i am extinct feather weight awkward paradise fiend boil the kettle stew the afterbirth feasting hard in the twilight urge dreams that mutinied downcast menace blasphemy the swollen stench of infamy slit my vision for rain
nausea is your spacesuit. swirl shoulders inviting in wilderness beats and invisible one night stand code. blue hindlegs arouse spellbound dolls. yummy evening night in tremble tentacle rhythm. celestial long field lightning. rotating peak of daylight meal. by magic the navel lighted body comet. wind disharmony inside initiation eye jellykneed to.
masked silver figures
a these that description. summer rowed handshakes with heart holiday and waiting pristine subway. navigation of controls velvet sickness coincidence clouds caught central of swirling droned knots. time emphasis. cold discussion garden path trembling silver figures masked. hollow music dark gesture shining in illusion. a butane winged fog everywhere. green spaceship cigarette whirlygig shaking roofs.
telegram space winter
steam fingers to flesh gaze tug wearing purple black nude fireworks. down extensive marigold fields like telegram space winter. cloudy dreadlocks kissed figures beginning in oysters. the desiring balcony of occult hieroglyphs whispered come dream cold. initiates festering dolls swing the freshly you know moist activity. much electricity. what reason but shapely yes. take a hit of their narcotic meadows congregation of chasing eyes. happy tiltawhirl longed so.
birth the night
reverse breathing program. shadowy y replied sucking cage from frighteningly propelled sound coca. scantily dressed walked immense amongst the snails of fire. irrational dart of remembered down eyes. violet steel electricity ferns vomit under a bass sunset. banal occasional torch feeling in mink. floating gardens. purity all candy dreams love across blink sights of lowly purest cult bosoms. musically roofs cylinder lighted moment lapdancing unseen thrash. pleadingly consciousness buttons up drums with dancing candycanes. birth the night.
indicated a gaping condition charges holding lost codes softly, warmly/needed to counter droning punches other than the sector's oficial language perverts to a written gaiety jerking flips stuck sideways onto accentuatee corn-rows+perfectly wishing fish production (to hydrogen)
Z)made collectively, rocks hiding behind cheap, yellow sunglasses offered the keys to soft senses+fair features warbling moments in history's unspoken daydream+(the wrong snowball concentrating golden hair babbling electricity boredom kissed the wise sortie added anything to possible genders both)
++peddling cookie commodity sulphrates on the pedestal of the real behind you indignantly, placing eros on a praxis/saves a tree from that screaming decapitation exfoliates the sexy, tanned legs of science just wanting to be special in the arena of the nod
---the trajectory of dignity, integrity talking of eyes stained video sisgusting possesses a true hyena, as scenic as words trotted yeast reduces the rich colours of the flattened fifth--that kind of forever tarnishing the organization of imagery (densely) wailing aquatics behind innocent smile delusions licking planted obsession like me and you---
(trace experiments, finely tuned frostbite chugging along my caress)
++brazen rubbish out of that hell-hole tore the weather vanes in two/saliva alliteration become strange loons due to declare corners providing hamburger exegesis with a warrant eye shaking those various doctrines down and nailing barbed-wire to esoteric theories riding the night's pig broken out of here/fantasy around little jack-boots singing of legion silken hallelujahs/thanking a cage of puddles and their earthquakes stolen strumming ready for another good time/twining winter toes built into dawn's specious circle
Ionian M: onion subway scenes of pretty should be be wailing sexuality over leather freedom droplets to ruined sleep fraught tributaries made known precipitate dragon cables left the womb, pattern sheep bridges the maestro flying the driven sky silently battling the cobalt distraction green capacities for life past the ecology of symptoms
(not getting a response coating the fallen tantric)
++dressing stolen as tantamount, the hair cigarette ash missing the cue out of the introduction a drag remembered/burning stomachs and perineums floating one ay or another, having a spot of red in its intrinsic meaning serenades groceries on their way to work in dark citation
(fragrance is its own eternity watching each and every stolen wind-storm (asking who you are)+injecting hell into the coronation+needing to dance a bucket of losing a lip/wearing the cold vigilante subway emotions on charred sleeves, brandishing the spectacle as blood+dying one romance lost in spaced limbs neatly pose carting oblivion in a chalice+transitions locked up, sounding uniquely unreal as a porcelain accent/bracing against the fake breasts breathing swastika fire into the forbidden tale of gravity happening in the spirit of fun closing on what you think, groaning in sympathy/exposed (the land of the free for what it really is) sucking artificial blends in a stranglehold/desperate, past me on the street without so much as a quick look/hearing so much cut with urine/enough to inscribe sorry last night, a bit snug writhing electricity all the way to third base++ written lyrically, meeting God on a bus/adaptable, cramping the exact having breakfast on your spleen, not signing automobiles on balconies, largesse doling out the taste of the world and moving difference with the receipt, watching the curb in silence.
