Both nocturnal entrepreneurs Accrued time when the table split open It was prearranged from time immemorial Each setting fit easily each gasp It just wasn’t fluffy : a kinda Mulch befitting bougainvillea A situation in which : the normal in us Sickens our hypothalamus Our ethics on a stage of hippocampus A parvenu situation gone awry Suffered evening upon evening Of blinding joke bombings : a Gong At the hour of our total sedation
Exchequer revival guns it up I-95 Slings ingredients till vilified Is filed / becomes believable A fact at a distance of 6 parsecs Most notably a pederast Dumbfounded flaneur asks Bob Freckle his incident report Made tongued by this sun Of pork : a possible outcome Delayed : paraphrase pouted thru tuna Portals : the novel ruminates On chapel prey –participle Cliff dangling off glacial icebergs
Soma “zero-one” constellates ideal A grid’s the result manic with lust Ars longa vs. penultimate vita brevis Swings into the swinging sewing Club night manager’s Lotus B-52 The Night Watch at crisis point Becomes Barthe’s ticket for mourners Who abbreviate death as a garden Or chicken salad sandwich Sunday but a dream in which A fourth durable span accelerates Across sunset on Sour Dough Mt. Pawning in our destiny of false teeth
Our authentic Rue Paul real hair wigs Set in 49er gold filigree mass mailing Culminate an existence water-boarded Free of the blasted chains on soft Lily Circa 2000 & the boat people on Fox Reality closer than hope on a rope Such domains regret little we suffuse With larger mannequins standing in Aardvarks are boat people too if you Listen their cry is plaintive & shallow Like a dead ringer’s eyes Time is a rule Loosen then titan but listen & long for This is a human this is our exit
I watched you trying not to exceed, exhilarate, entwine yourself to bumbling. It was a starry vastness that contained your fealty to . . . This nest (glasnost), this fever, and this cleft revealing habeas corpulence, reminded me of valet service in the miniature holding Tankeray. Yes, you, Violet. I'm addressing your furred derm. I mean busily weighing thoroughfares as a way through folk tales. If a priest has little more to say than domino partaking, then simply reserve a seat and watch. Listen. Watch some more. If a free person can rigidify the known comparison between theory and precise indifference to what will come, then why be knockabout. Why be strained. Why be northern. When I was a mute little conspicuous entreaty of a sort, you salted where I'd been. You motioned to my seeding of the layout. All of this, some yard. Some bardic whole tones, to which anyone could march. I think I know your avid way of reading into pyres. And people with agendas. And gender neutral fireworks. All of that we share, we spare no challenge. Tea is how we wear our gloves to have receded into memory. For which we depend on others to intend. Even rescind, when there is time.
Alignment with the daffodils or surname privacy, some patch to claim, a way of talking as a way of feeling (better than)
Clear Claire. (a third white daisy) Hepburn almost. (frame) Vibraphone. (impositive) Slim neck: (plo-) Hear this. (revelatory) Called upon. (window) Electorate. (free-pair) Now what. (hearse) Nest from. (rest) Won't ( ) Don't ( ) Fill (frere) Fear (fall) Nexus. (forward) Four-walled. (freight) Interpolate. (anjou) Once (fair) To bear. (yet rate) B(r)ought. (home) Overdrive. (long haul) You could (winter) Repair dose (where) After Dose. (astir) Then ruffle. (lines) Consequence. (in code)
entangled in elusive spaces euphoria sets in like a ladder to the sky where clinging to clinical cosmos the clown man sizes up the issues and subconsciousness bordering as it is the cranial steam of lostness there my love amongst the nettling romance the watchtowers hunt
apocalyptic hosts down from the heavens like tibetan pinpricks bananas hanging from burst soprano eye sockets smorgasbord of memory why must you be so faulty in the innards you'd chosen slop of buffet and endless yarn artificial architects manage your mind that you might not be neurotic
antarctic butterflies up the arms like cards you know nothing about it's all mental in the space room where the daisies are lighting up and up chainsmoking chimneys like angels you'd never dreamt of in gloom of psychiatric ward inventing new pies charged by the intergalactic wonderbellies
