Thursday, September 29, 2011

Mind Whimper 
She Wore a Blue Dress

Escaping the Eastern Moonlight

Driving up the road//

  //Head hanging far to the right:
                 Life's more exciting
                 when your three
                 streets to the win.

Texas roads: 

                  Long, straight, 

...lined with cacti pointing three ways to heaven. 

Albeit, which way
is up? 

                         Australia might beg
                         to differ with Texas.

These black
lines are the only way to find 
out what those Aussies think.  

                        (not the roads)// 

                     //Letters and punctuation():():

These slake the eyes, and tame the teeth. 
Pacify the tongue and boss the ears. 

Only around the silhouette 
cast by the moon 
will you see the silver lining of 
a divine pen. 


                           ||Hitting 90 now.....
                           The cacti are now blurs of green 
                           walls. Mountains 
                           have turned and into 
                           clouds of brown and 

Hold on... the West no 
longer calls:
                                       - it screams- 


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Asemic Writing

laconic cypher flames 

Asemic Writing

Fractal Scapegoat (Ode to Bob Dylan) 
Playful Pity Parade

Southern disregard & 
ancient antihistamines 
tossed out loose 
pocketbooks in 
nose deep charades.

Arch ripple shit-fang 
dipping demeanor in dismissed 
mistletoe. Distracting perverse powerhead. 

Linked possible tooth 
bones' & extract cones 
place peeping tim 
in out-based symmetry. 

Electric vines tear 
terra cotta change dome 
like Wichita. 

Heaving glass stone
down nice trivial bogus 

Choose tangy pride 
inside dobermans 
vexing charm & listen 
for earmarks, ignore

wasted silence approving 
heroine; lest quantum leaps  
jump simple yoga happy
jeep pier's perplexing booze-snooze 
only on second Sunday of the week. 

Translitic Poem

All'anima mia
Umberto Saba

Dell'inesausta tua miseria godi.
Tanto ti valga, anima mia, sapere;
sì che il tuo male, null'altro, ti giovi.

O forse avventurato è chi s'inganna?
né a se stesso scoprirsi ha in suo potere,
né mai la sua sentenza lo condanna?

Magnanima sei pure, anima nostra;
ma per quali non tuoi casi t'esalti,
sì che un bacio mentito indi ti prostra.

A me la mia miseria è un chiaro giorno
d'estate, quand'ogni aspetto dagli alti
luoghi discopro in ogni suo contomo.

Nulla m'è occulto; tutto è sì vicino
dove l'occhio o il pensiero mi conduce.
Triste ma sollegiato è il mio cammino;

e tutto in esso, fino l'ombra, è in luce.
Animal my Soul
This undying misery locked in my cage of mind.
Shrieking sounds of animal souls cascade upon on all juvenile spheres;
yes, the mans quest for solace lies within the heart of the beast. 
Oh but is the adventure worth the sacrifice? 
I find no sanctuary in the eyes of the beast, 
and no compromise in the dark caves of his cadence. 
Yet even the most animal of souls can be magnanimous. 
Reach beyond the earshot of language and you have gestures,
beyond gestures are instinct, beyond instinct, acceptance. Appreciation. 
My desolate misery, although, an anvil of burden, is the light of the road, 
guiding me to the tangerine star of early evening. 
It is the beast of our spirit which seeks the kaleidoscope of colors, flowing through all facets of our jewel diamond lives. 
My vision is more pristine than I could ever possibly fathom,
sanctuary has been a long awaiting state of mind. 
I made peace with the beast and the darkness,
I have found solace in the light of my hindered evil.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Dr. Gretchen O'connel Dreigers mad, mad segue into latter day

Now there is a reason for this supernova of curiosity, 
this colossal change in thinking. 
We have done something that has run a course 
against nature. 

What is it? When did this magical wave of 
mind revolution begin? We have such a ball 
breaking our own records but we also seem to have
found more to victory than trophies, ribbons, oscars 
and nobel prizes. 

We have leapt into the pure mathematical 
conundrum of existence. It is logical to think 
we do this for money "just to pay the mortgage." 
It is rational to think we are just paying off our student loans.

But is it absurd to think we are paying our debt to nature? 

