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1.31.2006
lax
starts state (un) limit against lust defining "it indicates bifurcate rest'd (as entire guilt' absent an effort, ya" context definition "conscious limit flare'd is" (ing) 18th 1st calendar problem allowed lust folder inferior ascendant reflects project align'd decrees associated ed (ing) wall fold old glass press white clear
1.30.2006
New at e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s
1.29.2006
Palos Verdes
Far-up the mountain cliffs among white lines of rain- a single thought occurred and I placed it in my pocket. Further down, where life becomes a gorge between the hills, brush overcomes the thighs, covets the migrant; clings seedlings to cotton cloth- another reminder.Green-grey is my theme today and gasping purple wildflowers too tiny to understand nature's disconcern with land-bound existence. Consider the sky- smug, pensiveand splittingwith decisions.
perhaps exceeding the speed of mind is synonymous to read you motionless
1.27.2006
A Thousand Places to Die
"Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on,testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade...Who cares that he fell back to the sea?"(Anne Sexton) The evening wore a blue jacket. Your voice dressed itself for a long journey. There are a thousand places to die. You chose the sea because it remembered you. A dead bird, fallen from eternal flight; a small capsized body- the secret of its search.
Wings moved air, carried grief through bones of yearning... traced lines of the missing piece as if you had known it.
You kept yourself indifferent; the mystery of interrupted light ... blind falcon at the endof your fragile bindings-set sail.
1.26.2006
if you can find a synonym for me I'll just sit still
Product Placement
"The poet's pen turns them to shapes." --Shakespeare
"The price of getting what you want is getting what once you wanted." --Neil Gaiman
"And all that I want is forgiveness one more time to be the best in the world." --DisturbedProduct PlacementLove After yourself first Don't blame you (for what you are) --or you forgetting-- There is order to machine. Perfection in an android life. You were tasting my name. ("Yes") A circle inside Filled with Red. Souls cheap. -- Nobius Black
Impatient Gardener
Carefully crafted,the story, the flower's name whose footsteps hurry towards its beginning, rises from past to present- bruised by sleep, estranged by extinction, (our violent persuasion) The fist of our sensible bodies asphyxiate the rose.
1.23.2006
Please visit
1.22.2006
Cares of the Day
Dwell in the good bones, the crest of the hip; wake at the same angle as sun, parallel to its ascension. Dowhat is necessary- simple, weightless and pivotinglike the hand that builds our bed. Every discovery decreases the effect of erosion, draws natural light into the enclosure, re-germinates the fields, persuades us to wonder... "what is allthis space for?"
My January Ennui
for bI really do apologize. At the same time, whenever I write such a post, I do have to consider that I could one day be "unmasked" and outed .
1.19.2006
cyber stake
entertaining heat consuming
martyrs now
available
for
download as
death in blue
winter sequence
reconciliation leaves blowing across the sidewalk * cornflower not silk such odd jobs * sentence needs fewer words than this * coherence several blue young scentless flowers * fragrance of my mother foretold eternity * protect me with and from facts * hearing birds repeat themselves to us * lowest common denominator conversation about farting
1.18.2006
Cadence
As we fall upon this ground, till our shallow dimple down through charcoal shoal, form the walls, our concave bowl- burial offurnace-glazed soul. Peculiarly divine, our tomb, flame undone in soiled room, brilliance of our lamps dispersed into the twilight of our birth- cadence of
the heart of earth.
1.15.2006
Lover (descending the stairs)
You know the sound the ear makes pressed to shell?...hollow, pink whispers fog
down winding pearly stairs.
MENTAL ILLNESS
I like shopping in Asda stalking the bag lady shuffling down Bride Street supping Dutch export collapsing in gutters scaring my reflection daring to be a dickhead tipping a wink to the lunatic fringe on ward role play with bi-polar patients making gags 'bout all weather tellytubbies a bit of bully, tossing double top to finish off. and walking in tandem with women on tow paths. Dogging at Rufford lock watching the Linnets at Vickie park dancing at Barons with Burscough Billets metaphorically vomiting on the queen mothers' headstone in her crypt of remembrance at Windsor and filling my boots on the slopes of Paranassus with laurel stems woven in a crown I make believe my own; fantasy gifts of Minerva, Mnemosyne, Appollo and Ogma having a party and letting me know "We are ones who make glitter and red carpet treatment turned Bob Dylan to Homer rock the souls of Elvis, John Liam and Noel so go tell the world of gods whose secrets unlocked reveal an oasis of monkeys and beatles day-dreaming you too will join them here beneath Partholan skies."
Precious Momentit came to pass i was breathing alone my feelings came back broken the mirage had come undone it came forbidden you smiling in the mirror i turned around and saw you fade Billy Jno Hope
1.13.2006
Watch the River
There is no placeto find home; the river is freed, let out of its bones, trees remember groves, clouds roll away in search
of ceiling.
My grandmother rocks (steady as wind) in a wooden chair that creaks and groans; lumber of a ship
that takes her
nowhere.