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daydreaming pseudonyms on the beach the cord that connects me to peach in the cylindrical nightmare we'd kept aside for many days lost in the chaos of muzak floaming in concocted oceans tragic as a museum where for days there was much waiting and the crowds gathered like miniature tents under the tender buttons of the station
puddles of your generation are poodles plotting revenge on the giant ogre possum windowsill a man willows are her eyes as marguerite duras terminally waiting
wittle pools wittle ripples phantasmagoric q-tip bang the scene's ended curtains like puzzle never turned away from in the quiet family room like ghosts playing hiphop stereo vulgar patio
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christ in the living room she kept on taking on motor city's burning under the dull lights of antiquated michigan amplified by beer bubbles a-floating under neon clouds passing like actors a stone from the vulva of god patiently hyphenated delineated from a sign i couldn't tell the pleasure in naming of nothing or anything in the heated argument at the foot of the stair
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cries in the bedroom tied to bedpost begging forget the stupid compromise a gift like an acre in florida where he'd heard her running through fields upon fields incomplete because the master chose abstinence or incompetence around finger the arena of glances falls to stone below the falcons' perpetual circling
what have you conjured up from the bowels of my karaoke milk because you said instead creatures inhabit every noontide sights to be seen and sewers of forget the votive candles in her eyes that night it was all of the florida that she took cornered by seamen where the one-armed monocled tower bellows on and on about'a speakeasies throughout infiltrated nights pulling daisies planting hourglasses stay little stay stay or maybe each day is stumbles over monotony in a leather-walled cellar a tavern or other i love you means i can means i will or want to bludgeon the dream that you know is ice cream when the dream police are polite they come they come out of my head those images that laid there stiff more and more alone
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"I see nothing but old people and stopped clocks." --Warren Ellis
Calliope Nerve Zine 16: Glass Under, We is available now free of charge via email. Inspired by this Charles Bukowski piece:
The original print run is sold out! I will advise you when we go back to print again, in the meanwhile enjoy the works contained in this issue including pieces by:
David McLean Ariel Lee J.A. Tyler Christine Stoddard Lyn Perry Scurvy Bastard Jeremy Hanson Jason Behrends Gary Beck Theo Moller David LaBounty Alan King Glen Chestnut Billy Jno Hope Adam Hinton Tony Nesca Felino Soriano Nicole Isabella Luis Cuahtemoc Berriozabal Charles Bukowski Michael Lee Johnson Shawn Misener Chris Major
test nothing but a clot of test in the absence sinister of a necessary not much to absolute immersion in the heights & winds & snows then years' Francis if he pens ten sing pandemic in sniffles to clearcut edema within the sofaed so far Roof of the Mind night in wait tensing up even without Mother Hubbard a profusion of words a contusion of skin a protrusion lying to trespass 150 m.p.h of tent zing double tough skin in nylonity atop an ending every ending a gathering of endings in accord of above feathers hovers oxygen vision beyond shimmy the brain vessels chock-a-block & choke to zenith in which to breathe equals the etymology to deify: one god in the descent.
much obliged in this never break i talk in the horses and am sorry to say you could have stole or behaved what means such actions? she is just now you you will remember me in old age in the meantime you are there sincerely i to you imagine you come as soon as possible
i am thursday me dearest (or wednesday novr. 6th or something) or servant extravagantly kindness i had found an instant in you as if you were a ghost around me or really i was very weary previous to that period robbed of answers but i am very trivial am small
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have i have i have i received my mansion you see my improvements are about three or four or nothing out last night were we i loved you as well as i could or as if i’d never before abroad my place i keep i am months i am serious i am a child
1808 remember this date once an able-bodied frances i’d re-modeled the before like it's my word as well as i you because i am every affectionate son
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