27 Aug 2015, 10:04am

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Brain liquid metaphysics

Breadcrumb society
Trailer station
Waking up and rolling over and
Writing songs like
What did you dream of before this
The train is all over me
Lake woebegone
Travelling to minutes before
where there used to be donut shops
Police car outtakes
Don’t close your eyes we’re on a stakeout
Outside your house
The transformer robots gleefully sleep
and Cyborgs wait on us
We are them
Their dream
Here is the software for your root code
Starbucks analogy freeze frame dunkin donuts
McDonald’s nescafe
conditions are just fine at amazon
Thank god
What was toni Braxton singing
Before I knew how to know
I am Totally lukewarm now
My mind changes everything
Like Cold pizza
tetris can suppress your appetite
Or lady viagara
do you know what I’m saying
Angels can’t drive
If they could
There’d have to be a new sort of madonna
outside the Louvre

22 Jul 2015, 10:18am


David Bowie – Lou Reed – tiny country

Hair face
Pretty blossom
You look like a dove
You look like a dolphin

You remind me of me and andie with the gay porn
Me and alex
Me and the little eiffel
I remember

How come you’ve got no cave
How come
All alone alone
All by the body
The bamboo reeds shoot up in the lawns
The drug dealers go down and say
Grandmother grandmother what big eyes you have
The fairytale is ugly
Leave us alone

Mother mother may I
Wear your dress
Throw rocks in the weeds
I caught my finger on a hook
I’m bleeding

Now we are going home for the hernia operation
I can’t even walk now
I have the gauze mouth anaesthetic
Wisdom tooth munchies

Boys names for girls
Boys and girls
Echo cardiogram
They say it is a heart murmur
They say
They say we will all die

I wanna swim
like dolphins can swim

13 Dec 2005, 4:20am

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From the Archive:
The Fortune-Teller

In her glass they’re leaving if she doesn’t confess.
Or, they’ll stay, but she doesn’t confess.
Her glass presents:
     personal effects
     them leaving/her staying
     other effects
In her glass nothing feels true.
[The past is inescapable, the present complicated.
A heart has up to four chambers.]

Does she tell? Who does she tell?

She barely lives inside the small house
with square windows.
Then she moves into the windows, and she lives,
     briefly. [It's in her horoscope.]
     But the sparrows die.

Does she tell? Who does she tell?

Other men are coming.
Her glass persists:
     she doesn’t think they’ll be safe tomorrow.

The Pacific might save them, if they could reach it.

16 Jun 2015, 12:11pm

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Does the pope wear a hat

Purple luncheon holstein holler
Bicycle shirt holster
It’s a thin material a wicking material
It’s a shirt for a bicycle
I find it cosmically unafraid and filter out the bad

First things are called exactly what they are
Mower bag
Vacuum attachment
Laundry chute

Then you are running around a lot
Probably trying your high protein low carb
Fat burner diet
Spinning in spinning class
Exercising on a wheel
Naturally you are looking good there too
Those squats are really good for your glutes
But look at all those sweaty gym clothes

And now you can’t stand it anymore
when it’s all over who will know you
Things go on and sometimes you have to be sure

I would like to see you when
You are
running low on your
Under things
When it’s just you and your horizon
Lucky there later here

Ronald Colman
Little man unafraid and naked
In a white t shirt

Punching the stars

2 Jun 2015, 2:00pm

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June 2001

I was living in a castle without any ideas
What a job
No man could be kinglier
I downloaded Kid A on limewire on my super fast dsl
It took a week
Then I listened to Kid A for ten weeks in my car
Immersed and terrified
Kid A summer
I was following moths
Azaleas, hydrangea bushes
Photographing crepe myrtles and
pointillist photoshop images of my daughter
What did I know about anything

You have experiences, yours may be similar
Did you vote in an election
Run from the cops
I only wanted to get out of my shitty
Two bedroom apartment and get on with my real life

When the lights went out though
We got drunk a lot
We sat, ministering
Thinking aloud about what to do next
About where to go and when
Then Nowhere then
A pile of books and dogs and liner notes
What a mess

That’s when I remembered the one thing that I wanted to be

I followed your trail of clothes to the bedroom

21 May 2015, 10:31am

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Lyrics to a song

Wordsfortune cherokee garage
Think I don’t think
Hope I don’t hope
Remember me a mirror for my brain
To take more ugly selfies
Shroud for my cock
I see people I see flies
What do I spy with my little eye
colors clothes landscapes matches
Parolees problems aliens and sitcoms
Obama is my president
Brandishing my thought like, what

