sauvage (I know you don't like but let it spread
ruination)
the world/weep for a ruminous presence in the channel
listen listen again to the codes that fly in
we are into it now this triangulation
I have you fixed . . . I approach at night
sleek and slick with oils of the body you nestle there
[insert Roy Orbison]
in the offset of dreams
in the whirl of out of date
no longer for consumption
a little glimmer
so we advance
into the third nest we go
huddle there
open mouths incapable of the merest flap
all of us finally aware & stark the moment
O you have fucked my girlfriend
or something
.........................friend
things like that
this how shoved tiny
we feel stuff
Charles Manson desperate to be loved
it all turning inward outward sour sick love
love me love me he cries he carves he craves
he cavorts there at the mind's edge cutting
swastikas of fucked love
even this holy hate is just love
as hunger
...........eating at itself like stuffpig
this what I mean
tiny complication
tower over us each morning in the sandstone
do you see
the little birds sedimented
sacrificial children
there in the frozen grit
quick
quick before they melt away?
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
reference to nothing typewritten (learn more)
it is not possible to be fully happy
if you are sentient
in such a place
but at least one can smoke
quietly
in the corner
by which I mean that masturbation
and eating are acceptable practices
under the same Sun we shift
moonbeam motherfucker
*
if you are sentient
in such a place
but at least one can smoke
quietly
in the corner
by which I mean that masturbation
and eating are acceptable practices
under the same Sun we shift
moonbeam motherfucker
*
leading lights down Lune Deep
father a convicted paedophile mother a drug addict
how the labels trip off into a general heading
a compass bearing into the ferns
see where a trail treads in
but nothing emerges
now follow this deep channel
look down look down says Bill
this is all make believe shapeshift
they killed your heart
killed your future
who did?
time did...
no wait it's a bricked-up cave full of bats
you can't see in
you'll have to imagine what they do in there
in the few days before they die
it doesn't just pass down it gets worse
people kill a child
they do worse things to themselves
suicide is murder
and self-abuse is abuse
it is impossible to speak from the trees outside
we won't fix this until we jerk that Hitler
died before he was a teenager
it all seems so big here
the trees the houses the people
all of them outlandish
gross
sparkling like crows over carrion
have you seen this shine?
fighting so hard for the right
to be powerless
without lift
intoxicated
sucked down into it
ringing its own big bell on the causeway
nothing
nothing
every little person doing
the worst best they can
drifting
I almost believe in God
.
how the labels trip off into a general heading
a compass bearing into the ferns
see where a trail treads in
but nothing emerges
now follow this deep channel
look down look down says Bill
this is all make believe shapeshift
they killed your heart
killed your future
who did?
time did...
no wait it's a bricked-up cave full of bats
you can't see in
you'll have to imagine what they do in there
in the few days before they die
it doesn't just pass down it gets worse
people kill a child
they do worse things to themselves
suicide is murder
and self-abuse is abuse
it is impossible to speak from the trees outside
we won't fix this until we jerk that Hitler
died before he was a teenager
it all seems so big here
the trees the houses the people
all of them outlandish
gross
sparkling like crows over carrion
have you seen this shine?
fighting so hard for the right
to be powerless
without lift
intoxicated
sucked down into it
ringing its own big bell on the causeway
nothing
nothing
every little person doing
the worst best they can
drifting
I almost believe in God
.
Monday, August 10, 2009
the soft and quiet way in to the back room
it comes on
the black librarian with all sails
full up with quiet
his huge handclap
over the ears and mouth
urgent with disaster
it comes on
I will need help
in this new world
with such airs shining
with such dazzling murder stifled agog
I wish I was in Dixie
with the trees walking
the clouds talking
but a flat earth floats above
hush little baby
(hush
a bad man is coming upstairs
one day all this
will be yours)
in dreams I stand there
with a spear
looking down into darkness
who's there?
who's there?
will I sacrifice myself?
is there understanding in this wake
of the inept surge towards stairtops?
a new moment without commas has come
under it
the ground rumbles
.
the black librarian with all sails
full up with quiet
his huge handclap
over the ears and mouth
urgent with disaster
it comes on
I will need help
in this new world
with such airs shining
with such dazzling murder stifled agog
I wish I was in Dixie
with the trees walking
the clouds talking
but a flat earth floats above
hush little baby
(hush
a bad man is coming upstairs
one day all this
will be yours)
in dreams I stand there
with a spear
looking down into darkness
who's there?
who's there?
will I sacrifice myself?
is there understanding in this wake
of the inept surge towards stairtops?
a new moment without commas has come
under it
the ground rumbles
.
