The remarkable sound of a fine word
Tingling the body like a drink or drug
Marvelous potions ring ringed ears
Dazzling the seers in the treasury sync.
Weak kneed numb feet and funny elbows
The remarkable sound of a fine word
Tingling the body like a drink or drug
Marvelous potions ring ringed ears
Dazzling the seers in the treasury sync.
Weak kneed numb feet and funny elbows
Air hungry on Venus Mount
all woke up handsomer and pretty
rich on cash mattresses
omnipotent hash managers man
who used to be math genies in Electra or Paris
Red hot early adoption man
red hot harp tuned muses strewn about the room
omnipotent ledgers by any measure
myth making legends in a race in a ruse
on timely airwaves off camera off color cues in silence as much as
talking words is hooked on stars purring odyssey
words are hooked in candid pictures potions possibly
in the flesh in saloons cephalopods surrealistic light bods in the park nude
grooving to the barks in the dog park godly crooning in fancy hues
dawning undarking afterglow bruise.
Blissful pry open the dreaming back for wonder talk on edge of pillow, find a way back quick-like by the sounds of what we he she already have had want
and not so long ago brokedown science (rebuilt)
and not so long ago brokedown spirits (rebuilt)
and not so long ago you just forgot the titles
the subconscious curves who can hear it, and to the dons and divas it’s everything wandering through late-night tombs spelling new names, building boats reading runes making rivals
making thunder with garbage can brooms, 88 key recitals
Tree groves true by the tree pile by the road side by the way - who do you think yr talkin to?
C/W
Hey you dragon in the nude. The poet is living gnosis and sports a sorceress on each arm sniffing at your mouth and funny potions tasting the ancient mind smiling holy and ecstasy-eyed The poet the contortionist knows this so why waste your time Spilling rotten milk over storms for stickers, spelling prime time television rejects, that thick haze and weedy word resistant to sonic distortion, bouncy textures electrifying the moving picture show The front page pundits reporters street sources mumbling about salt cuts fists and blood blisters around the wordpurr, shaken awake Under fertile mushroom's tri lateral planes in the depths of space donut-shaped, an energy reserve and dugout causeway a space-book, busy world - and the spirit of man with a coat of paint.
Cruising after dark making moonlight in the money
Moon money night light cause the city gotta budget, gotta save gotta buy, pull a tug on tender toothaches
What of it
It's sexy it's funny it's all good
It makes a lotta money
We eat when we are hungry
We sleep when we get tired
It's sexy as hell it's funny
Gnawing through a wire
Without a mouthpiece
Gnawing through a fence
without a cent
in the land of opportunity
What of it
Lightning rod moonbeams
In the room with us spinning waitresses wander over
abandoning their appetite stations
buck eyes synthesize experimental writing on drugs
Viral vocal chords that voice liquor
Dollar drinks on the floor
Building beats bumping up on red hot
Bare feet looking for super free
Bacall smoke machines
...
(Dreams underwear fast fashions trends sexy scents sharing personal data with clicks like drugs buttery hardware happy delicious earth)
Capitol south polished asphalt power
hotels and crack rock pets, peanut plant front
or a cut-out if you prefer
built up just across the border in the country that is pimp
for the banana whore next door, warred on, earthquaked, trafficked and bent
W and FLUORESCENT
West and Fluorescent watercolor smokescreen, cheesecloth strings, hoses, zip tie pepper spray or mace right in the face in the kisser more thorns than roses petals
to the metal diversify the class war poses, call it welfare when you do not never did care, jellyfish bully bear wearing fluffy flip flops to the sabotage picnic, or movement tripping over mantra
Ferguson and fluorescent neon names bait racers, titles of places and states
of mind under cover of media, academic rat line race, cluster b hive mind enclaves enslaved til 2000 rappers are slain chasing a sphinx face
Just forget about the sound else we will talk about Niagara
"I mean I hope your TV spots the weak links...she handles all the transactions and scheduling all the parties and she launders the money through really bad artwork so she can sell a POS for a million dollars and...
Yeah he just said the two week links in this whole thing...he said marina Bromwich... I'm telling you that scam is a good scam that's a good scam the art scam is a good scam a great way to launder money…great for diplomatic traffick on brooms. It's cheap to make and after that it's just money."
For all to see
via WFMU
Poem glyphs at the locomotive loophole
fuck you bull
free energy
eight seconds in four lines
short straw
on Van Helsing Drive
summoning crooners
Big Makeover Intact
feel the code names and numbers worldwide
because designers went all out
designers gave this latest an identical body
it's quite artful, I've now decided.
Oramira
Sowing seeds
miracles one hundred
They may be small
but they eventually bring
Real miracle word
the message
I have planted right where you are
lasting tree...
Pounds Enthusia
I'd like to come up with
words about us
architecture that awes
glorious pictures born of fire
come out and watch me burn
where there is passion
there is great living
something important inspires bewildered everything.
Travis Peak
Most preach about it
the in-in they talk about it
and age, or think so or talk so,
wording it manna in the wilderness
so soon some everyone would all say these things
they became them
they were tempted
of the road who woke up and announced:
from now on I will
be like the poet who wrote the rekindle
because you too proclaim life
(doesn't say it will be easy)
With Big Heart
took the twisted reed to the arena
it was no contest
he knew why he knew when
every part of his body he declared human
twisted reed could see her
and a new voice came, a smile, a new check-out girl
and love, later that day to find out her name
she came into him when he asked if he was better or more
he arrived at her door born walking because walking
was the sign shaking in the sun in early morning,
because walking with daylight would they rise
their feet quaking beneath.
Samantha bewitched resources of the future, fleshy ones worth a hell of a lot more than cocaine
and how many hanged, hollywood?
link in park: strawberry fields,
Shakespeare in the
Caesar salad sound garden,
an aria grande puffing nanodust
from mena to sugarland
with
Stephen kingpin
and governor butter
in a Chevy girl-band van
emblazoned:
dr. Syntax
a little dab of dawning
from the Pensacola soda pop star
(it was under the radar)