Thursday, March 31, 2011

Seated Figure of the Maneater





You need Julie Andrews like you need a knife in your back.

_________________________________________________-- Rock Hudson



Profusion. All gathers and against the grain ties to the other end and jests the jetty not protruded from that moment, now gone. All singing to face-to-face confusion. Every night, against the bar, an object of satire. That touch in the back, the dark: a mercy, a sorrow, a flat hand against the ass jean, then gone and grabbing for another drink with dirty dollars and fingernails. Sleep the milk around, and mark each hour a malady.


Better to be his downfall than the writer of initials on a husband’s lapel. That I understand and Ohio calls you her bitch. Your puzzle grows and still says fall. Fingerprints on the window like things scabbed over.


On days gone by: to say I know, and she’ll leave you on a conditional early afternoon.


To get behind decreation is to mind centuries as objects as a leg lying upon the coffee table. Just say it. The painful process in the far part of the world. In every river pore, a tossed off and vague poor animal. The bigger picture idea.


She eats ham and breaks eggs across your face, having no use for them, a destroyer now moaning for more.


This is what they call manipulation.


And in the room next to yours, a phone will sit there, unblinking and blue. You will quiver the quick, waiting for a tone, checking the time with nothing better to do. You will prop up words that lie and do not surprise her. You will be reason, and agree, you never were one for the small words.


So stand there, singing the sad out of your body. Or let it sit there, within, making you strong, more able, before eating you alive again.




Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Word Of the Day: lucre

















40 Crumpets




1



March & towards the Coldness

of Spring’s drawn-about “OUT”

& the Body’s lie



2



The grinning Mask

of the Ass, you carry


3



First, the Body

dumps(in) // in

slides




4



Beaten Heart

works[ing] curiously

on home



5



Come now, alittle back on

the Back, comesome




6




Like the Must on

someone’s Tongue



7



In groans

my Love (in)



8




The Desire

up there

in the Air



9



Black Bird

blew by-by



.
10




Bitch be seen

thisaway




11




I spent the Night masturbating

while sobbing

vigorously



12



The Ghostly pace

of your Face



13



Innards (sighs) my

Space



14



”A” goes—(a)—dangling
on them pussy, lips



15



Blue Balls:
sadness throbbing

in mid-morning light



16



A Parade of

Reductions you-in



17



By which Thy

sung is Hung

from some



18



& all the little

shits[in]volved



19



Repeating: “only

once soso

Sad”—ly,



20



Whosedevotion

can I claim

to say I slay—[?]



21



Hammering the Horizon, home




22



No Boobs in

Sight—[!]



23



“I will never forgive You

or myself”



24



Waste place the Body, erase



25



I cackle your Spine—[s]mine



26



Spin me so

I can see Thee



27



All those dirty Hands

that have touched

my Face


28



A big boner

is chasing you

through an alley

at night



29



I borned-in Thy

Suit



30



All the anecdotal dick-shit I wrote



31



Pussy be // be long-gone



32



These days, I only hope

my Father has found

his Grave



33



That is but, my Tongue



34



Her Hair, brushing

your Nose



35



defining a slum’s

sum some



36



For Thee, I surely

smudged



37



The Body acts *this

tumbling down

the Stairs



38



First drop of sweat

down my arm

this morning



39



only the Verge

of Description as bounds:



40

I swear

I will eventually scrub

the blood




Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Goosebumps, For Example



for He, in heat


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A Sentiment That Includes by Means of Its Structure The Excluded Space We (can’t) Embrace














The Violence (since) *this Act



doesn’t



Terrify



me-in the least, see: (see)



“bodies”



(see) “figures” figure



(see) it’s all going to become Grainy



(see) shit



I’ve held (you)



You in the smallest (corner of my) Heart



(shits) way, away (in, a way)



the upturned



faces-sway, say: Ma,



(Ma)



I ain’t doing



so // (shit) // so



soso



good god, (so) *this all



exists outside



(shit) what it is, that I am



I guess,



trying to Frame



in the Heart, (so) longed



to be Struck



and I know, I shoulda-shoulda



but shit, it’s all such



a Waste (so): the



small (shit) Things cling



to the (shit)



Skin // (so)



in Spring, it’s Time



to just let that



sadness of Winter pass



right-through



(see) // Thy



charging-eyes box



in the Space



where I once held you (so small so)



where I ain’t stop // (box)



gonna STOP



The Keep On (shit)



keeping-on



Monday, March 28, 2011

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Sunday, March 27, 2011

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Saturday, March 26, 2011

Corny

Klavierwerke "mein Wunsch bearbeitet", Op. 50


Klavier #1


In one field a pincer promise finched to the cleft of the left of the oolong.

Sphagnum puff/ Orphagus purr/ Nebrasgaphus pratt/ Oliphant pant.


This syllable asphyxia tuba treacled wedge, like the zoo in the zoot suit.

Ligament stomp/ Ligature stamp/ Ligamancalture stump/ Ligant stimp.


Drumlin time to bleat the blert of the funky frass special toss to the margin loss.

Ductal___=fact/oviduct_____funct/periductal_____funk’d/abduct_____fuck’d.


Extrom tentacles hopscotch short term ideal a berserk monsoon collar pop.

Thoracocentesis boy/pneumocentesis toy/arthrocentesis goy/enterocentesis joy.


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Klavier #2


poors like doors = torn by two = slot to slant = track to trent.

time of year – trouble slit – clatter cove – toothing sweet.


legs to lock = prawn in throat = tongue to blip = krill as flex.

goosebump fill – cunting clutch – tendon breathe – cornsilk thigh.


tyanutk = nosili = I dobro = konets star.

Gatling stop – soundtrack dust – tumtum tee – dumdum dee.


time to kill = krump to still = cake to walk = boom to blame.

languor fizz – gutter drag – rhythm rhyme – Cocoa puff.


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