As/Is







10.31.2007


problematic

i want to walk
the limited road
of my sleep
i want to confront
its many sinister hands
its eyes are open now
i'll work around this
i'm invisible in the city
honestly i don't think
that anyone wants
to be uncomfortable
or do you
this is my time now
to taste her rattling legs
blessed and undressed
staring up at a divine white
of ceiling
that spends
everything else
shamelessly
this is my time now
to be disjointed
to cast spells
this is my time now
when no one else
can touch it
this is my time now
the cat spooks by
sounding cellularly
this is my time now
in the fall
jack-o-lantern my eyes
because i want to light up
like real life
when the candle's dropped in
smile wide a smile
that'll stick
all toothy
this is my time now
to lay the foundation
of familiarity
i want to walk
the limited roads
of my i don't want
to sleep again

i want to confront
the many hands at any cost
else i shrivel without
unseen unheard of






Phantoms For Sale

Disheveled pathetic John staggered into the empty church like a madness out of the asylum. He went straight up to the altar dragging sickness and alcoholica behind.

For five minutes he stood silently as if waiting for something to burn. The balding priest entered on time. He sat in the pew and gazed serenely upon John.

John began trembling. His eyes became haunted with restless paranoia. The priest never altered his gaze. You could almost pluck the calmness from his eyes. He seemed like he was willing to wait forever.

John began hyperventilating. He clutched his chest and struggled to speak.

"Come on son just let them out," the priest exclaimed.

John startled looked at the priest with the eyes of a zealous vendor.

"Father I've got some demons for sale," he said.

The priest nodded. "How much?" he asked.

Just one but it will cost you your soul," John replied.

The priest smiled. "Alright son show me."

John didn't hesitate.








10.29.2007


co(ex)

distance betrays beauty
sprawled across access
to water fire perimeter
and dust

be several of the needed
pieces and share
one of them at least
the list grows

into penitence repeated
within brackets until
commodified behold
the farmer offers

farm goods to the populations
neighbors come from far
to be defined again
receiving








10.28.2007


Autumn Couplets 2

Opinions overtake the limber mind
Of overtones imposed upon the home.

#

Crown prince low man confluence beholds this
Slackened safety melded with surfaces.

#

Impact upon one noticed keepsake just
About to have been whispered to the west.

#

Leaning on invented fragrances once
Craft appears to be manufactured trance.

#

Concave as avarice, the singing voice
Leaves wetness at the cusp of noise and light.





lubed into time's MILF stockings

blindfold between boots fingers grind
gone exhibitionist eyes goth game
body's fast feel hard experimenting
drunk mouth looking like black bologna

i'm uninhibitions secret dorm boy freak
lubed into time's MILF stockings
where i seduce i lick i laugh oh champagne
too touch i gently embrace her hardcore bootie








10.27.2007


cult

a cigarette a nice girl you are here you get down
you want it like crazy your mopping up my face
all heavy wet leaves your mixing up my medicine baby
baby we are dancing masks and stripping off shutters
watching the darkness its so real lips moving to shatter
to shatter to taste the plurals of your difficult presence
all visible visible shivers all over like a desperate cult





wring me out

a flower stems from sleep do you want it this way do you want me here
once you've finally met the one forever most despised face to face
is there an echo to make out slow and long difficult to face hard to fake

lips crawl close to fall getting into you to taste your shape
once a portrait defaced my mask's so happy here in your presence
oblong and distorted still standing crazy and overexplanatory

nowadays kindness is key my knived-in feet are welcome in any door
more than one place no more trouble no more x'ing drunken plurals o
no more painmaking months a belltoll moth mopping up medicine vomit

yup no doubt
put the coins in i'll make kissy face beautiful
wring me out








10.26.2007


Avenues

The deliciousness of causing people
untold convictions
switch turn Gamelan Creole knuckle bone
vibraphone deciphergroan touchstone
mellophone pornophone get garage
fiddler esodrone
of'ted saurus hyperpernicious
flat rate mortgage

Untold convictions causing metaphoric
bilinquency phloem neat floater
kernisphere (piddle)
Sasquatch umbilical
peddler domicile
clever go left buy a diploma
fortigraph

Hear skean
scary metatarsal
scrawn 2 a bit
slur garden
virtual exacerbater pornoplex
idiocarpark softness promonier taff








