Oct 9, 2010
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 7, 2010
Others were suppose to meet us at the Gathering Sidewalks
during slow time we
strip billboards
looking for clues
the Welcome Ladies try selling trips
not one human can afford.
once M decided we should explore the L during daylight.
there was a mean bimmer he wanted to steal. I thought he must be talking about a tank but
then he explained
that it was a small vehicle that could fly, could blend into
clouds and hoover.
like a black helicopter? sort of, but more of a flat spin.
what will you give for it? ..a couple of the books.
Books?! - not THE Books!
maybe just the newer ones, they have no power.
even when the reader is pulled in by the sound bites?
don’t worry about it.
but I was..
I closed my eyes
to drown between his lines
greylight, hitting buildings like blood
a blue sky paraphrased by slush, bits of scale
circulating thru patches of black
sinking deeper, the water a throat
of eyelashes, of ink, torn flesh
moonbitter scars that pop and bulge
the taste of salt soundless
words under words trying to touch
pieces of heaven dotted
with sky, soft as toes in the sand
M and I try to sleep
on the, smothering
comicbook type bunk. we wait for rain,
listen to Vangelis.
recite parts from
The Lady of Shalott & so
the days keep running together.
I develop an eye infection -
M says it’s from the neon dust. .
something about how the colors are poison.
Even when i wear layers of clothing
you make the back of my neck tingle..
are your hands warm?
I smile because everything turns into something else..
there is a naked girl in the box above us-
another in the box below.
*
Later
our bodies are hot on a desk in front of a polished mirror > pure to see - white lace > and starched sheets, chiffon and minutes onwards, convolution-spending >
the it vibrating when we of now, despite our partial partly > I expand him in my pupils.
he’s on it and curious, anytime, to float with the shift > his body to me,
it’s real and everything, flesh moving forwards > on a repeated light spin <
the merry go-rounds > walls. I with a cig, go rounds between sheer curtains with him everywhere, he is my bedroom, > in its Merry- > Wonderfall. > even away, naked, in books >
He’s the same>,wombed, sometimes crazy & stray > I save the naked, go-rounds, reflect,consciously. i don’t know what it means. the repeated can box, wear vibrating tints rosy.
> Wonderfall. repeat me, even if jerk i ly, always, day.. even in his days of curtained silence, I keep these pages hidden on the roof with the cool rain and leaves.
strip billboards
looking for clues
the Welcome Ladies try selling trips
not one human can afford.
once M decided we should explore the L during daylight.
there was a mean bimmer he wanted to steal. I thought he must be talking about a tank but
then he explained
that it was a small vehicle that could fly, could blend into
clouds and hoover.
like a black helicopter? sort of, but more of a flat spin.
what will you give for it? ..a couple of the books.
Books?! - not THE Books!
maybe just the newer ones, they have no power.
even when the reader is pulled in by the sound bites?
don’t worry about it.
but I was..
I closed my eyes
to drown between his lines
greylight, hitting buildings like blood
a blue sky paraphrased by slush, bits of scale
circulating thru patches of black
sinking deeper, the water a throat
of eyelashes, of ink, torn flesh
moonbitter scars that pop and bulge
the taste of salt soundless
words under words trying to touch
pieces of heaven dotted
with sky, soft as toes in the sand
M and I try to sleep
on the, smothering
comicbook type bunk. we wait for rain,
listen to Vangelis.
recite parts from
The Lady of Shalott & so
the days keep running together.
I develop an eye infection -
M says it’s from the neon dust. .
something about how the colors are poison.
Even when i wear layers of clothing
you make the back of my neck tingle..
are your hands warm?
I smile because everything turns into something else..
there is a naked girl in the box above us-
another in the box below.