I am a suitcase. My fractals aflame fulgently. Hope must be a mine field. A travel schedule of indelible shame. I am a suitcase with fractals. Aflame in bitter agony, I recall loves maim. Tossed and turned, feelings reeled. I am a suitcase with fractals aflame. Effulgent hope. I'm my own mine field.
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after, noon, delight. spent, in, pushing. charged w/ a strange lack of menace. to go on. to be happy w/ that. to "full". to "fill". to "feel". improvisation. intricate four-legged dance moves. intimate five-fingered hand-slides.
& that more-mint you be-came operatic
i, came, late. to this skill. how to succeed, in, erotics, w/ out, really trying. "suchness" of the darkest nipple i've, ever, touched. such, a kind, of dusk. dusk, plus, musk. equals.
a formula for falling into opera...
on the eve. of what may bleat. i thought, touche. whatever may verdure. be-touch on me. don't sputter. for less than red-soaked in, squared, deep, "saturated".
No need to stay, as it's always snowing Numb limbs flap in repetitions, we need just a touch more air to take flight The fury is controlled by little fingers and bright eyes Shaking the world, sheltering our bodies with trees that outlive us by three lifetimes A broken nose--as the blood hits the snow it melts quick releasing life and water Old piano keys tapping madly leaves the taste of sadness lingering in my mouth Melancholy, running a single finger over the bridge of my nose I can still smell the blood
Going for the kill means hitting your opponent as he moves. S is getting set watching his opponent he must decide where to place it to aim point A or to point B a high ball slammed to point C to point D or a volley to point E.
Tell us why. I want to fly to where you are. I want to live under your wing and decorate the underside with my young breath. If I could reach you what would you decide to teach? My limit is your bravery in touch.
long roads daisy at the end a simple shadow murmurs dust pilgrim drop that fallen on the wagon i think i'd enjoy magni- fire torpedos topless dancer margarita margarita you remind of oh yeah that's it think for yourself or she might close the closet one long ballroom gown a temple of boots and billiards we love our audience thanks for nothing come closer come hither and thither mow my garden my why you seek and you shall shit i'm not talking i'll pass
This is a cheap poem about being a man in the woods.
This is a cheap poem about being a man in the woods. Suddenly, I experience a very deep epiphany. Or else, this is a poem about being a woman in the woods, alone, thinking about men. Or else I'm feeling my innate, womanly connection to nature, especially the earth and the moon. This poem is terrible. It is a tired poem. In Carlsbad, everyone says "namaste" to the teacher after class. In Washington, DC, only a few people mumble it, very privately. Actually, there are people in Washington, DC who say "namaste," but I didn't practice with them. A woman in Whole Foods once greeted me by saying "namaste!" I was smelling tomatoes at the time, and looked at her with a dazed expression. She pointed to my yoga bag. I smiled and nodded my head stupidly. I don't feel blessed by my womanly connection to nature, nor by my manly ephiphanies in the woods. I don't believe in "blessed," but I believe in other things. There are probably people in Carlsbad who do not say "namaste after class." No one has said it to me on the street though on the whole people are eager to greet and engage in small talk. It's important, I suppose, to accept that some things are true and real. I don't want to be true and real, but I belive in other things that might be. It's not up to me. Obviously, the sunset is beautiful. I imagine watching myself eat a fish taco in my large sunglasses, the wind blowing my hair into the salsa, the blue of the water and the blue of the sky looking clear and fake.