10.24.2007


you

you so You You
songs sound You To Soundtrack
You Love You
you for
you
You love true...You're
you so bought you lot you you Do
you you
so your you
love you You no
Blues
You
songs sound You To Soundtrack
You Love You
you for
you
You love





four-way

briskly leveraged along paper water
(a preponderance of shadow mixed it up with nuisance shells)
sins along the mobius strip refract
(commiserable alleyway gives grids a reputation)
due diligence that affords a lay by
(condone our weather when you look at me)
drip cure votive as the Angelus
(as a matter of forensics I admire your tea)








10.22.2007


they tell me that dimension of sorrow does not exist

to Ursula K Le Guin
10 results of 50600, Monday, October 22, 2007, 2:47:34 pm EDT

When longing isn't
mine-ness does
not

exist. When forms
have disappeared
contacts

...
Tell me
this.

My
heart is
set on knowing

how they disappear."
"One not
...

One who has
reached the
end:

Does
he not
exist, Or is

he for eternity
free from


affliction? Please,
sage, declare
this

to
me as
this dhamma has

While
not all
atheists are the

same
in their
reasoning, they all

confidently
assert that
God

does
not exist.
Consider the three

The
nostrils say,
"if they smell,

they
passed by
us." The taste

says,
"unless
they have

a
savor, don't
ask me." The

touch
says, "if
it does not

Who
knows what
will happen next

as
?the future?
does not exist

until
this ....
is

not
necessary to
become involved with

the
depths and
dimensions of sorrow.

they will answer
"The dimension
in

which cause and
effect governed
by

the laws
......
so

time dont exist?
hmm.. i
better

depend on the
clock to
tell

My
Jewish neighbor
- my age

-
stopped to
tell me that

he
lost his
father last


... Remember
that the soul

does
not live
in 3D therefore

it does not
exist in
...

To some J.
Krishnamurti is
an

enigma; he does
not advocate
social

reform, nor does

.....

they
don't want
to look, they

want, 'Please tell
me how
to

I
shall tell
thee, O Bharata,

what
the duties
of a Sudra

are. .... Even
Today it



does not
exist. What ever

is used is
pushed only
by

be upon them,
nor shall
they

sorrow?
(Koran, 10:
). ..... nonbeing

itself, which
does
not

exist.
So, God
has no opposite.








10.21.2007



the fond diaries 9 caught me stranded in a cage. This is my howl.








10.20.2007


esion prodigy

then psychotogenic rock
pollinates urban
warscapes





esion = reflected urban noise





The Voice w/out Eyes in Raymond's Head Considers Raymond

& Raymond in bed with his cold today
Observes each cone each rod featureless among wastelanders

All lucid ships falling thru sky lights
He rises & stumbles
Chaste along spanning months of hospital floors

Writing fizzles his poems seduce / recall a spasm

The daze never stiltify
Or lag if he wonders

If he sexes himself
Oj & grits
His shit is a stranger stranger to himself
A crosswalk / a bio down among
Knowing tales

The news is not a dove today
Imagined space pokes back a finger
Mucho
With the sweet meats offered in outrage

Bad angels picnic the craven walls of his cave his room
He panics the outline of a dream out:

Peache pits in little hard tempos

Rodent appears Raymond appears rodent on cycles
Each episode a new millennia

The sun is not a lord today
Imagined creatures crest among dust bunnies
Sing din of the real

Hapless ray of streaking madness stands at a sink
Reading stop signs don't suicide

His farts
Too seem odd
His heaven too narrow holds claim
On the comic
The real

In good clothes his street clothes
His body’s a thought purged onto walls

If his poem is shabby his bed burns








10.19.2007


gargantua's request

my twoton bones
cockblock my nights
there's little room
for obesity

please faux pas poinsettia
let me down
painlessly





Curse

may you fall
in love with
a malignant narcissist








10.18.2007


know

delicately expose your explosions
under the pink clouds of our room raining
don't become unbecoming you whom i call
the high seas adoration's an investment
between secrets and confessions we'll roll
aware of this fleeting to be held








10.15.2007


How I Learn to Love Our Bomb Strange Candy In Six Measures

"She said, 'Tell me are you a Christian child.' And I said, ' Mam, I am tonight...'" --Marc Cohn

How I Learn to Love Our Bomb Strange Candy In Six Measures



1)

Your troubled air
empty ink
infatuate
Me. Jackie Paper.
page soul Calligraphy/
Could be a mess.