*
Later
our bodies are hot on a desk in front of a polished mirror > pure to see - white lace > and starched sheets, chiffon and minutes onwards, convolution-spending >
the it vibrating when we of now, despite our partial partly > I expand him in my pupils.
he’s on it and curious, anytime, to float with the shift > his body to me,
it’s real and everything, flesh moving forwards > on a repeated light spin <
the merry go-rounds > walls. I with a cig, go rounds between sheer curtains with him everywhere, he is my bedroom, > in its Merry- > Wonderfall. > even away, naked, in books >
He’s the same>,wombed, sometimes crazy & stray > I save the naked, go-rounds, reflect,consciously. i don’t know what it means. the repeated can box, wear vibrating tints rosy.
> Wonderfall. repeat me, even if jerk i ly, always, day.. even in his days of curtained silence, I keep these pages hidden on the roof with the cool rain and leaves.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 6, 2010
31 Flavours, Day Seven, Harrisham Rhyme
mushroom cap -
moist dew mouth, hand
to your lovely blonde stretch
over my lap,
reaching and
ghosting a sketch.
moist dew mouth, hand
to your lovely blonde stretch
over my lap,
reaching and
ghosting a sketch.
Aug 5, 2010
fluctuation of the pupil
on repeat.
through the cubed window Nina sees a squad car slowly circling the parking lot, the robo driver entering numbers into its box.
too many abandoned vehicles.
yeah.
you gave your laptop a name..
lol. yeah.. 'Dellarina'.
what did the song remind you of?
rain..
through the cubed window Nina sees a squad car slowly circling the parking lot, the robo driver entering numbers into its box.
too many abandoned vehicles.
yeah.
you gave your laptop a name..
lol. yeah.. 'Dellarina'.
what did the song remind you of?
rain..
Aug 3, 2010
Jul 24, 2010
a Found Poem (solid block of fuel)
Calling Close on a Stream
flushes any buffered data,
essentially calling Flush
for you.
~*
When deriving from Stream,
if you have an internal byte buffer,
it is strongly recommended
that you override these methods
to access your internal buffer
for substantially better performance.
~*
The thunderstorm rages -
Nina lights another candle
then blows it out.
.
flushes any buffered data,
essentially calling Flush
for you.
~*
When deriving from Stream,
if you have an internal byte buffer,
it is strongly recommended
that you override these methods
to access your internal buffer
for substantially better performance.
~*
The thunderstorm rages -
Nina lights another candle
then blows it out.
.
May 19, 2010
Through the Cubed Window
Nina watches WarmThing sleep.
Curves outlined by silence, lips slightly open.
Hair: a glossy fan of smoothly smooth yet also
coiled, dishevelled & somehow a token. & those
breasts -
pills in the dark.
Nina zooms into the eyes. Into
WarmThing's, dream:
she is with Napkin
they are stacking lawn chairs together
< Is she smiling? >
hey, Yellow Mellow!
yeah, she is laughing.
< Is she wearing a black diamond? >
heh.. yes.
< I'm in too, it's nice, a fuzzy mood and I think that Napkin has probably loved her before. >
you mean, like in another time, YM?
< Maybe .. maybe during the Time of the Moon. >
oh.
Curves outlined by silence, lips slightly open.
Hair: a glossy fan of smoothly smooth yet also
coiled, dishevelled & somehow a token. & those
breasts -
pills in the dark.
Nina zooms into the eyes. Into
WarmThing's, dream:
she is with Napkin
they are stacking lawn chairs together
< Is she smiling? >
hey, Yellow Mellow!
yeah, she is laughing.
< Is she wearing a black diamond? >
heh.. yes.
< I'm in too, it's nice, a fuzzy mood and I think that Napkin has probably loved her before. >
you mean, like in another time, YM?
< Maybe .. maybe during the Time of the Moon. >
oh.