instances of barnstorming at the last
O you people you spirit vagrants
whose necks do not twitch
when the dawn hits like roosters
sitting on cold chimney stacks
I can't help you
a wind there was a wind
that flapped around the world
what did you know of it
there in the dark circus?
my mother stuck a pig's head neck down
in the tarmac
like a challenge
—this is a reality I can't convey
we took it from there
we lay together
we softened slowly
then in a sudden wind
his moment of Zen
his analysis
which I took to heart
was that he'd only been here for the beer
this sadness flooded the place
I needed wild wild cranes to bring me back
to such urgent hooting
.
whose necks do not twitch
when the dawn hits like roosters
sitting on cold chimney stacks
I can't help you
a wind there was a wind
that flapped around the world
what did you know of it
there in the dark circus?
my mother stuck a pig's head neck down
in the tarmac
like a challenge
—this is a reality I can't convey
we took it from there
we lay together
we softened slowly
then in a sudden wind
his moment of Zen
his analysis
which I took to heart
was that he'd only been here for the beer
this sadness flooded the place
I needed wild wild cranes to bring me back
to such urgent hooting
.
sea area Irish Sea never-drift-never wreck at low water
she leans close and asks
do I have a girlfriend
she reaches up my sleeve
feels my bicep like it is
a tulip swelling
a phallic cipher
I'm only here for the beer
says her grinning boyfriend
they want me to go home with them
the engine whines then breaks
we drift
it's sunny and the sea shines
I enter the sea
spin the propeller
both ways
it's not stuck
but something is wrong
we're just like that around here
she says
you can't buy a drink
outside in the broken glass and blood
little things crawling
not insects or mice
little things
looking up asking
the Fleetwood lifeboat tows us in
along the buoyed channel
all of this is lost in the static
we were somewhere North West of the perch
280 degrees off the West Cardinal drifting
in shallow water without personal power
when the Vampire struck
it took two of us off before we realised
you want to know truth
ask a traffic light
.
do I have a girlfriend
she reaches up my sleeve
feels my bicep like it is
a tulip swelling
a phallic cipher
I'm only here for the beer
says her grinning boyfriend
they want me to go home with them
the engine whines then breaks
we drift
it's sunny and the sea shines
I enter the sea
spin the propeller
both ways
it's not stuck
but something is wrong
we're just like that around here
she says
you can't buy a drink
outside in the broken glass and blood
little things crawling
not insects or mice
little things
looking up asking
the Fleetwood lifeboat tows us in
along the buoyed channel
all of this is lost in the static
we were somewhere North West of the perch
280 degrees off the West Cardinal drifting
in shallow water without personal power
when the Vampire struck
it took two of us off before we realised
you want to know truth
ask a traffic light
.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
I don't know what you mean
all of our words
hang above an underground lake
words are totally silent things
don't think they have sound
all that can be heard are the drips
that rain from the roof
below this is another chamber
into which the drops transpire
through layers of rock
below this another
it's not turtles all the way
it's lakes
drips
roofs
none of it is what it is
only what it's above
and below
it should be working about now
the paralysis
.
hang above an underground lake
words are totally silent things
don't think they have sound
all that can be heard are the drips
that rain from the roof
below this is another chamber
into which the drops transpire
through layers of rock
below this another
it's not turtles all the way
it's lakes
drips
roofs
none of it is what it is
only what it's above
and below
it should be working about now
the paralysis
.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Saturday, August 01, 2009
unedited tagflarf Jesus
I enjoy mind games.!. .wtf? Really seems .like half the wo.men have .head .issu.es, n.ot me! I'm the pos.ter child for ze.nitude. I was a littl.e bored so I .went online to see .w.hat was g.oing .on. I c.ame. a.cross. your profile page a.n.d wanted to sen.d you .a little message. I th.ink you live nearby and that's .a .HUG.E plus. Not .sure .though because .I'm just vis.iting the area .and .sta.ying .wi.th a frien.d. I'm into most types of ph.ysical acti.viti.es, but NO.T into on.e night sta.nds. I like to find a norm.al .guy. to da.te. I l.ove listening to m.usic, s.inging ka.raoke and doing load.s o.f other. cool stuff.. I. also like hanging out at coffee shops and .pubs. I like d.rinking beer.. Ask .me abou.t my. wild .trip to .Mexico.! Oh, d.id I men.ti.on I w.as VERY cu.te? But .don'.t. take. my wo.rd. .for it, contact m.e a.nd .let's arra.nge a fact to face. meeting a.lready! Just don't reply .directly to my message..... I using my friend. .a.cc.ount seeing tha.t .I'.m not a m.emb.er on this site or whatever... ;-.) Tell me what you .think .at my email., chrissymawer at y a h o.com. See you soon!
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