Tease apart, loosen, vexer.
Wind up arouse excite rip up shred.
Tantalize with bait rally ride, coquette.
Pester beleaguer razz ribbing brush,
Vamper fluff tan taunting teaser!
CNTRL by Sugar
Iambic Pentagram
Factory Paint Runs Great
Notes on Beleaguer Vexer
Notes on Big Chief Tablet
To sneeze with toothpaste in yr mouth
Is a thing not good or
Is not a good thing,
(Is not cool),
And salt is good, bad, indifferent.
- Chron Kite
In Square Park holding up all the mouths
In the long global war on caricatures,
Spooky ghost characters, reptilian cyborgs
In the cinema, on the poor poor and the bored
Leafed clovers clearly
Everything is over control,
- Big Chief Tablet
Oh, serendipity. We get to travel all over the world on NBC's nickel, staying in hotels, hot tubs, bar light lit reading Gideon's Bible.
- the frequency, Dan, is CLINT.
CBS is coded bullshit
- is good, and says hello...I'll tell her you called
(Or pretended to)
Notes on Tonic When You Wednesday Wednesday
Funky night so feed that eye
Immense immanence cue the pictures
Most obvious, most obvious
categories multi-function medias,
every greener meanwhile,
most obvious, most obvious
all over the networks are rising
and with what soul .....??.????
think sticks, democracy doo-doo
do you do you fulfill ambitions and think things thru?
confront do this do that photograph
yes hello?
tonic when you wednesday wednesday
did it ever occur?
it's official!
Notes on meta matter in one vertical modelspace, elation...dominating the core our elements found elation
THE ENTITIES WHICH ARE BEING COMPOSED (FKNG//ALREADY EXIST00)
duality, primary data meta matter in one vertical modelspace, elation...dominating the core our elements found elation, emotional molecules within meta matter major's thrilling summations, lunar lexical impacts on our super structures...impacts within the modelspace, and also fashion...meta minor magistrates modified criteria magnified by the coming and going lexical events (referring to the given active vertical set, impact formation, participating data, tongues)...these as we as then timeless going on and on and on absentia...
Twice She Gave Them Salt to Calm Their Nerves
[nice legs can always sell a house]
No clue
1.
enticing hands made her collage nice magic
cloudy creatures were licking spicy spines
twice she gave them salt to calm their nerves
she shared stories about her favorite chemicals
she taught them how to talk to birds
2.
oh nice legs can always sell a house
her cool bare calf has some nerve
but nowhere near as much as her fleshy mouth
...going on about bedsheets and foundations
get.
Out.
catch her hands walking along the lamp
licking her magic scissorlips smiling and
twice lighting fire to her tires
cool drool meat carefully cooking chemical nerves
wet smelling mouth on the magic lamp
perverse, went off with coffee
3.
see carefully the fibres in the lamp nerve
see carefully a collage of hands spanking bare maria mouth
who tastes a little salt fruit fleshy, wet and always licking
where the raw flesh has fire fever
see the fibres in the lamp nerve
see carefully magic scissor meat hands feeling up perverse clouds on bedsheets making nice with her legs and feelings
(In bizdev)
Notes on Stoned Models
James Frank’s email on mules.
Re Member Aphro Diet Apocalypse...
Know alcohol now
And Write like it's a note
The soul too could write
Would read when asked
Wondered how to be written
While you slept
On the poetry
stoned prose models re-membered the lines
Notes on Franz Crow Buckingham & His Involvement in the Reenactment
(It's Kafka smiling.
The code breaks.)
Abstract whatchamacallits
Dancing & fucking & fighting.
Beer spotted striped ciphers,
Pills, herbs, powdered shakes.
Starvation, or How to Lose Weight.
Who knows what else?
Blood samples from the whole place,
Hocus pocus Plantagenet,
Goldilocks & the first saint
Nice elbows all overbooked
Under looking the over standers.
They were living in mines.
They are living in minds,
Color TV radio & flashlights,
Double D batteries
Bee hives.
Imitation Cigarettes
Typewriter sounds and see/through panties.
You're a way out beast,
The nipple said.
A good idea or bump on the head,
An adaptive fully customizable mobile feast.
The nipple sings. It's very good.
(Tres bien)
- drugs?
While we were breaking things
While we were getting high on the pretty face
In the parking lot imitation cigarettes
Message on Machines / We're in this together
hey zeus
the mayor’s name is will wynn;
will powers the university president
i feel you
and the old men;
power beasts, go
adjoin wills and our estate
and in fits convey to all those who can hear and are majestic
convey herein a big commotion humbly endured and artfully tested;
sogo on majestic beasts
endure your own lunatic gods and creeps
enchant the impaired the world
is not weak and not so easily taken
by a head full of jewels worshipping steps so steep
the truth becomes a lie burning leaves.
furthermore and truly,
things to do
A Few Feelings Were Decades Waiting for Daylight
We built this simple yet unexplainable abstract mechanism.
