when everything becomes elliptical take three of these ever so quiet - the lamp's a commander at attention - like a hand on shoulder commotion prowls from side to side - i noticed that there was a leaf masking your genitals - what does heaven feel like when you finally get there? - her dress was deafeningly loud - an observation does something to the sauce adds some healthy dose of kick to it - it hurt our bones to watch the ladder inch higher and higher
welcome to the rest of your life i'm so glad that you've came be seated - first there were little ones that grew grew wildly very - leap year children with silver eyes congregate around a box that stores all of night's bloopers - parachutes fall from up above - i think we're infested - i think that you're a great employee - ever felt like a slave? - become accustomed - i think that you're great - i think that the toxicology report really illuminated what we'd already felt in our hearts - i think that our hearts were built for hurt like ashtray's cigar dangling - lassoo a new you - sentiments are? - i found the word that you'd hid from me all glowing like an eel in the passenger's seat - thank you
she's the fuck on my lips - this thing i feel i get held - showers of hips and bright orange triangles illuminating the darkened walls - shadows slid through up on the ceiling slid like a 'shoot the duck' - for many hours we'd laughed because the drugs were tickling our insides - stood in the cold shower there mouth open receiving illusion of eucharist - smack high standing over looking out at the video game abyss heavy metal cataclysm of eyes banging together - we fucked - her legs spread oddly open and elusive like smoky sighs - telepathic sexing mixed together ambivalent - tv's were our heads and i fingered you i moved we mixed holy fluids like egg whites in the gelatin night - i see she speaks of moans so erotic so musical like an ocean's swallow it felt like velvet it flew sparks in one steady groove - reveling in bubbles a warm bath tainted with oils a sensual poison that licked at the body like one huge tongue dancing
sway in on vines streetangled relevant elaborate like dylan disguised and why? - elephants cascade the street with giant hooves - once gin and tonic television screen on birthed my red alert verses - pulsating head out downtown bobbing cigarette dangling dirty jeans soulheld recitation step by step - brother daydream and sister psychic carnation hear ye hear this llama man stray with dig pocket change
shy about the crimes in my lines and the croons in my tunes - have been spending winter withered in ski mask anticipating spinning springs - in the back of the church she's praying crucifix twixt breasts pendulous and unnerving - breath check the how much you been drinking - unswerving this belief in psychosomatic exploration of spiritosexual texts - what's next?
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neighborhood noise is first of all you must realize that i don't give a fuck about you - houses in the dark terribly afraid - blue chill swirl smoke clouds billow - her presence there - a hand through canvas to retrieve the bouquet of eyes - a man wanders through his mind pulls back the shutters of his eyes and lets a loud slow yawn - there's something going on in those houses that i can't possibly grasp - wings crossed her cheek thrice big black pearls - i turned the radio to wozk sounds of slow sadness zigzagged into outerspace - there's a man lives in belfast thumbs hooked through suspenders he says drug delightful - no one has any clue that today is today's date - who was this invisible mother that she spoke of - help me please i've lost myself in a parade of opposable thumbs
and she asked you what you were on - the kindly farmer accused young gunter of being a junkie - poor pitiful poet you - and in the wandering his eyes bled blue - and in his eyes through you it was called first communion - as the gramophone played all assembled slendered down to a hush like puppies - a quarter was flipped the only word that formed from this was "oh!" - there are satellites over tijuana - in her japanese sleep she asked her lucky stars "what will become of us?" - a lizard creeps haunting the grandfather clock beheaded with bowler fixed on - and in the soil what hands will sprout up all soul to slap you - a costa rican carnation dotting the map of his suit - dissemble me please i've got a target here on my t-shirt all teasy - drink sleep for it will save you
"illuminations" by melissa le'nee' and andrew lundwall
tell the words to stop staring at me persecuted one letter at a time when we lived on the moon we drank milk from solar chalices a unique blendable a sudden collapse of stars yet the letters are tantalizing i imagine them undressing in the room of mirrors feeling a long cold silence an eclipse gone over her ivory face with lips maroon red deeply craving sounds a generic form of affection a baroque germ unleashes itself under microscope we call it "beauty" smooth on surface a crackled texture underneath her cheekbones are illuminated by aurora borealis a mad assortment of rare birds racing upward like electricity counting layers spiralling perpendicular i held the tarantula in the palm of my hand i mouthed a slow silent "fuck you" you looked straight through my face a distinct feeling gathered like pink stormclouds in your eyes theories beyond understanding imagine her grace as worshippers spin 'round and 'round her feet drunk slumbers illusion an irreplaceable moment a spasm the aroma of the future tangling him the wizard brownbags wordsworth and bourbon prayers of lost children digging there graves in the reek of backyard bars the long haggard ghosts spilling out like a procession o the nettles spotlights illuminate darkness listens to the sweet coyote howls as they go one by one with their blank looks and shaky knees dressed in black like a heart attack a whirling dervish of narcotic thunders the words make her paranoid the words make her purchase those that would contain them coffins full of a e i o u and sometimes y
attrazione e sbigottimento, attraction/awe un sogno lontano e il suo risveglio afteraremotedream/awakening S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse Ma perciocché giammai di questo fondo Non tornò vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo …
The pulse up the neck. down her. The pulse down the spine. found her. the playing in tune. get her. the moon up in june. wet her. i am iambic to her line. so funky. met her on the dance floor. over drinks. drunken. took her home. sunken. boned. oh. oh. oh...
