Monday, September 28, 2009

Un Homage a ton Bricolage

I'm copying Katie's Bricolage idea because I think it's cool and it sounds fun.
Look at hers Today is the Day 

Yes, I shall use violence. 
Since violence is a matter of perception as well as a measurable phenomenon
I'll bet the monster was happy when they made him a maze.
You love a sinking stone
And fancy rats, all sizes.
1. Imagine what pains says. In the ghost-making fog the phone rings
When the phone rings, my bed shakes
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously.

"Charmides" Dialogues of Plato
"Violence" wikipedia.com
"Peacebone" by Animal Collective
"Gone for Good" by the Shins
Craigslist ad for "Fancy Rats"
"The Outline I Inhabit" Olena Kalytiak Davis
"When the Phone Rings, my Bed Shakes. The Memoirs of a deaf Doctor" Philip Zazove
"Visions of Johanna" Bob Dylan

Everything important takes place offstage.
My house is a sink
And no one ever leaves.
I'm stepping off curbs into the planet 
Where I was born but no longer live in.



Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Crazy Mechanical Wonderland

It's getting hot in
My lonely old crooked gas chamber
But you're drinking the disease right out of my neck
Drinking and spitting drinking and spitting
A werewolf at my throat comme un papillion on golden days.

This kid's on the playground poking and tormenting
You've got their attention good and tight.
Like pokers to my shins, it's a no-good filthy whirlwind.
And i'm a caved in sandcastle, belly to the sky.
Baked in a witch's pie, indecent.

Hummingbird, just let me down Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes. I do believe you gave it your best try. Oh hummingbird, sing to me.

Cinnamon pizza.
The bitter taste of afternoon longing. I can't do things right even when I try. So no one gets worried. Caterpillar hatred on my shrinking shoulder blades.

Bare feet take to shattered glass like an anvil to the ground, thrown from the highest floor.
The street is green and red and wet and I'm running away. Before your eyeless sockets tear my brain to shit.

It's the laughing stock of the whole studio.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Bright

I've become stained with indifference
And I know I need to shake it
But I can't seem to move.


Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Realization Delay

Quiet in the land where your knees knock your temples to pieces
I'm dying of thirst by the water fountains dying dying of thirst
And I can't carry that stupid thing any longer so I have to get rid of it.
Chasing air chasing cars and birds, delirious. I've lost.
Asise sous une cascade, j'essaie de respirer.
A million tiny clear bullets from the top corner come to take me away.

I've got rocks in my eyes when I try to close them
And in order to continue
I will painfully irrationally dispose of them.

Footsteps. I don't know who you are. I don't know who that is. I don't know anything but the cold night air

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Dramatic desk lamp

Sit out you knuckle head. Dodgeball's kind of a stupid game isn't it.

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die

"What? We're having a political discussion here!" 

Today I took the bus and the trolley and came home and then left and took the trolley and the bus. And then i took the bus again.

His kind should be destroyed.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Of Angels and Angles

The Parking lot of the movie theater as an impersonal space.

You're a dress I don't ever want to take off. There's the free tea and the cheap clothes. And they hardly exist. 

They hardly exist in my head because you're filling up the space and I like it that way. 

There are angels in your angles. There's a low moon caught in your tangles.

There's a ticking
At the sill. There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day

There's cutting off your hair and drinking glass cokes and taking Titanic off your hands as you would say. And there's the surprises when I get home because I'm tired and you are amazing. 

A bad afternoon turned good afternoon going crazy in tiny kitchens where you're cleaning off the shelves and I'm bouncing off walls an accent on my tongue.

I'll break his glasses next time. While they're still on his face.
To my Name Twin
(Live long and prosper)