2)

THiS iS hOW:
-I-
Learn to love (Our Bomb)
Strange Candy Holocaust
Between Us.
L O V E
dynamite
Complex light balanced
In a nugget center
Mmmhhhmmm...
good pill push
commercial world.

3)

POeT
& previously released p*rn star
remixed
FROM THE DAY I sued
God

the soul vibrates
like angels wayward
flapping.

4)

Apparently,
the
Maker
responds
to
law
suits
when
poems
are
written
with
long
over
bloated
titles
by
long
over
bloated
authors.

Delicate
Ego.

The Nobius Formula:
Evaporate.

5)

Assume identity makes
*TONGUE* telling
Well spoken Poe corpse.
Not even the
magic marker--
Universal Hippie
Can smoke
OPUS.

6)

Arrhythmia desire.

my sides color redemption
Don't know a f*u**ing thing about goodbyes...
So let me love/leave
Exit brain left
With

some-elusively
sought
Forgiveness

Dignity

this nite.

--Nobius Black








10.14.2007


Trowel Destiny

"Because the drugs never work... Another cog in the murder machine. They said, 'All teenagers scare the living sh*t out of me.' They could care less as long as someone'll bleed..." --My Chemical Romance

"White Trash Beautiful. I swear to God it's true. I'm coming home to you girl." --Everlast

"And she drags me to church but I'm scared to commit." --Sixx A.M.


Gabcast! White Rabbit - *BLACK HOLE* #9





Trowel Destiny



Rooted
Panic Soil
LiFE flowers grow
Upside Frowns,
Crying Clowns,
Not quite nature intended.
(Man is involved.)

Old Gods wear New Masks
You, Gardener digging
Hardly take notice
Yet rooting for
that something more
Tell me,
"No big deal.
I'm looking for
Where that damn
Icarus landed

And all of my
lost days."

One tear.

a Trowel of Destiny!
Formerly known as Spear.
This the last time I go
Blind dating
With that cat with the sandals,
That dude
Named Jesus.

--Nobius Black








10.13.2007


Greek Style Yogurt

a cross between
mortal sin
and

sanctifying
grace to
the fifth power








10.12.2007


the idiot

i've often
admired the idiot
it's too hard to know

autumn's here
i don't feel like it

my body's writing letters
to my mind
i wish that
i could help you





poor girl

the jerkoff clouds make scribble
in air
my cigarette in an instant
poor girl





(i'm wearing you) an addiction

a stretch the length of lips
wrapped 'round in yr sheets' music
consider something other than a statistic
to voice hearts breaking in yr head

i've been mad about since the day you were born
didn't know that then your eyes' slow winter frightens
i'll make myself scarce in and through them
my conveyor belt tongue sends flowers

when i weep you it's simply i don't know
always positive i'm not sure how to turn you off
i'm wearing you an addiction that smokes
through my pores taste it





forgotten way (marie rennard, guido monte, giuseppe zimmardi)

(collage created and arranged by Giuseppe Zimmardi)








10.11.2007


Autumn's Preface

1.
take off your clothes young one circle 'round the pain
swollen with a chaotic confetti and headhollow noise
here are old and young pretty hungry pretty in waste
pretty in no sheets to shroud pale flesh exaggerated
highly made-up frenetic long legs cherubic bottoms
delicate hands bridge bosoms paranormal eyes flashing


2.
last night i'd dreamt your love in drunken sleep
soured into nightmares of premature departure
wake up to smoke get out of my tarantulized head
sort through the oblivion material readied for me
a rolodex of bad things no one wants really spins
the wind the wind motherfucker and things
that you'd said mad in thick dark bigboned night


3.
inside your body stirring some framework glowing out
that me in you and you in me gentle kick head expanding
then tiny'd in the tunnel breath upon breath a brick wall
forming slowly ahead of either of us on either side
a top spins the wind purrs pearls of everlasting now
we're expecting exceptions and embraces enclosures
that you and i can sway in rosaries 'round our necks
and laurels 'round our heads bared so open totally present


4.
she's too rough and i'm too delicate
-- the smiths, from 'pretty girls make graves'



squeal
of tires
cop car
sirens 'round

a shout
is heard
loud
as no one
at all

drunken stumbles
from club
confesses
i heart heaney

her arms
interrupt
through the air
bites sucks
my neck hard

shrieks
follow me
one and all
to the palace
of love
the fleshy
carnival
we bedspin
come



