Sunday, May 31, 2015

Flanagan's Wake

it's today...again, we're having beer and pooridge (sore? no) no wine, i'm reporting in. i know logic, illogic, pillogic, fuck dr. phil logic, fuck college, i'm off it. uh, no offense but pass a me on chrisahmiss, i kicked back and canned my wishlist. caroling like i'm watson, shoutout to pinsky, heany, browning, rumi, and, 'any way you want it.' christ, i thought you were a christian, whew, dodged that nausea, shot it with my bag of, 'mary wanna?' it's in how you were watchmen, adjusting the influence. talons are one thing, a roo is an option, er, isn't an option. erroars in funktions are so fucking awesome, who's dawdle-us? swaddling cloth or colossus, i'm a shadow of progress, refers to the process of 'enjoying, contemplating, or reading.' a soot-filled project, a face in need of washing, nappy ass place, the Virgin is watching even as we embrace, i said, i'm liable to actually do something unique, i love to lie, steal, and cheat. if by that we mean...daw, just pinch his cheeks, and make sure he gets clean--this is the heart of the belly of the beast.

black sheep is not my thing, i'm too honest, more like madd deep--madd deep in my conscious, er, subconscious, shangri-la shaman, i'm shit talking, they got tossed and dumped on, no fun, he's like a wolf up in the chicken run, but he sits so still upon the fence, i was neither living nor dead, and i knew nothing, looking into the heart of the light, the silence. it's hard to say but what's my function? subject, form, and content--that's truth i'm calling on, anyway you want it. i'm so like out-of-control, do i make appearances wiggle like they're known? just let me redefine this: i'm a flow scientist, i exist, there, i've evolved again. twinkee for your stress? frankly, i've never been the same since they duped us that day, i don't want it, i'm still laughing at how we all bought it, what shit, it's all for profit. 'capitalize on your breath?' 'it's gone a'gin,' i'm a book in and still can't tell what's fiction or nonfiction, 'but what should we call it?' endless. headlight shone about three years in front of him, call me again, i'm seriously a mafia man's dream--no following. i canada, i cold, i haven't a single television show. hike, that's called passion, first-down, i'm a prophit with nouns, helter-skelter and where upton is found: no-shelter. i feel like i'm five, no joke, i am man alive, bushy-eyed and no fright, baby if you wanna be free just listen to me. i am sofa king at target, the half-iz, well with ali like mohamed. 'i called it, the om is my thing, man, can't you get your own knowledge,' rolling on the floor laughing at god again, either that or all of my problems, i don't know why, i just express, i'm on topic, conscious and gritty. can you feel it? that same unforgiving sense, see the smile beneath: ignorance isn't knowledge.

bring me some roses before i turn fifty, you'd be kinder too, if you only knew. i can play the bass too, well fuck you mr. flanagan, *clap, clap, clap* yeah, you watch man, what's it like in sudan? i go to sleep breathing, i wake up breathing again, i could wear anyone's face. *shots fired* this is the first day of 'our relationship,' the first day of your life really depends on the parameters you set, remember, 'anyway you want it.' i told you, i'm off it, the deep end is in my closet, i had a skeleton there and bared against the cottage. okey dokey, keep it lowkey like thor lil' bro. here kitty, kitty, my heart is made of gold. but as in, 'for god-sake, malcom in the middle again!?!' and the crowd goes wild, yay. allowing the contours a way, no one cares about what i have to say, anyway, could i calmly advise you to explain: well, i'm basically the reincarnation of all living things. i'm hiding my stylus on the highway, in plain sight every friday, what do you like? i want a cigarette too but i'm too bare-assent, initials on the hood, no offense, man, but do you really think you're that good? i told you, i'm a simple man, caught a view there and write a few off, kept what i earned i payed the high cost. this is your life, are you the boss? what does it mean that christ is nailed to the cross, school children shake their heads, as if, you have to wash something away? the old impress the same, the new thing is a fire breathing mane, i could tell you but you really have to see the thing for your self, drink to your health, i love to lie like a saint. Al-boo-boo, the eagle has landed, execute stage two, as in: as i agree, i agree. as i contest, i contest. as i receive, i receive, intergalactic-planetary, elementary my dear watson, i do this all day, every day, all i can say is, my life is fucking awesome.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Untitled