May 18, 2010
by anesthezia, inspired by warmthing & napkin
my nipples are skinny
but when you pull on them
they feel fat
& your kisses have feet
they stand a little shaky but they stand
and make me
feel
like some sort of tiny
mouth-hole
like when i went into yours and it was not so tiny
it was huge and un measured like a song that dark turned and stretched and turned, a sigh;
a shift wanting to stay alone. but
my light is a bit broken so you let me in
but when you pull on them
they feel fat
& your kisses have feet
they stand a little shaky but they stand
and make me
feel
like some sort of tiny
mouth-hole
like when i went into yours and it was not so tiny
it was huge and un measured like a song that dark turned and stretched and turned, a sigh;
a shift wanting to stay alone. but
my light is a bit broken so you let me in
May 10, 2010
6469
Nina touches the keyboard
Solutions to install
No solutions found
just a room held by night
Nina takes a pill, smokes his cigarette. thinks maybe she will buy him a lighter.
someday.
Solutions to install
No solutions found
just a room held by night
Nina takes a pill, smokes his cigarette. thinks maybe she will buy him a lighter.
someday.
May 6, 2010
Tags: None
illusion: XIV
never dead me
i police men, so okay take a shower, on for it.
silly chime - party all the time
spoon full -
special is something fix
fifty into just elite
but i happen in immunity. wake W itch, particular the exclamation, but mad - say the speak, the swim. . the I-you refract
dreams best sky rest, -
Maybe. particular in lack
~*
u spit your tragedies into
music. while i eat
artificial crab meat,
drink
rolling rock &
feel beat, a don't million with nobody Quality.
i was so happy, i thought that song, 'Hold On'
by LotusBand
was
free.
it's worth a schedule full, see.
~*
^ this is what i thought when i saw your pic
the one on facehook?
yes.
the silver artifice?
arc): chair the feeling
you happen, Mother, to the brought, the get ..
Print-makers, voltaire's uP ?
^ return potato in 0 is i out but worth something
i have,
dig? ^
an ever-magic; soul mute
Spartan but meschikles?
body-life-thing - narmur)
it's a multidisciplinary heaven
sometimes i want you like a
mad elementary roll
b/m illion of say .. panels of lock: your lips
bleed hip > everybody's in vying artistic, No of don't-slides and fondly,
yours.
never dead me
i police men, so okay take a shower, on for it.
silly chime - party all the time
spoon full -
special is something fix
fifty into just elite
but i happen in immunity. wake W itch, particular the exclamation, but mad - say the speak, the swim. . the I-you refract
dreams best sky rest, -
Maybe. particular in lack
~*
u spit your tragedies into
music. while i eat
artificial crab meat,
drink
rolling rock &
feel beat, a don't million with nobody Quality.
i was so happy, i thought that song, 'Hold On'
by LotusBand
was
free.
it's worth a schedule full, see.
~*
^ this is what i thought when i saw your pic
the one on facehook?
yes.
the silver artifice?
arc): chair the feeling
you happen, Mother, to the brought, the get ..
Print-makers, voltaire's uP ?
^ return potato in 0 is i out but worth something
i have,
dig? ^
an ever-magic; soul mute
Spartan but meschikles?
body-life-thing - narmur)
it's a multidisciplinary heaven
sometimes i want you like a
mad elementary roll
b/m illion of say .. panels of lock: your lips
bleed hip > everybody's in vying artistic, No of don't-slides and fondly,
yours.
Apr 18, 2010
Nina Sleeps
the lights move on
faces:sharp noses
tub eyes, the blue knocked
Out
his mouth
an accident
move, she thinks
her hair is good/real:
everything from the ocean
new. & inside her Other
mouth Sweet Candy
~*
listen, when I cut over
Again, I will write & there will be
a rainbow with everYthing Sky, chimes
that catch the wind, snowflakes will pave
the road in soft glitter -
you will come out of the dream, a burst of
coolness ..
better teeth?
your smile will be a Language, never pleading.