I croon because the lightning pulsing through her feathers delights. I see her face superimposed on every woman's because desire's an odd thing to have it mambos. My saxophone she says does something to her like a spiritual douche it touches her super-special sundial. the music it pulses in her kool super-special sundial. She's the Pacific to my Atlantic ocean. I'll let myself out. I'll let myself back in 5 seconds later. my roman fingers are connected to greek hands and you let them. you let them because you want them because you watercolored with them in a previous life also spanked with them some other man that looked like me and probably was.
The pulse in the pink. water. The pulse that I drink. Taught her. Here it was. Open. There I was. Groping. Rope-a-dope. Daughter. Give me more. Want her. Want her to get, down, settle. Want to her to feel, my, metal. Want to her to be, my power. Want her to cat, my, whiskers.
stressed to the max that man has a three-dimensional face constructed outward from mother's bosom her chaotic warmth disturbing in every single way deep restrictive breath unresponsive overloaded devoted to appearances strangely detached lashing out emotional mosaic blended together slipping away this is when demons prey crossroad drawn into the core of forbidden fruit rotten a frantic escape normal striving for perfection never attained wanting knowledge 1000 miles per hour thoughts race erratic
i remember their faces smashed in glass just stood there pearshaped in levi's lobsters crawled that day under the linoleum moved the submarines memorized the lives of saints in seashellshaped hands or just there in the dimlit is lonely dusty stingrays dandelion oblivion the sun's neck bulged in sweat and monetary ruin mandatory ruin factory fractured feeling guilty harpooning sighs to reel a face and press it through the everypresent crystal lips wetted and slowly parted pointed straight into a maze a bruised mosaic of grocery lists of cursive apocalypse of it suddenly occured to you as you excused yourself from the mirror and confuse keys or misuse or deceive houdini's muse you've exceeded yourself as a dainty prop covered in leopard skin grinning erotics beyond your comprehension of the white noise when she crosses her legs when she pops up complacent in the confines of your window or crushes her fingers under the magnifying glass i tell you friends the snow is flames my neighborhood is full of shit and i despise you all you pathetic buffoons i am tired of flowers i demand to be naked i want my words driven through blocks of wood i want the drill to be patient like first communion or her eyes melted the spoon it was like graffitti it was everywhere it occupied space like a stranger tipping his hat stumbling through falls and folds of his girlfriend with x-ray eyes and magnificent tongue like lucifer stoning the forcefield some monumental flaw the tremble in each liquid the meltdown the lowdown withdrawn in chair watch her hair float on video in person modeling for me this is new i feel ancient amusing angle swallow to stare
muffled interference a melodic explosion he prescribes the antidote a complex affair through mind to minds tangled heart a denial of affection her effect is cast down into the gutter drains reveling in mistakes past days over five years he fell to his knees an imaginary equivalent to love a sensory overload her heart played games with her head begging for comfort so illusion so mistaken so so so with another her it was safe there mistaken identity lumps down throat coming back for more insane pressure toy of war an all-encompassing betrayal painted on walls dirty fingernails the aroma of piss vomit and broken hearts make-believe connections hide away upstairs winding searching his face appeared through doorways glazed eyeballs her head fell off her body he swallowed her heart and grinned pornographic art they stare in amazement bowls full of herbs one single red rose fallen petals he describes to her the meaning of existence fading away he walks backwards they wave goodbye ending in a box of social pleasantries
"...from the sky, from the Earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web. ...We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it." --Pablo Picasso
This version, of this song, inspired the new super-sized edition of Calliope Nerve. Jam out and then email nobius AT gmail.com for a copy of Calliope Nerve XV: Pleasured Hands. (Note: Copies delivered via email are free, but print copies are $5.00.)
This issue features works by: Jim Benz Sheila E. Murphy Sarah Felder J.D. Nelson Amanda Boschetto Michele McDannold David McLean Zachary Bush Ray Succre Glen Chestnut Miles J. Bell T.R. Healy Joseph Veronneau Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal Jonathan Hayes Raymond Farr Michael Grover Tolu Ogunlesi Gary Beck Justin Hyde Felino Soriano David LaBounty Christopher Major Joseph Goosey Karl Koweski Jason Behrends Shawn Misener Melissa Lebruin Ariel Lee
shut the friction up tend bombastic menaces unlace your chaperone upend the graffiti spam the march triune your decibels overthrow the substances mind your pelt capture seisures surely postulate a pose pry open damocles train your fire cook your winces dry your lyre