YOU’RE GONNA WIN IT
Just Say No
YOU’RE GONNA WIN IT
Just Say No
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)
You eat you're eating ARG
augmented reality
artificial reality games
do you regard do you know have you seen scenes
created?
From scratch?
Keep going
Henry Miller
Air - G.v.E.
Everything points to her
she has the same kind of exceptional perception
she recognizes him despite his mask
she tells him he shouldn't be there
she has no way to recognize him
EWS
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...
Brion Gysin
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
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.