dirty nose and dirty face
another soot filled faucet, sortie embraced,
smokiness proffering out, indominate web trace,
brokering new meaning, a finely tuned instrument
in need of some finely tuned cleaning.  clinical case,
penny for your name, basket, hook, line and plank,
freedom is awareness, pattern I embrace is fun
damentaly same-like Joyce said, a chaos wind
appearing every second, and not so long ago,
and a long time too, he told me tonight, concise,
to be true.  I held my lens out, let it simmer to a purr,
a slow burn, men of bark back then, men of yew,
bow and arrow upward, she shines like the moon,
cabin of the sun, garden of my world, as guarded
as your place, Ovid will croon the raven's fate,
not a crones taint, but a devilish fleece,
pointing the finger, it's me.   season of all I relate, I'll be me,
as you'll be you, I am equal parts refraction as 'lens' place,'
as who I should and would be, and any mans hand has any mans place,
I hold equal parts man and spirit, equal parts her in me, often rolling
bellow the deck in the crates, an apple bellowing boldly, Kaliste is one half,
the other half is discipline, mind and spirit, one is vessel one is vest, I'm
invested to say the least sense, to say it all takes that much grace, I'm off that,
I speak nonsensical: mitigate misshapen chevrons of geese from Afghanistan or
Pakistan, yo, can you dig?  I mean, you don't see me saying fuck the police, but I can...
but really, man, repetitive vicious vestments of repetition and distance, dilapidation through bullshit, Kathmandu for your brain, about a-hundred-million times, okay, fully inundated on the mysteries of coffee, I drink it, I mean, it better be fair trade, no to the corporate slave, I'm no saint.  (erased) [check] fairball [check] foultrade, marginal fame, press play, recorded interference, play the long face, too avant-garde is too much for one day, next, in a daze, sittin' on the front porch, pluckin' on the strings, Tuolumne plains. half-moon bay, peer-review, another time, another place.  I turned twenty-eight, turning a lock each can relate, confirms that life is a non-traditional transitional mechanism for change, fuck a chase, I run laps around steeples cause I'm evil, I grew up so they could have someone to perpetuate their fear to, unreasonable glue, interesting aspect, challenging trump.  he is holy-satyr inner-earful, a pirates mind, who gives a fuck?  bifocal and vocal design, supremely signified, willful seppuku in design, chapters of crash-courses until the week's end.
Daughters and sons of Lilith, daughters and sons of our fate, our deep-end whispers, pallor full of tricks, pallor full of wisdom, too, the world in twos, our sun and our moon, opposites embrace, indecent isn't even the least of it, I am the list of, 'what not to do,' why frown?  I don't even speak, I can't make a sound, most recent the sweet taste of death was a bargain to beat, smile, you're in the belly of the beast.  two eyes squinting, apparently you've been weak, poor aquarium, american, I mean, I don't even drink, I was gonna say impossible germany, but that's unlikely, I'll quote Jasper instead, 'suicide watch, nigga, kill yourself,' It's still too patriotic, patriarchal, self-imposing wounded mess.  haley's new self-hating count down of, 'watch it,' degrading slope of victory, no agenda to name, mr. mystery meet miss misery, sitting on the fence.

Not My Face!