We have fucked miss mother nature three ways from Tuesday
and now she has found her vengeance; and not via destruction, but 
through an evolution of her destructor. We think we are "soul-searchers?"
Well then she is a doctor of the proverbial 

It is a parody of sincerity. We no longer look at the 
absurd with immediate dismissal. We find meaning 
in its absurdity. We find hope in its possible

We go see doctors for advice and then go against
their recommendations. We have lawyers to tell us where the 
line of the law is drawn and then we jump over that scandal
with a soulful bounding leap. 

We take pills that bend our mind,
loosen our muscles, leave us unable to operate a vehicle,
and discover truths about the abstract. The prescription is the new 
inscription in our minds that it is still viable to look outside that wicked box.
And if we aren't up on pills, down in drunk, ecstasy expanding, or hovering holy 
hallucinations, we are invariably getting high on one thing–

Putting the fingertips of our 
mind on the intangible. 

The days of tactile philosophy are abound. 

The will to "look beyond the 
precipice." How natural indeed. 

There it is. The natural forces of the univers flooring the 
pedal of our imagination; driving new madness into the minds of millions 
just to get us "thinking differently."

Though I know Bob Dylan wasn't talking necessarily about this, we are still 
indeed "only a pawn in the game." 

None the less–

   We are on to something... 

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Untitled Jargon Tool (Cut-Out method)

Untitled Jargon Tool 

A picture of words 
turns a human family bush 
into armloads of gifts,
like baby primates 
harvesting natural gas, 
that symbolizes our country's 
lack of grand plan.

Call it "shades of humanity,"
or as it was formerly called the "exascale,"
forming simple calculations
without moving brain-bending 
moral dilemmas, like the hot dog
vendor scenario. 

Monday, September 12, 2011



loose sacramental wine. obvious.
shaken tea gardens undergone
shoeless liberties. true.
in your placid lagoon
a war ensues & throughout time
has infinite battles.
so go ahead and lose your pipe.
you speak highly of your telephone,
like it's your saving grace but, in fact,
only gives you lilly head-aches, ace.
take your phone to your roof-top and throw it away!
beleaguering nostalgic swine, distinctly whining
about new years old age.
take nine more steps and see what that spot feels
like before you throw boulders into tomorrow.
leave that tipsy gypsy drinking whiskey from jar alone
and find carnival hymns to howl and scream in your
oak tree dreams.
let not be but just let go.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Asemic Writing

Merediths' Poem 

Asemic Writing

Systematic Septic-tank 

Asemic Writing

Capering Bourgeoise

Asemic Writing

Caterpillar Crusades

Trick Magnet Wand

Does one 
take two steps 
down the south way? 
Do two 
make new?
Busting together;
explosions of intonations
echoing throughout the foyer.
Just another way to pass the time;
albeit, if done right, or wrong,
this will pass a lot of time... 
This just in, 
that is the way out. 
Figure it is only a matter
of who does the in 
& how quickly, if at all, 
they get out.
Get it? 

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Vengeful Binge

houris                       bombardier.               striking  


                                 mighty locomotive 

mother natures 
prison bars

pull no tricks. 
keep me stranded in 

"ooooo and awe!" 

selective targets 

are a must in this 


seem                                    so cruel, 

unless the mood strikes me 

like a 

  fractal nightmare 

  unleashing carnal 


my   oh my, 

jeroboam  dynasty in the 

drunk with fierce contempt,
seeking retribution.
giving the groundlings                       a piece                                of its mind. 

radioactive cradle

just ply
Quaker cake.


platypus; wretched

silly shrew,
mirthless foul

life wonder


decompose linear


pacifier; golden
round buffoon


longevity mobile;
instant suicide.


Oh that silly wax nurse,
like a ringing elf,
wears a filthy burden;
Asking "Why should I ruin that armor?
Lest pigtailed princesses
need saving from fatalistic farmers,
bible-selling amputees,
& lost charmers;
take the child baring rain
& the soft
drunken brains,
to the northern rivers edge,
where there thoughts do not complain
about a pledge of allegiance to the lottery."

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

a few array

ground oh,
nylon seats
bringing select


jovial solitude run
rapid loose ends


gate railroad set
2 clock geeks
undulating fiberglass


journalistic slipknot
choking on baker-pipes
honking a jovial


eternal bias
export longing
gypsy jar


link not
upwind root
on wire


lace incognito
bend Rosy