1977 southampton rose
the club ponied on both sides of the league
it also contributed a lot to charity
and built railway after railway
for the same tender trains
tunneling through The Grand Cornier
2.
Animalia insecta mantidae:
Rhombodera butleri at pray leaf
Genre impromptu
building bridges to worship the moon
over Buck Grove ((iowa, population 49)
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.
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)
Poem glyphs at the locomotive loophole
fuck you bull
free energy
eight seconds in four lines
short straw
on Van Helsing Drive
summoning crooners
You should know
knowing you should know and already do
dawning, undarking on wise minds
disco foil, drugs, the cornerstone story.
Action! Cut.
The rock lava tunnels are superconductive,
the streets alchemical recipes,
encoded philo stone in the think tank drunk
on tectonic phonics and contact languages
overstood by earthworms in symbolist daydreams,
entranced in fancy hues if you wait long enough
your nose will sniff out the ruse,
the masks drop everything and think.
Hear that heavy metal song racing,
hear that earbell lobe overwriting Control,
Newspeak, DoubleThink, forked tongues drugging
drinks, brainwashed by blacklight beasts...
You have ten bags of poetry, broadsides, potions
So put the language where it appears out of sequence
And stop coming up w/ new meanings & substituting facts for feelings
To cover your ass.
Why not instead show some skin & & don't pretend
Why not at least bare the dirt sexy soles of yr feet (everybody win).
Are you in a film or in reality? Are you dreaming or just a dish in someone else's feast?
curtains slide double back
dimensional inter-light
opens electric luminous legs blessed between her
money
harmony honey
science courses physical fluid
silk such blouses
open seals and lift corresponding windows
dared open
dared noise, nature
energy being between temples with delicious.
Johan Deckmann
http://Deckmann.com
In a letter to the botanist:
art can reflect a genuine and considerable biological adaptation shaped by our
"ancestors"
have been clouding the same unconscious audience —
buttered by empty promises, simple desires delusions —
again and again to maintain the narrative
origins of species, origin as in
genetic genesis
fossils of the kind
deeply seated in human nature,
attention rooted in the sense of aesthetic harmony —
attention through these feelings longing —
neurons and deepest nature attempt to make sense of the knee
jerk itself, spin doctors hammer it to get a rise.
The feelings are not only emotional beings but advertising
butter, a rigorous evolutionary experience of the emotion as mere use of signs,
So...Predictable reaction, re-enactment, limits in space for shelves to fit all sizes.
Smashed ladies with the spicy breath slide into cozy booths red like the walls and ceiling like their lips charmers of snakes and feelins and fisher kings hypnotized by sexy steak hot legs turned on by eyelash keys nevertheless in a hot pink dress interconnected cosmic stargazers, middle fingers to the whole fuckin room eyebrow raisers throughout illumined where the hexy hips danced out shadowy shifting shapes by the bonfire where quivering nostrils flared for gold mine mountain air in a luau counting clouds taking them slowly into your mouth working it without a censor...
Quivering eyebrow mountain
shadowy shapes from the fire, sexy steak
nostrils flare working spicy air cruise
Eyelash legs cosmic cloudy mouths
Without a censor
hexy hips slide slowly into yr mouth
hot legs illumine gold mine room
charmers of snakes and feelings
working it until it blisters
Blunt tweeting shroom under the bubblegum bridge,
light gears chasing charms, flavors flesh-sexy in silence as much as talking,
human verb here rubbing the racing interface, illumination radars:
blue dream, grape kush, sour diesel, say, to the mainline human humming
In that ear globe, overwriting controls over biting taste, replacing drugs with cake
cake with drugs fakes with original models and makes;
a company takeover floods the body with blood conjuring typewriters and telephone
panties
flood fancies
many verses fire winged wiring
Trips to memory island
Hey.
My So Called Band is opening for The Fuck This at Emo's on Saturday, part of the crowdfunded Good/Evil/OD Fest of which ya heard, no doubt. Prepare for blunt tweeting, sexy humans dancing flesh, grape kush blue dreaming, slick photogenic outta sight everything serving messages, a process, a musical farce, circle drums, drama, hip hot watered down diluted jam master bait, fake street art sweethearts and romantic brand ruses. Come on, get wet. There will be bubbles. Jonesing air waves, exposure, unofficial everything. Swaying excitedly, hypnotized body paint, red hot old hat ostriches sniffing glue (who over inhale it...like swallowing your money to save it).