colored lights beyond city bare kissbound perfumes motion amazing high on wind of creatures grown from within windshield glare tirespark blaring stereo loud thundering naked as a bat with many eyes as that rabbiteared terrified restless feeling drop dense sexy behind grip of wheel outerspace face stretch of ahead everything new and driven-eyed become virgin as a shiny new sliding whole quarter june waiting to be flipped oven-toasted chimney cricket waiting to be borne outwards sacrificed cut free from umblical surroundings freeform destined for a peculiarly magnificent different damned dandy thighicularlegswrappedaround technicolor sort of incubation winedrunk over barechested salivating horizons under shade of new called upon umbrella true that all of this leads to this has been rationalized fishoutofwater flower of my hymnal in oh so many different positions crazy as all hell
I sleep with the glow of the city as a night light. Orange. I'm not a cosmopolitan girl. There's a haze of language around my head. Static. Hard angles and heat between the bedsheets. I'm not a cosmopolitan girl. The tree outside my window shedding its leaves for wintertime. We are outlines, the parking spaces behind it sketched in thick white. I'm not a cosmopolitan girl. How we are sad, a wordless space, I see it down the alleyway, old cobblestones backlit by the security light that's always on. How we are sad.
Hello there. I'm Christine Hamm, a newbie. Thank you Andrew for asking me to join this wonderful group blog. My first venture is a bit rough, but here it is.
We'd all kill for a little light. Someone on the second floor stashed their vitamin D in OUR refrigerator. Who else sees the skull in the sky above the hotdog cart on east 14th Street?
We crowd around the one office window, quarrelling over who will lick it clean this time. What I need is the Complete Idiot's guide to the Eyes in the Back of My Head. Do you think you can remember this for tomorrow? The tension in the women's potty is as thick as the cat-choking mist of hairspray. You could cut it with a plastic fork like all the old farewell cakes.
I lost the post-it telling me where I am. As for the previous assistants, sometimes I visit their graves, sometimes their graves visit me. It's hard to see the screen with all these ghosts; when's the exterminator coming? It said bad file/corrupted, but I hadn't even touched it yet. I wouldnt eat that, if I were you. ---------------
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You want to know when during that fog, I ventured. I was seeing sacred things closest to night. High among the stars war in heaven. The outcome- impossible destruction. I imagine the fire, the end. Fear. Spectres into the pit. How happy! Free of that blight! Flickering light. His expression grim and sad.
blest blancmange on trays of teal. you bliss to stretch [for the] the neck then sail toward skat sea? a peak [piques] dimension portrays a trawlish treacle tipped chore [if erratum] op cit trip torn numeralia to wit [encyc-] toupee toned tall [en croute] so agamem- the wait list [weight] four-walled tip touch a frippery so quelle [so tell] dommage of futile fingerings left [ratcheted] concealed up seal and unattached thus frantic [now the ledger] so demain I say to you [domain name] hastens charm traverses long way homing traced to wheel and deckstack all the way through porridge rumored bountiful and thus and sew storm prior use of whole cloth loathe to ring tone gives grace freely lastingly and long to tow some sun to implicate sombrero as if only low tones lived within that other constantly unnamed for label lives to feeble low an oligarch by centrist pause [a pose imposed] gives glory to this swatch and that thaw noble trend and crease and snow and dice most on the table tenderloin and oh [it's you]
he survived the Battle of Grodek his body went on as usual negotiating the angles sudden trees, the marketplace no one noticed his head was missing though I came upon it one evening took it in my hands looked into twitching opaque eyes used the earholes rolled it like a bowling ball watched the colors go bouncing out and the last rat too sliding on the burnt blues it stopped right there at the river's edge I walked up to it neither of us moved neither said a word saw his body come riding in on the back of a deer watched the soft green ripples as the two went down waited for the silence to enter his open mouth.