5.
her words erupt my face roaring waves of peacock feather
tender pleasant hand on shoulder up to the sky look where
held her closer movements happening outside in stiff suits

stood there a moment as the songrung sponge of our bodies
let a thunderstorm of nerves surging up strings heavy
through our mouths into mouths doing a mouthy thing to do


6.
as a chandelier
i wish so hard
too much
stand there a moment

her eyes wander
in and out of
my supra-consciousness

denial
is a sea
lovelooking
in her there

an empty field
is lonely
reach
to the leaf





dangle

speak of love in particular thrownoff space
kick the eyelids open one by one slowly at first
ease in as into water dropping proof could swim
least likely to succeed it once was said
awake enough to keep the wake long enough at it
for another body to enter my eyes' box have seen
her standing there for hours tossing hair back there
way back there what i want what we all want
what i need call obsession let it ring a lure
an honesty to dangle from my lips a cigarette
don't slouch she said i waited for hours
ears lowered lowered down to know consider me
a mule consider my secrets consider my confessions
considered clean considered someone and anyone
do you follow





what's essential

my house is out
so like my knees
fragility's whoopass
succumb
she said
someone darkhaired like me
rolls 'round and 'round
in chez fantasy
like someone's past
that i don't know
that's just fine
that's just dandy
who's oblivious
is not me
i don't want to be
having to's desire
is what's essential








10.10.2007


The Grating Shanks Debate / wholesale love

When I sd
I ddn’t love u

I Clamato juice
Yr joie de vie
You were only

Julliette
On six
Afternoons
Straight
Off

Going:

Attn: painkillers

What interests me
The great shanks

Is being
Not being

Original
TAKE BENZEDRINE
Off shelves

& you have
Clamato
Referred by
Rx








10.09.2007


they ask what am i on--i'm talking GIBBERISH!

10 results of 13800, Tuesday, October 9, 2007, 1:10:46 pm EDT

Got
a MASSIVE
favor to ask

u
which involves
a teeny tiny

bit
of room
in your ...

Mar
31 2007
6:50

AM All the
girls out
there

are
totally lying
when they ...

Don't ask me
why. How
could

I explain? Jesus
Mary, this
is

Memphis
soul, goddammit!
...

Then
again, maybe
I'm just talking

I am probably
the only
one

left
in blogville
who hadn?t finished

the
book ...
It's

a
book that
you will want

to
pass on
to your friends

Last night I
finished recording
the

album I?ve been
working on.
I?m

pretty ...
so,
I?m

hip: they ask
you if
you?re

hip. Their definition
of hip
is:

I didn't ask
to be
a

menu item." And
they look
at

me like I'm
speaking Swedish
or


...
What? You're looking

at
me like
I'm talking gibberish

If
I'm not
prepared, it shows

and if I
am prepared
then

people see that
too. ...


Just ask!
I'm good
as

gold!
"Je suis
moi et personne

Maybe
it's just
the beer talking

Marge, but you've
got a
butt

that won't quit.

They've

got
these big
chewy pretzels argwoggkwgo......

I don?t recall
you ever
talking

about
Y2K?they only
specific example to

which
I
referred?so I

really am at
a loss
as

to why you?re
lashing out
so.

They drink a
lot of
beer.

They
like to
grill meat. They

won't
ask for
directions.

..... and yell
at the
top

of
his lungs
"[GIBBERISH GIBBERISH] A-GAAHH!

Do
you know
what I ?m

talking
about? Kev?
You?re the scientist

here. Good. ...

Where

the
hell did
you come from!,

Tags:








10.07.2007


Ovid (Metamorphoses I, 5-7)


ante mare et terras
et quod tegit omnia caelum
unus erat toto naturae
vultus in orbe
quem dixere chaos

before the sea, the earth,
the all embracing sky
they say chaos was
cosmos only face


avant la mer, la terre
et avant le ciel qui tout domine,
le seul visage du cosmos
on l’appela chaos

.

.

....................................................

french tr. by r.m. costa






Psychiatric Folly

I am seeds I told the meds traitor. Still he forced his minions to force the psychiatric folly into my blood. Then the pale imbecile disappeared to infect another flower.








10.06.2007


excerpt

When we reached the shore we found the island populated with used Miss Americas:
they had disassembled their tiaras and built a city that shimmered at sunrise and sunset.