"There won't be a charge but there will be a fee." - Brian S. Wah
Neandertal tongue at half past midnight, trick pricked all bridled on broken stars, stool rats and the aw shucks Sahara stocking acid rain lasers manufactured abroad by Lazarus Inc which may or may not be a front, a mirage, a casino, a fully functional bunker with two lane highways and traffic lights, the whole kitchen sync.
Think about the words just for the hell of it the systems, a few forked tongues with misplaced ambitions, who said they shot blanks but we smell victims hooked on the broadcast mediums, swallowing sWords, spells baked by drones anchoring enterprises playing with erasers and a ton of young skin, emotional resonance
traded on the nose on the #NYSE for the wizard of lozenges
In: fighting over nothing
in: a game no one wins
Advanced Roman drones, the best of the bees this season
who speak ancient news in lecture halls
who speak food who eat bone and brain matter
bored with fancy empire jetset speak,
hooked on outdoor malls and roads riddled with sacrificial crosses,
boulevards and bowling lanes logo littered
subliminal superimposed media matter
Hiding behind colleges who taught no symbol
Or secret language with X-ray pen
GRENDEL's thousands of mystical stamps
each many steps ahead with its own puzzle or word game
and advice on how to bee or unbee alien verses, vampire zombie programs versus Feels
and the effect on a thousand bees.
GRENDEL the whole
world is like totally in
Love with you;
They are nothing if not rubber faint feigning
Re creation rituals renovating the words / images for reals---
MILLIONS PAY fees payable to GRENDEL SPEAKING GRENDEL
Who buy their own meals
Who option empire
overstanding overstand engineered
In Overstanoverstand
the true coveted gateway getaway of the season
A weeklong trip to the Original
Before The Knews coded It
Mythos in motion
Mix ups over the bad guise
Dust ups in the mind's eye
For each tv party a program
A lozenge flickering light potions
Cures for insomnia
Mend weed water wine & chocolate
Ice cream caramel swirl
Meteor weather music
Hooked on phonics
Sugar speed remembering
How to read
.
Crystals in the coffee brew bro
Open source code open sewers commode
Dynastic broods brooding down Hollywood Blvd
Counting all the cobwebs collaged
Underground and in the corners
Rats and stars under your feet
Or high overhead I overheard Wall Street
Cashing in while you were sleeping, inebriated,
Passed out at the bar after batting practice.
I heard you bet on both sides and mediated.
Fast cash cactus.
A look at the beat generation from 1959. Inspired by Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs, the Beats changed the tone of music, poetry and set the stage for the counterculture movement of the 60s.
Rewind- April 15, 2011- The Beat Generation
Lethologica
36th Summer Writing Program Magazine
The Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics
Editors:
Michael D. Edwards
Annie Maier
Bradley Sands
Book Design: Bradley Sands and Michael D. Edwards
Cover Design: Michael D. Edwards
2010, Naropa Press
Boulder, Colorado
Poetry: Renee Zepeda, Chris Weige
Photos: Chiai Matsumoto
The Pulchritudinous Review is an arts magazine with an emphasis on avant garde poetry and graphic art. Renee Zepeda edited and compiled it using a rare & highly desirable scarlet letterpress cover printed with sea-blue ink by Ken Mikolowski in Ann Arbor, Michigan. The cover paper is handmade from Nepal; the red thread is archival. This issue is handbound with a Japanese binding and is approximately 75 pages. Poetry comprises the majority of the content, but there are also short stories, photography, and colorful paintings.
Featured writers and artists include: Anne Waldman, Alice Notley, Ann Mikolowski, Elizabeth Robinson, Roberto Tejada, Christine Hume, Matthew Rohrer, Timothy Callaghan, Nicola Pinder, and Chris Weige, among others.
As a bonus one original handmade postcard from a collection of only 500 will accompany the magazine.
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