reams and reams
of careful para
graphs and I don
't wanna know.
count me out,
I'm livid and un
invested as a who
le, who's gonna sp
eak gibberish to the
sheep in my stead, a
shark with lamb's breath culling
Narcissus in the form
for merely occidental wisdom
et al, what Aurora
Said, I.E., what I
don't O U, which is
and explanation or sometimes Y.
readers of the same sort of venue
or dictatership,
all I see are dicks
duck, duck, goose it is,
dirty kid, I get the boot, shit,
high noon kinda suit, shoot,
hesitation runs loose,
everyone's lookin' at their shoes,
got about both of my books on loan, so
it's all off the dome, every line I said,
talk, the liner notes are my poems, boy
that's heady, dready and ready for the day, boy
you reap what you may, I only, only I know,
I pick up my ax, it's a shrimp,
brother, I don't bother with shit,
I just be trumpeting Jupiter, jalopy
June-bug, freedom from doctored items
all-joy, happy happy ji-face, fairy,
I am a knight, I say ni! jisom on the face,
huzzah! for something we can relate,
come hither, nah, may you be buried
in a blizzard of down, fast, run down
the fetter, oh my, can a poem be broken?
fool, can a man get a moment, please,
I'm feelin' myself, repeat, I'm in
the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself.
dietrologia is the science of what is
behind an auspicious event. seren-
fucking-dipitous, u wot m8, I cheer on,
czech X in the place, the cowboy is rude
dude, punk as fuck in space, I'm blind and
deaf and dumb and who knows what else,
now, who wants to play truth or fake?

Himavant

Today...again, the year of our Lord,
Let it all unfold.  Sound out--

Woof.

Watch out, you see that distant cloud, peaking?
Time for him-ta-vault if you know-what-I'm-meaning,

Dawg, no need to flaunt,
You either got it or you get tossed,

Now go out and get it it's all got.
It's all over, I said,

It's all been done,
I'm gone.  Move along, move along

No wind here, I am a true redeemer,
Force for reckoning with,

Mon frere,
Stop barking up the tree of fear

You, my reader, my likeness--
Hipocrete lectuer.

Monday, May 4, 2015

I'm a Plath

Sun-skirting no stitches, I'm hurting,
Parting the purse of the city, no-pity,
For god-sake the neighbors are fucking crazy.

The rabbit's adamant chase and flame,
Refine the hurdle,
Find finances and make a line home, idk,
Try to stay out of hell.

I'm a plant,
I walk along as walls warm her,
Well, indifference will warm her,
No meadow, no-spring, then the silence, that's all.

Only two things: all of what you say
And what you really mean.
Cupboard of all I embrace,
As copious came, copious leaves,
Red leaves then December,
I remember everything, the wall,
All in all, it's so gritty, you might faint, fade,
Bare your teeth, fangs.
It's so hard to go into the city
Cause you want to say hello to everybody.
I very gently waived the finite lens,
Less I call myself a liar,
They're all divine, no-less,
I see fire even as I digress...
Every town has the bus,
And who's talking about a fence,
So fine me, I'm finally minding things.
I'm just starting to unwind.
I'm just trying to get by,
I can feel the memory,
Season of my days, and fawn.
I'm stubborn, stubble chin,
Maybe in a month or two
The whole town will be bunkering in.
Again with a 'fine,' do you fashion me late
Or right on time?
I'm applying pressure
And honestly, really,
I feel I could die.

Forever the grey-truth to be our guide.
The better half and I write poems now
While poppies lie wound in the mind,
Sleeping, trying town, I do not try.
I'm not finding any existence, an hour later,
How can I tell you about how spider webs tickle my crown?
I tore into some lobster mushrooms,
Woad fellow, overnight bloom, fuck you,
Crsyanthum purple and relevant grey-blue.
Heron, one leg tucked underneath a wing,
Slain, forever off-white or pithy-grey,
The truth, the whole truth, or anything else.
Lobster mushrooms are parasitic:
A change from before has begun to take place.
Instead I wish I may, I wish I might,
But I don't mind human sight,
I test the line as in,
As usual,
X ppl, y.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

'Funland'

I sit with eyes like candlesticks--patient,
Just waiting for you to start some shit.

The baseball player hits the pitch
.24 seconds faster out his head to his hand than the layman.

I said, 'Just try me.'  'Fuck you.'  'Fuck you too.'  Friend.
I'm often late for disappointment, I never believed.

I didn't even concede or ever give-in, she could cry
At any time too, and say how I wasn't seer.  I love her,

She's rare.  Sly and sharp as a Republican
But that is seriously only her Dad,

She's still so young she hasn't formulated an opinion
Except for her face and her friends, and to fuck and then fake,

Say everything's great, claim Zen.
Fisherman.