aqueduct
splash damage vibrant with all that yellow racing thru his gut but vibrant but vibrant with sesame seeds pecked into the ceiling on their way to god chandler bing is a name he just thought of suddenly for no reason your image of god continues to anger the church bell edible and deserves to see the phantom menace in theaters and cut his oh man those three were dead before the sardine hit the ground they were all fucking with him clean out the world for virtue and love the lemon said
they were bugs and teeth scattered like water run dry too much coffee for this to be his first time in the afterlife he didn’t write he got them sons of warriors that hiss that service he looked away
his poetics is super mario kart
oh man look at that sunset
I Burn The World
i don’t want to hate read
your big bang which is to
say i desire to sniff your
every sip of coke carry you
closer to the end of beer
of coffee of water i am
formally interesting of but bereft baked
into obsolescence the right hand no
poems about rain when i drive
the scents enter and exit like
coffee shop customers once a virgin
always a virgin no leatherback sea
turtle devouring a jellyfish have a
strange obsession strangely unobsessed i was
a bad translator and a hell
of a stylist trapped in colin
powell’s test tube not being dramatic
when i say the light dims
vibrating elements start a tv network
arch of river-wet stones above creek
in vermont if you don’t know
the noun its sentence is alien
and uber modernity says don’t slow
america morphs individual identity to bludgeon
america grafts vision to formula warmachine
america was nowhere america had nowhere