AK

Third in state, AK.
CA wrestlers are good,
Not great.



I have the best seat in the place:
I'm nobody.

The host speaks
Truthfully, I am the best sort of person:

It is only Truth that I seek.  Alepheuo.
The thinking man's tea:

Green.  Golden mean,
Phi-ration.  I'm patient, gyrating my sips.

I could give a fuck if you're 'hip,' I am
A dirty ghetto kid.

DGK all day, baby,
You can call me Davis, knowl with the knowledge,

A stranger in a strange land, permanent vacation.
I'm vacant, no college.

Gone, crazy,
Listen to the lyrics, homie, do they talk about Satan?

Satin grip, waiting in line with the Mexicans, tall,
Hot cup of coffee.

I'm yours baby,
Dark things may happen.  Suddenly, the Poet.

Some serious hocus-pocus, fiction broke in,
Stole everything

And sold it!
Hip-hop hopscotch you know it.  Wells'

Diminuendo from the barrel of a gun,
The girl, girl, girl

With the golden sun.
Explicitly saying:  Run!~ I'm having fun,

None of you can sue me, win-win
As far as I can see.

This is not prophecy.
This is reality, a literal gun pointed at you and me.

You can decide whatever the fuck you want to believe.
Look at me,

I'm the captain now.
Sit the fuck down, shut up and stare at the screen.

Now do as I say and no one gets free.  Observe the scene:
Obscure little hell.

Lithe Belle,
The lady of good fortune, the lady of the rocks,

Picking up the little ones and dashing them on their heads.
Oh my god.

Thine is the will,
Bastard, thine is the glory.

On Earth as it is with God,
Pearls to the hog.

Post-Apocalypse Modernist

The way the words drip down and fall away.
The way the rain makes me feel today:  small, fallow,
Like Issa, rocking a devil to sleep.
A young girl's smile to seal the king:
Twenty centuries of stony sleep,
Rock-a-bye sphinx.  Dimebag Dee,
Rest in peace in peace.  Underneath
All that apparel:  America.
No dice, unless...
But what's under the hood?
Life, then everything dead.
Woe, I don't know,  
What is dying?  

What is death?  
Why does the smoke ring come from my breath?  

Psilocybe cyanescens and some demotic french.  
Et tu?  Endless, 

Unless...what's good is bad and what's bad is dense,
Making nothing from simulacra, no Guess? I digress,
This is a long drive for someone with something to think about:
Nothing, that is, nothing in particular, nowhere is best.
The limitless void.  The limitless light.
Lemmings or Sphinx, onto the brink:


X,


The birds always know best.
You get fucked then turn into a finch.
Or maybe a nightingale if you're into
That shit, but a very quiet finch nonetheless.

So rudely forced
And still her woes at midnight rise to fill the air
Under her bended wing
And I will always die, I will always die so you can remember me.

Attis, Adonis and Osiris
Speak.

Un Jour Comme un Autre

Un jour comme un autre, but another world, another way:
Another type of Day.

Premonition violet
Or whatever it is I'm saying is mingling with the violence

Artistic disintegration, I don't need a book of revelations.
Hench forth I do this:

Carving out Victory
From a bunch of little spaces    pew pew graces, 'New movie!'

'Next!'  Shooting down the Muses, the flavor lingers on my tongue
It's stupid it hasn't already been done.

It has long since begun, rest in line.
I'm crazy, over the rainbow, crazy, truly gone fishing.

My blue flame for midnight might just be turning
Violet in the evening time.

And what is this, mine?  Mostly,
But what isn't is Time and tired old Tiresias, haggard and blind,

Hankering down for the evening, trousers laying loosely
On the Bedside.  Cadaceous breath,

Intermittent rhythm woven, unopen'd
Letter on the desk.  The late greats curtain time, call it sense.

Unless, what's good is bad, and what's bad is best.  Universal
Snickers.  Boop, got you on the head.