Aug 23, 2013

this twibble of tweet, timber of sweet!




the sun is
rising
my terror
a
dark

wall
of
blank pages

imagined sex
and yes
alas
platoons of
resignation



no more games of fire-trolley
at the Inn. just me
alone in my apartment
wearing too much make-up
and
eating
sour gummi worms and dry toast.


Oh! Co ez stare!
a board by bare, I burn
this ending
this rhino party
this twibble of tweet,
timber of sweet!
whimper of bleep

beggar fan and
thief

*

a trinket of stars
taped to us
trailing
into sleep




;;

play a song, do something

Jul 11, 2013

a new ancient dot-a-long

connected
with nothing
but
typefont
we enter a new ancient dot-a-long
lines
mapped out
by push-button fingers
poking
through dark holes:
a crazy diamond [wish you were here] hindsight
one third
of our thoughts
prodigiously [troublesome]
the sum of too many sinkings
in an ocean of arsenic solitude -
sea greed for generations beyond

our words:
tendrils
submerged
in waves of light

don't you see

I still
drown
to
find
a poem
about
a slim
flower
from
Atlantis

all metal
-headed
and
fishtail braids
sprung from the brine
[hypothetical]
with a smile
so calm
that it almost hurts



Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Higgs Boson Blues