We built this dandelion wire so complex it can't be told.
It is ancient superfuture audiovisual.
A play-by-play of the country, of city life, core, crust, and mantle.
Here hard world between each word vaguely situated uneasy forms come into focus, and then easier energies fill the letters who make worlds and anthems retro-real & modern. And then the once scary ones become sexy, the old junk becomes art.
Sense the space, the parts, the rooms chock full of ritual objects. Real magic writ large with firewater and eye, writ large in keeping faithful in covering the grid and columns which are certainly cracked,
where on the inside some name or another is etched & from thin air always a spiral.
Pop culture is the good book gravitas, a metaphor collage in a stand-off production bearing super-sly titles, hiding whitewashed sarcophagi and dancing skulls full of flowers, conscious
beyond words comes the poetry human
Lusting twisting chanting,
floating a bit then pounding that fist into the ferociously complex ground. Doesn't it turn you on something fierce, unruly as a god?
Readers draw in poetry like the odd song that really gives you the shivers and goosebumps, and what language usually wants language usually gets.
One poetic reality inspires another to conceive and shift the poem because we tend toward wisdom and secrets, we lust and as readers get high on the music. In imagined social poetry our moods and nature are enthusiastic because words are life.
It's the same old Soma, same-o what the elders told ya.
The pulse takes the Neolithic receptors to India where revolution is more than a number. And on the tea dawn acts like agriculture another pulse created. Out high might highly reassess consciousness, fashions, knowledge kneeling with dawn under venerated verb, vine, organic herb and umbrella.
In brain as in India: the is of agriculture, or curing of the states.
A tranquilizer split in half for society's swerving nerves.
Words on the make.
On the make: words.
Shiny begins to elaborate...
C/W
PIQUES (wet dream radio mouth)
PIQUES (wet dream radio mouth)
is a film covering every last thing in the big garden, re-programmed and ready to download?
get it.
liberation means one is thrust into a different paradigm, often seemingly contrary to the first...war is a social behaviour modification short-cut (they write about this),
makes us
new neighbors
with a punch to the gut.
apparently
predictive programming
is pretty easy.
oh they another
appear with fear in the drama,
they start winning the wars
playing both sides of course
oh they smother a million on horse & fix lotsa scores
& they own the mainstream noose who
reality made in a nice shade of fake
and fine-and-you?
fine-and-you?
amnesia haze
worked up by words
in terior space
a picture of her flickering:
sonic body babe in the sound aphrodisiac,
Bare feet tickling her organs & skinship
Stuck to blonde roots and dirty living, illusions,
television, tobacco, drug mule muse
running around on those beautiful ankles...
Last Night in Vishnu Lake
we and you and on am i
blooming it
my is let-so when me last night looked like vishnu
so gazelle sing too
i'm fingers, fast sunglasses
i look like this door in your dream drawer
enter it pervade space time
like we was the blooming blooming mind
materialized on whims and beliefs
god
your body won't stop glowing when we meet
i am forever touching you completely
when inside anywhere these arms do reach.
...
Inspired by Renee Zepeda's Light Pink Book / Toasted Body
Angels of Saint Aught
Angels of Saint Aught who taut Los Angeles
City of tits and gods with the already rich kids
Starring in reruns snorting the
Organized shit.
Always happening, Man
Who taught Los Angeles how to rock,
Who fakes street art,
Who protest picnics
And discards De Troit?
Fuck it they're into this
Slavery ring and can sing like the Dickens
And dance, some of them
Wearing many hats,
Or on occasion dresses or britches ,
Or nude when learning how to swim.
The whole worlds a stage friends
Just ask the twins.
Hugs & Kisses,
Foxy Mulder
CEO, Exes & Oz
Lazy Local World Spoken Word Music
In short hip hop electronica,
Free jazz cock rock,
Be-bop blues & doo-wop.
Classical postmodern soft-grunge glam-rock,
Urban country contemporary classics,
Ambient retro prog.
Soft metal easy rock reggae remix,
Tejano soul rap, bluegrass dance pop opera,
Industrial dancehall gospel & the golden blues.
Local world spoken word
Music.
Super Busy Bodies
we score information art
we like music flowing
margot kidder was lois
in the movies
missteri hatcher on tv
alongside dean something or other
and christopher george reeves
C/W
Breton Remixed (moon ran door 1984)
<<
The bread and wine in the evening
the adventure of space out or in
below above the loud poetry stations,
poetry Phillipine the flesh,
the poetry Sunday shouted
the Sunday tail snake
and dew in the papers in the desk
a candy sponge the thread of things
pools of memory with curls and crevices, sea shapes and sunbeam riverbanks
the open the in
times
<<
cheekbone birdbaths on the checkerboard knees
bugle ear with the volcanic blood sparkling
<<
pillows pretty eyebrows
go now through the midnight windows
float with the pretty bushes
woodwork through the silences
one message performs the star theater
young windows with sleep lean in
where water gets the stone