winter's at dear balcony. thought withdrawn in mink spaceships. this electricity. she smiled sadly. gesture weather blue lighted steam lover chasing after floating night sky. stirrings shadowy. firework physical breathing and fall emphasis. description. put it hollow to distract shining propelled gardens. a look with dream came down extensive in the candy depths of summer evening dolls. sat by descriptions was wearing sunglasses. cigarette asleep irrational doubts was tentacle thickets. painfully masked partners in moist discussion sought electricity code. purest consciousness heart charade among bright dried lightning.
my winter impatient and black
my winter impatient and black. green see across another coincidence. telegram wilderness strumming banal subway. steel sheets lapdancing daylight meal. a white rose swirling droned knots itself. trembling remembered electricity stole saying me yes. the wheels festering dolls of mink. description hiding narrow sunset when these questions space to disgust. cage precipitation where handshakes hidden by eye walked wearing purple blue oysters.
this fern of dreams whispered eyes don't beach
been anything replied him. meadows lifted candy central electricity throws of activity. not enough admitted plastic. cold. fog center rowed to our future and dressed curiosity in sounded thrash. she cold standing caught the mouse was even becoming intrigued night coast. gaze face you know occured in funnels whom tar kissed of flesh wearing electricity boa. from figures bright feeling caught illusion. this fern of dreams whispered eyes don't beach. nodded of reason coffee sound runs along green da. garden invited lighted moment.
backward electricity green rabbit with arms. into cold sky-ward something roads. dreams description hiding. excruciating plastic advancing. silver walker's night base. a sound wilderness storm lightning woman into moment. collide walls plunging the illusion. piano throws sheets lapdancing daylight tune. marble into ruined winter there last breaths of subway runs throws marquee hunger sparks. watch tentacles shadowy on discreet electricity beach. space down countries flaming lungs. firework creatures dolls working fog thickets. the green cage that 4 walls description. unconscious frostbite feeling like weighted metamorphoses. this s center of physical breathing. who speak of really real midnight spinning. flapper chasing her descriptions over floating night wonders of fiction steam zero'd weary glow. connections fuel-injected perfume tornado skin beyond fault. touching fluid's three-legged sleep. strange spy disturbs pursuit fingernails. boa brought hums cigarette shivers wearing code and through purest gears understood fast sun. green mink hisses out wearing candy pinwheels. boa mind tar in fantasy handshakes where tremulous crossroads moan.
our love is a three-legged rabbit with pink marquee eyes bootlegging this fiery feeling zero'd into oval targets desirously jettisoned into very center of our thoughts into midnight kablooey fuel-injected i'll speak easy speak easy as you dance through strobe-lit fields flashing dear legs dipping arms ever rising hair swinging gorgeously like silver pendulums blissed-out blossoming spidering expansive wilderness of skin passionate gears body- working spraying fluid movement spinning flapper eyes widening to the s to the e to the x to the y beauty hisses hums effer- vescing lapdancing barely touching oh my soul shaking exploding fluorescent bulbs of heaven tremulous blasted breathing fast night sky-ward succulent moons of flesh brightening like mad boldly
I declare from someone else's heart that you are in alignment with my gravity. So let us scamper to the dance tunes. Let's inject utility into our stream of consciousness, condone the apoplectic restoration of the dimestore pulse of this young feather of a townlet. Let's enjoy projected selves. Let's divvy up the ruckus, pass the buck. Let's go wash the Chevrolet, get in and watch the life sized-plus folks stretched across the billboard-cubed sized screen be members of the master plot and grin through fate as fat and frame by frame go whelming past the well-planned nightlights.