the rooms of your days will be smooth and uncluttered
~*
faces:sharp noses
tub eyes, the blue knocked
Out
his mouth
an accident
move, she thinks
her hair is good/real:
everything from the ocean
new. & inside her Other
mouth Sweet Candy
~*
listen, when I cut over
Again, I will write & there will be
a rainbow with everYthing Sky, chimes
that catch the wind, snowflakes will pave
the road in soft glitter -
you will come out of the dream, a burst of
coolness ..
better teeth?
your smile will be a Language, never pleading.
the rooms of your days will be smooth and uncluttered
~*
Apr 7, 2010
much later: saint twice in pocket
will you to my cave bed now
an absurd notion
the whole day has been absurd
i promise to cackle like jiggy red, i mean, what do i care, sitting in pablo's
no air apartment
quarry,
big lad, all woman, no gaps
maybe my heart is superstitious so go back & spell levitate
you'd algebra me if you could, drive a tracker thru
the reign of the big can
slur bag, synaptic want
cunt
volume fraud, laugh gate
sarcophagi in a well
dice order
complete crash
hilarious
an absurd notion
the whole day has been absurd
i promise to cackle like jiggy red, i mean, what do i care, sitting in pablo's
no air apartment
quarry,
big lad, all woman, no gaps
maybe my heart is superstitious so go back & spell levitate
you'd algebra me if you could, drive a tracker thru
the reign of the big can
slur bag, synaptic want
cunt
volume fraud, laugh gate
sarcophagi in a well
dice order
complete crash
hilarious
a morning in april
Nina watches the sky shift. The mural is rain. The sprinter has gone out to
flip things back:
TP
cigs
medicine for her ear
the rain does a blur dance
her head feels hot
hey.. are you watching the greys in the mural?
yup. where are u?
my eyes are in your street.
thin pluckings of brown.
clumsy
memory..
whatcha do to your hair?
nothing. it's just dirty.
heh..
a swirl-crawl of mock, dangling cushy, that's what u are, u know.
yeah. but i make you laugh. hope you get your cigs soon. take care.
Nina stares at the blank pad, heart loosened, a bird lost, noise behind the wall.
flip things back:
TP
cigs
medicine for her ear
the rain does a blur dance
her head feels hot
hey.. are you watching the greys in the mural?
yup. where are u?
my eyes are in your street.
thin pluckings of brown.
clumsy
memory..
whatcha do to your hair?
nothing. it's just dirty.
heh..
a swirl-crawl of mock, dangling cushy, that's what u are, u know.
yeah. but i make you laugh. hope you get your cigs soon. take care.
Nina stares at the blank pad, heart loosened, a bird lost, noise behind the wall.
Mar 23, 2010
Pencil and Crayon
in fairy tales
we walk through our snowy world..
don't blink
why?
there are fresh places in your eyes
i want to catch them for the map
heh. watch your step. the snow is deep there where if it were blue it would be green
nina..
yeah?
do you mean, red?
maybe. i don't know. winter is nice, i do love you ..
like gentle mittens?
& flip flops
Mar 22, 2010
(02/04/10 22:41:33)
Hormel?
i can fuse the cheese into a nacho plate.
Packed individually for freshness...
so, Nina, what's up with your stereo?
sounds alright right now, playin' billy idol.
and fat cat is all good?
no. something happened while i was gone.
don't be afraid.
*
i can fuse the cheese into a nacho plate.
Packed individually for freshness...
so, Nina, what's up with your stereo?
sounds alright right now, playin' billy idol.
and fat cat is all good?
no. something happened while i was gone.
don't be afraid.
*
Feb 5, 2010
Jealous Guy
i don't like him.
jesus, nina..
i am paging mr yellow mellow
why? he can't do anything.
he can be with us.
***
identified: a security vulnerability
what's up n .. m.. drunk again?
***
no!
***
mmmmmm... click... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,
***
fuck
alcohol is legal!
***
get out of the past, nina.
jesus, nina..
i am paging mr yellow mellow
why? he can't do anything.
he can be with us.