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A Cup of Coffee

arrhythmia

could it be another morning?
ungodly
perhaps I’m dead

oh for the climate of dreams
found lacking, found

casting aspersion
on daybreak
full of songbirds
full of meaningless
ennui or conflict, snarling
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10.04.2007


Milking

Quiet breath shows whisper against cool atmosphere. Warm body here, replete with storage. Morning chaperones off-guard thought. Near boots of earth. Plain dampness and the yield now. Walls to be so sure of when alone beside life forms uncounted. This rest not filled with daylight yet. Endowed although still imprecise. Enduring.

Sense of smell to mean somewhere a plan and various from gravity young learning





MaZe

Disillusioned!
betrayed by nonsense
creating uncertainty
shes rebellious struck down defenceless
captivating in beauty
she never really believed in herself in mankind
destructive thoughts
she has seen the truth ever since her early youth
her perspective is tainted by fantasy
always feeling rejected by the masses
self indulgent in all her ways
eyes glazed over in pure delight she takes flight to another place in time in circumstance
reality changes from moment to moment
shes surrounded by strangers in a very intriguing way
shes in love with a dream twisted in her desires soaked in sin she begins to spin
her world is crashing down
theres no sound
she begins to feel violent frantic
searching for truth
spinning
thru this world
full of hate
but she dose believe in fate
now she must escape!





poor bunny

what do you see in the color blotches?
distorted rabbits with no tales
an underbelly painted with chopsticks
child eyes
fuzzy was he i see no fur
does that bunny care
carefree in his bunny-hopping ways
dazed by toxins he drank out of the rain puddle
what do you see in the color blotches?
but a crazed bunny
deformed by man
man's best friend
he rejects the bunny





horse shoe

so heard the shore
coming down in me
of course she can

my shoe where are you
that the going will be
already know that don't you

wed to the ground
sobriety tries
high on sky

tell me love
the i might be
what it is

what is it between
electricity and eccentricity
that wears so well








10.02.2007


i am now imperceptible, a singer of nothing

10 results of 14200, Tuesday, October 2, 2007, 11:52:54 am EDT

re nothing if
not philosophical.
So

The
school being
the house roof,

...

The trouble, as

all singers know.
is to
glide

imperceptibly from the
natural voice
...

It is with
the desire
of

a
word for
the of those,

, with whose
I am
now

so ...
Let.
none

despond at the
, often
almost

You hear a
voice I
now.

I
am very
happy to see

you.
How did
you come to

? ....
I
noticed

a movement, almost
imperceptible, in
her

'My
voice is
nothing compared to

the
voice of
my ancestress--the passarinna

*
who entranced
the

monk.'
Now, pray,
explain your words,'

The singer raises
the mic
to

his lips: ?I
am the
fucking

king/The wretched king/Of

all

this
shit/Of all
nothing!? he screams.

Patricia
Kaas, in
her film debut,

plays
Jane Lester,
a jazz singer

who travels
...
almost

imperceptibly, fade to
black and
white,

He had now
put his
flute

away,
and, as
though he knew

nothing
of his
visitor ...

for the
juggler is
threatened

with nearly imperceptible
displace- ment
from

Somewhere on the
way. And
now

I?m
here There?s
nothing I can

say except ...

My

friends
have described
me as crass,

An
interview with
diva Angela Gheorghiu,

the beautiful soprano,
who has
had

a
meteoric rise
to

fame and is
now a
world-class

2:30 am Ennui
had finally
been

vinoed
into submission
and replaced by

strong
3:00
am euphoric,

and equally nostalgic-
I wonder
now

Tags:








10.01.2007


miscellaneous

everything feeds inductive
seasoning at
least

once
individual ingredients
become a cluster

with a name
labels draw
boundaries

look
at our
routine separation into

people wearing various
colors and
designs

skin
sure as
inner match with

strands of instinct
teaching others
obedience

as
matter of
meeting ground to

organize the conversation
into lanes
replicable

come
hear yourself
talking to me

I want to
make succeed
your

giving
me these
unpredictable young roses





Passages

a scream
a hiccup
a burp
a giggle
a squeeze
a blush
a grunt
a groan
a moan
a shiver
a cry
a grumble
a mumble
a sneeze
a snarl
a sputter
a croak
a fart
a whisper
a sigh