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
Read red wine dope & cheese
Avant garde door prizes
Poem poets awkward underwear
Making things rub each other
Drugged poetry students echo pretty ohs
Fingers and feet at different speeds
Bounce core carrot curly toes triangle
Kissed like the mouth's lips
Like a kitten cleaned
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
Twisted peppermint tweet grass
uber facts an attention revival
uber facts semper ubi sub ubi
orizabus subaziro Fab Four ubi sub ubi umbra
as a matter of fact, y'all
hot spells made onomatopoeias, orgasms
spread leg shapes, shadows, hot buttered lip
cinema psychic rhythms rigged naked ribs
with dips and chips, marijuana cookies, rum and soda cake,
to celebrate cigarettes and sonnets
threw all the poetry magazines into the fireplace
(Lit / Baked / WB Yeast)
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
cork rock
lozenge or cork rock, tonsils or cork rock
hermetically sealed in the basalt basement
jarred, jugged, seeded
black gold texas teased (IT)
hooked on phonics remembering how to read
& move the sexy body in time (and out)
mutations unhinged doors, voice box minds
unlocked miracles at all the weddbbings
when all the gods were busy with traffic
& just the right amount of static
(pioneer women get the picture
fuller across a long lush river fit to feed a wasteland
the poets have been unleashed
& they're very very dirty & clever indeed)
I am looking for everyone discovering her hands and camera trying to overstand the in between
that said they inhabit you - fossils - because you exist and blood floods the banks called boa
(and might like to swallow your entire body of land and soda)
You must feel, after all, this affordable new scene - best modern turn-on better than cash -
it's not what you might think, kitten - it's not the usual stuff and listen: it happens and you should too...everywhere the works promise fuel for the flame in the heart car nation
salvation, spiral tape loops every here where her radiates somehow once ignored, branching mingled tongue and groove to sawtooth, and groove to sawtooth to perfect circle
always looking for clues in tock shows, in the last lines of handwritten notes.
Here her pretty toenails feel more free and all the trees are dancing (!)
So don't stop sampling music cause words show off music with ease,
Embrace the american turntable on the jazz rise happy teeth
Rusty boat might as well be a barrel
in an ocean the size of chicken soup
A bowl of
the size of
the sea with
just one giant spoon and a billion forks
