Archive for July, 2013

Morse Code Monday

July 29, 2013

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stow-away-bottles in glass’d wine, messages seal’d seem

like an easy out,

a VIABLE

OPTION…

“Come save us!”

 

at least you’re not asking for help…

 

an excellent sort of FUCK OFF,

MOTHERFUCKERS!

to this whole

scene.

your chances are better, then, more

than

ever now… your odds

are worth the while to calculate

 

Shoot flares!

Go west doggy!

You’ve got it made!

We’ll find you!

Dreams

die when nasty little

girls wake up

and play dress with their

dolls…

breastfeeding babies to

death.

 

Seal the corks & forget

about all your sins

as your best friends

wank it

into infinity.

 

You’ll be following! Parading!

S.O.S.

HDW

TODAY THE UNIVERSE SHIPPED ME A BROWN PAPER PACKAGE OF WATER

July 25, 2013

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Hollow words, when they show up

under your pen

in your breath

around your head

you go looking for awls, a trephine

TO BREAK OPEN

your head. Your skull… past thickness, depths, mire

TV commercials & evening newsreels.

Where the fuck did they come from?

You want to GOUGE OUT these empty puffs, set them

ablaze &

return them to their rightful owners,

digitalismos tatoo’ing cell phones

on their palms

& little girls who haven’t

begun

to

menstruate.

Firefly backdrops…

Once you listen, once

you hear… no canvas stays blank.

 

The fuckers roam buffalo everywhere!

 

First moves made to hate, until we shuffle

to understanding… it’s not your fault,

baby… they did it.

Art was here.

But not

anymore.

Not anyless.

Not unless we let them take it, and

replace it

with

their

word(s).

HDW

Take a bite…

July 17, 2013

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LOTUSOMAMOSUTOL

HDW

by the wayside lights, we came to night

on a seamy side of things.

but with its help, weak cries past hell

breaking our one last link

to wallets & watches, 5 course affairs

apparition appearances

that we all wear, that we all want

but no mirrors stand to stare…

SHE javelins us out past divisions of mind

to dance, to dwell

resacralized gardens wait quiet, a seed

to fall… it fell

naked, birth with no sound.

While we ate dreams

of peace

circle’d round, round & round…