Storms of generosity when you consider
A.R. Ammons and science
What to make of
A guy on tumblr making art from birdswings
Think I think
When I will see
More of this and more of that
generally all good
High quality
People in their saddest thoughts are full of high quality
Pot to piss in
The saddest man puts a flower on his head
I am jealous of sad people
I want to steal one
and be its golem

14 May 2015, 10:30am

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Egon Schiele is in my basement

Time for interesting morals and habits
Al shabaab
Upanishad window
Translating variables into arcane symbols for machines
It’s how I operate, awesome
Been dealing with a lot of stress you know
which I won’t talk about here
Because that’s unseemly
Although it doesn’t make a robot any less human

Bungalow nightdress mad
Watch snow white drive in a trance
Devo whip it
Pots on heads or
Who is the last ramone
My heroes are worshipping themselves all over again

I thought to grab your crotch but also

I want to spend sunday watching baseball
And have some fish tacos
Take my sons skating
Time for home time, time
What’s the most interesting thing
imaginative word you know
Scooter clothesline
word what’s a
Word for clandestine

28 Apr 2015, 12:52pm

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Sunny D is not a vitamin

Looking different
Vegetables and cartons
Bene gesserit
That old litany of someone you know versus
Someone you just want to have a baby with
Child rearing and egos
Love you like
People slipping in and out of your home like
Shadows in the mud room
What was the name of that dog
What was it
Was it blood and grass, mold, what was it
Also what is
Best for this detergent
I think this time
You might bleach your eyeballs with lime
if you don’t like what you see
Many people see me
Many, my aunt at seventy-five
She looked so lovely
Hugging her granddaughter at the birthday lunch
It was there
All up in the air between them
Fiercely hugging
You could tell it was something genuine

22 Apr 2015, 6:52pm

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Thinking of Jeremy Clarkson, and what will happen next

Bullshit weather atrocity
Jumping beans in the heavens
With a great smoke coming down
Watch the
Chimney bugs beetles and worms
Rout of flowers and green fields
Working up into the mulch beds
I fight it with work
I must I have to quarrel with it
It’s how we humans deal with our impending sense of doom
Chaos and disorder
If they’re out of the title you want at the store you pitch a fit
Punch a producer in the face
All to get paid with another paycheck
Rainy day fund stop gap noxious gas
for your further wedding retirement old age
Because you know you really can’t rely on your children
They’ve been overloved
And why should they/you
Their life is theirs
They ought to live it far far away
And drive fast exotic sports cars
See you when I see you. Love, the Stig.
That’s all we want for them
All the best
If you want to buy sex toys on Amazon now you can

8 Apr 2015, 11:33am

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Are you in my event horizon

Dark and lucky
Flowing water reverse chair
Are you getting dressed
Or am I just imagining things like
You moving underneath me

Semi undressed half clothed
Partially nude
Your hips down no under wear

Last night I went bowling
I told you that

What will you do today
My story
Begins with painting
I am three walls in
My son’s room he’s helping
It’s going quicker than I thought
The color is sortof a drab grey
But it’s alright when the light hits it
“French silver” according to the paint can
He picked it out, it’s what he wanted
So for now I’m just cheap labor
Having a lunch

We’ll hit it back again this after noon
Spring time in Georgia

The fourth wall will be
Candy apple red

14 Mar 2015, 11:31am

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Time and pheromones

People walking 20 miles, 30 miles
Waking up and taking valium
Getting ready to go downstairs
And walk some more miles
Putting on some clothes
Like faces
Jogging suit deodorant
Under wear the same as the day before
People walking and working
Holding on to railways
and escalators and old shirts

I have to say
That I do it well
I walk up this old drive to dinner at my house
Do I feel trapped
That’s a question you might ask me
In your little car you can drive
To meet me in my big car

There are hills and mountains
And Weather
And Obligations
I think I might need to change my oil before I go

Keep some things in your car for the way
Water and crackers
emergency flare space blanket
Whistle and compass
Pump and backup battery for your phone
Empty jug to pee in
wastebasket to pee in
bathtub to pee in
I’ll go walking and working
through oceans of your pee