***
identified: a security vulnerability
what's up n .. m.. drunk again?
***
no!
***
mmmmmm... click... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,
***
fuck
alcohol is legal!
***
get out of the past, nina.
Jan 30, 2010
untitled
garlic and chocolate. apples and salt.
keebler club crackers, a little scotch and planters cashews
askew?
i want to have fun with you. i do i do i do!
do you remember the last movie we watched
and if it was really me, that was with you?
i remember your mad mouth
and your sad mouth
too
what about that narrow, dark place i touched
and the window i couldn't really see through?
all i know is
you touched me as if i were a flower
and that should be good enough for you.
lol, warm thing...
you make my heart sing?
yeah and if you want
i'll be the napkin if you be the ring.
*
keebler club crackers, a little scotch and planters cashews
askew?
i want to have fun with you. i do i do i do!
do you remember the last movie we watched
and if it was really me, that was with you?
i remember your mad mouth
and your sad mouth
too
what about that narrow, dark place i touched
and the window i couldn't really see through?
all i know is
you touched me as if i were a flower
and that should be good enough for you.
lol, warm thing...
you make my heart sing?
yeah and if you want
i'll be the napkin if you be the ring.
*
Jan 25, 2010
Nina Laughs
she found her silver purse. it doesn't sparkle but the fringe is fun.
you should have bought the boots
she puts the purse in the closet with the 2 matching scarfs. no palm trees just beautiful cobblestones, a fireplace and snow.
your body is cold
hush.
winter is a vampire
that looks like you
you should have bought the boots
she puts the purse in the closet with the 2 matching scarfs. no palm trees just beautiful cobblestones, a fireplace and snow.
your body is cold
hush.
winter is a vampire
that looks like you
Jan 19, 2010
Nina Dreams as
reflections repeat - nights in the duplex box. and through the window:
angels float from another host. . dark, filled with holes, cracks, & smoke.
these holes
fingerprint her with glints
push her into everywhere they've been -
haiku of smoky noise.
her naked body stirs, but only, slightly.
*
far away
tombed in his own dreams
black irises
burn lips, smear themselves on bony & fat tips..
*
basket thighs
how's your cash?
i'm broke
*
Nina is a theater
her bangs & lungs are spray-painted
but
the word
poem,
is etched
like a tunnel -
cross-stitched
&
he is
a pink
automaton
tiny bits of ice stuck in his bit
a vibrating line
marking the gloom
with
forever
*
angels float from another host. . dark, filled with holes, cracks, & smoke.
these holes
fingerprint her with glints
push her into everywhere they've been -
haiku of smoky noise.
her naked body stirs, but only, slightly.
*
far away
tombed in his own dreams
black irises
burn lips, smear themselves on bony & fat tips..
*
basket thighs
how's your cash?
i'm broke
*
Nina is a theater
her bangs & lungs are spray-painted
but
the word
poem,
is etched
like a tunnel -
cross-stitched
&
he is
a pink
automaton
tiny bits of ice stuck in his bit
a vibrating line
marking the gloom
with
forever
*
Jan 11, 2010
consider each keystroke ..
a kiss.
*
with bloody cuticles and shaky hands
Nina types into the machine..
dear ghost eyes
i am sorry for calling you mean names. i am sorry you are sad.
know this:
you are my velvety ocean & my dreamland.
my nest & my pulse
my fever, my socket, my
glass. my dark shadow ~
i came across time for you,
died a million deaths with you
ran through alleys &
walked through gardens of stars with you
*
with bloody cuticles and shaky hands
Nina types into the machine..
dear ghost eyes
i am sorry for calling you mean names. i am sorry you are sad.
know this:
you are my velvety ocean & my dreamland.
my nest & my pulse
my fever, my socket, my
glass. my dark shadow ~
i came across time for you,
died a million deaths with you
ran through alleys &
walked through gardens of stars with you
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