Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
stigma
never have
green been behaven buffoons
with barrets out for outsourceful outings
that's why they hate to alliterate
the machine gun rattle snakes
slide over sands shifting grains
sounds exciting
yet somewhere
stain
Thursday, April 06, 2006
misskindred
to back with black
comedians have lost
their kool over less
i am black
under back track
cover of blues mimicry
of my self doing mime
i ain't really
black but my family is
a strange one
you know
Thursday, March 30, 2006
flesh(become)
kept secret water
shed blood wine bread
this fish has been undead
for well over three days now
an old story has been told
anew a new word is coming
post-
work hard work makes free
it says at the gate but now
by typing on laptop dismanage
mental states including excluding
nothing new
under the sun
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
re-Vision
upon us strangers
wrapped in unsafety blanketty
blank point blank spot blank
the to and fro is a leaping
of frogs in their frocks they
do not creep the way you do
you give you know you give
me the creeps in hare-lipped cryptic whisperings
unintelligibly recoded red codas pagodas
are also maya are maya are maya
not roses
Monday, March 20, 2006
from the prayerbook in my dreams
what about you
goin' down down
stream the stereo
speakers are one
handed clappers
audience is super
fluous rapid river
fluorescent giver
of light for free
save us oh heavenly haven
from hills 'n bills 'n pills
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
bright
dreams made of
or made in
the land of the middle
outsourced sorcery
sworn swords swooning
lips and tight eyes, nay: hips
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Succession
to go down
the lane you went
down that lane
you knew about
the end of the line
and told about the
lone wolf cryin'
clichee crowd pleasing
clown smile crowned
jester he's trying
not to cry
always succeeds
the bloody bastard
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
short life, long art
people have machines
move things around
big things and small things
light ones and heavy ones
one atop of another
realise visions
build great buildings
these things all of these all
these things all of these all these things
they still are vul-ne-ra-ble
move words around
big words and small words
right ones and wrong ones
one after another
compose writings
tell great stories
these words all of these all
these words all of these all these words
they are here to stay-ay-ay-ay
Sunday, March 12, 2006
run
things dry outletting things
dry out drive-indrier draughted
laughted loughter and doughter's moffia
nine inch veil crucifixation on mediautomats
running wild men running wild
men
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Friday, March 10, 2006
Clair / Obscur
us about your dream
spiders and flies came
ringing your door bell
they live in the forest
at least that's what
you say
then you started eating all
you saw and were seeing when you told
your mother and me about your dream
you ate plates table clock
chairs cups even yer own poop
and returned to the forest
you know where they live
the spiders and the flies
all of this is a bit scary
well it also was a lot of fun
in the end you left the forest
flying towards the sun
Thursday, March 09, 2006
PeoPol
had a beer
or two and i
am in no mood
for poetry
have a child
or two and i
am in no mood
for politics
declaration
sometimes feel like pancakes
waiting for baker man/woman
i am flower egg milk salt
great potential to molotovize
tongue stomach too much
nessy and i
in the dark coroners of the mainz
people's republikan banana
shake'n crusade zentropical
forest heart of larsness
an imortal sin
i wonder: is this immoral
question mark question
water mark question mark
shoot shoot shoot the targets
will be met like partners
in crime
i see: this is like a movie
the script has been lost
some say never existed
a long time ago ago
ago they gogogo o loch
good goodness
i remember: never lived
the things you saw and told
or wrote and read and said
who got it wrong the god
that is there for us is
silent question mark