I am exactly where... (or should I say) "I am"
and watch the river flow.
De-Flowered
Now immortalized,such an evening creped in blue soil, shaken down from white bough- crashed to flesh.Velvet-red flown from cave, a secret grove undraped, defiled... poison sprayed on flower, milk-rust dried at the bottom of a tiny cup- handfuls of sweet grainscattered.
1.12.2006
the era keeps ending the era
1.11.2006
DEad aS ClOcK
"It all comes back to sex and death." --Becky CloonanDEad aS ClOcKThink of your first memory: Mine was being born. From black to black -- DEad aS ClOcK -- These are words to come. Wounds to play. (Viola.) Play me. Human. Tonight. --only veneer-- Pieces in spiral. drift. (Sometimes we make choices.) I love the way (of Mother's voice) "No one returns from the stem. You are the God of the Machine. You can help yourself." -- Nobius Black
conditional
if
monochromatic
light of
existence equals karma
then
shadow
is an
act of choice
Wondering (about Franz Wright)
A gnome of a light,a man, molasses and eyes drilled into oil [of word] There is something strange about beauty when it's blinding or simple. They all threw stones, perhaps even he did... a few boulders shaken down from high places we can only pray to sink .... and I wonderabout wondering.
lip't 3
radiate sentence "fold, everything" cancellation inside vain sentence (s) admittedly it who stops foot above through concrete line sawn a visually well chosen time closed on opened in "representations, that one faced, closed fist ternary closing left vision excess (seen) door holds" (cracked one to long one same line) time that other (ways) did'
I have no stamina for lyric let's catalogue what we have. In the book a man is lying in bed drifting in & out of sleep, listening to a radio station, voices & dreams. It is hot here and it is hot there. A fly drones above my open legs; the fly remembers with me fleshy fullness between my legs and above, all the weight crushing my breasts back into me. I am a boy now. I think these things, remember them, heave hot & sink, where drowsy, voluptuous feelings are cut short by the format. I have no stamina for lyric the fly has settled somewhere. I heard a dog growling outside so I turned on the porch light & stood there folding socks. The dog was next door but sounded much closer.
1.10.2006
More or Less
Listening to the gentle sounds of night. Ease of letting nothing happen.
exilewhere is my exile? how it has betrayed polluted by existence billy jno hope
1.09.2006
From Invisible
In wide open spaces I professed my love for all things missing. I have no secrets, no wounds, no burning destiny, no sacred tablets to deliver me from invisible.There is a story about a boy who swallowed light; it ate him from the inside, until... he became light.On the subway, a young woman cried out "Jesus!"and burst into flames. No one noticed the fire
of her skin.
1.08.2006
Eraser head
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illustrious
dawn, yesterdays
dogma's active redefined
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tabula rasa, vacuum
genesis of
cognosphere
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1.07.2006
Separated
We are folded together,fleshed origami or spaces between cut-out dolls where the eyes should be. I warned youof fusion, of kiss,of dipping into bowlswith your fingers,the reflectionof someone-elsestanding behind youin a mirror.Only God survives extrication; (de-bone-ing) the silvered skein that shines pearl and purple. So we slowly unravel, a little toy, a top, a spool of thread, to become
what we are not- separated.
1.06.2006
Prayer
When dreams left the room, briefly-the color of silence (black) remained. In a small vessel, ink of the last desire spilled prayer.
1.04.2006
black travel
it was jesus man
and th footstep girl;
black dog
and aristocrat myth.
promise of rivers
and I see him angels;
him angels,
screen doors,
cadillacs, and
houses on rivers.
hell yah
smoking
hot black tar to nowhere.
you are th new chain
of air,
full of down and people
just left
old judgments in tight sweaters.
hell yah travel
in black arrest
eyes workin so hard
to close in on if
only one sentence
waiting and
like jesus drank
me & th drink
pills waited
slowly
for a click and a fight ( to go on
1.03.2006
Cyberoptic
These keys that I tap for sonic delight and literary sunlight produce packets of ancient lore covered by cobwebs of thought-bore I blow away the colluding threads with the breath of my dreams So do you see them now? Lilac-colored tales from the digital entrails of the cyberoptic underground
1.02.2006
new at e-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-v-a-l-u-e-s
so yeah, Amsterdam new years eve solid euphonic symphony pyrotechnics and mankind the band mimicking good old B52's noisy smalltalk excited by ethanolic bubbles tomorrow reload the past and exist 
1.01.2006
Mysteries and Longing
Truth within web is spider, hungersfor larger prey than flies- how it dreamsof hornets, hummingbirds and horses trapped in sticky threads. Dragon ate Man without a fork... strangely, nature consumes its mysteries without utensils.
Stray Child
I am astounded;the depth these steps spiredown. Without shoes, the sea is enormous; so enormous it sinks down.What vanishes?Where must it travel? The sparrow rests above stone graves- a stray childwithout shoes.Tonight,the woods are still, the winds cease to tremble- there are no paths out; hundreds leading in-tothe stair of existence carved in a tunnel that I mustjourneydown.
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