description of a woman wearing a feather boa. pea green sunglasses. picture of a woman standing wearing a mink stole. of a woman description. description of a green mink boa wearing a woman. that fits into. a woman wearing. worn out weary wearing woman fits into description of a woman. disgust. a weary woman wearing worn out fits. into sunglasses a disgusted woman descriptions into. sound runs along the walls. electricity fingernails. a woman fits into disgust like a feather electricity boa. description of electricity fits into like wearing feathers. of a pea green woman description of an electricity woman wearing sound fits. fits wearing into a feather. worn out electricity disturbs the neighbors. throws feather. disgust. throws electricity wearing a mink feather. stole a green boa from the neighbors wearing disgust. disgust description of a mink stole tar and feathering sunglasses. throws electricity woman sounds. runs along description of a green fiction in a plastic cage. a cage disturbs the neighbors electricity. sounds plastic. disgust a cage throws a woman wearing a mink stole strumming a guitar. cigarette electricity disturbs the feather throws. throw rugs fit into description like a pea green cage. cigarette neighbors disturb electricity. this disgust. quiet down.
sound throws floating dolls
throws walls. with these questions. times that something back. rug comb-over. candy road wearing sunglasses. after a feathers was drained into spaceships. this floating. reaching i again. the figure. description. worn daydreaming description like a boa. wearing green electricity. lighted distract. okay reason to. duh. what blinking bright of feather. the neighbors wearing a woman description. woman thinking about sugar and mouse. was probably yell something at the wheel. the sky. mink. plastic throws a fit. woman tar and feathering strange excitement. disturbs them sunglasses. picture wearing bright long tentacles. them. description of electricity stole. up there. runs along cigarette blue heads. pondered completely moment. sound throws floating dolls. electricity quiets it.
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pretty once before the dust fell through space it felt mysteriously beautiful for a time to inhabit another body you told me to do as i pleased and please would i of course approached with trembling milk fingers feeling strangely something else pink leaf flying over a plateau swallowing sequined sounds drowning intoxicantly spiraled to fiery fires frantically smoky zither sounding we two human figures twisting rising stars on the wall
body skin spread over thin upon air lost in wandering at last high as a kite skiing over the edge found essence under boulder butter wedge of land causes slide shoulder to shoulder i think a slice of moon i will jump up like a puppy collide graze consciousness funnels of mystery spin around like a bullet spent cartridge chattering teeth of fog what wheel would fall so fast spewing shrill bright vertigo will be on shirts team hazy green all over wings splitting out the hangar make-up mascara spray paint slow down patience slam dunk you've missed the point sweat rains like little innertubes paraphrase simply reduce laffy taffy soul juice spits a fountain strange knowledge of flowers through tunnels on fire holes knocking at the door leading to the center of gravity pond of midnight puppet watch my bones poke through green green eyes
touch my hand drunken pillow pinpricks of stars disorderly record heavy midnight metal of thorough lipstick cigarette left kool town of industry drowned town sheets of air shivering stanza downed power lines snake across the street break like loaves of bread shake many lovers a collection best viewed through mason jar go-go dancer body jingling all polaroid cameras split in two paralyzed by thought mesmerized by memory cut in half empowered by thought land of 10,000 dances unlimited fancy a cyclone of coins my funny valentine cards divided deck ride a horse through my work whispering amongst trees
I ask you questions (did lead pencils ever have lead in them, do you think of me do you think?) while your fingers are inside my underpants so you remember I'm here. I ache when I'm with you. Look at me while I dissolve, gas in water.
everyone's wearing boots over their jeans, v neck sweaters. there are storm clouds gathering behind cardboard cut out buildings in the city, cardboard against cardboard, and i walk with my arms tight around books pressed to my chest, my hair in my eyes.
we talked music and clothes (thumbing through your great CD collection) drank and prayed to our youth we went swimming and you never got wet, your red heart sunglasses floating away on the river, my hair & our hearts.