America,
Why are you asking me for money, America?
You don't even have any money.
The governments have no money and the banks have no money, or so they say...
Many can still afford tanks and jets and not to care.
Do you care, America?
Sometimes I just don't know. All the news is bad, every day, and there is a lot of news.
Do you read the news, America? Or do you know something I don't know.
America, they can't even play basketball.
Everyone is too greedy, even children. Were you a greedy child, America?
I just wanted to love my mom, when I was a boy.
Mother Nature has got me pussy-whipped and honey-dipped. And shining
like a great sun! An epic star burning in infinity! You know what I
mean, America?
I read the news every night. Murder and sports and movie stars and no
one has any money. But everyone is born into infinite wealth and
absolute freedom. They just don't know or never knew or forgot.
Isn't that what you told me, America?
Where are your witches? Where are your megafauna and primeval forests?
Where are your longhairs and where are your astronauts going.
I've been told where the aliens come from.
They're afraid to meet someone on the street with a nuclear weapon strapped to them
I'm not
Afraid of anything, America
I can't afford to be
America, "I don't have any money."
You can never have enough money and power
How in the hell can I escape this bloody economy?
Let me out, or else.
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Thursday, April 28, 2016
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
28th
Many now say
the sun is setting
Virtual lonely experience,
Plagues, thinking about how to not say it becomes an arrow.
Dragging down on the dirt behind(beneath) you?
Where did she conceal her jewels?
"what gorgeously subMissive tones from the (good) man."
Shrugs her shoulders, who cares, let them in. Quite the contrary...
The well-known engineer and the children who came on the Fourth of July weekend both went about it all wrong. (An attempt as though they'd never heard of it. )
With a plastic bag,
or with a block of clay, or brick,
or a newspaper,
or else a wig,
He was able to
Grab the fly
In mid-air
Hold it long enough for it to buzz its wings against each imploding plane of his hand,
realize there was no escape
And finally be
Crushed to death
Another fly, landed on the front tire of his bicycle as he traced the path of the river, as the wheel rotated, pointing the fly headfirst into the pavement
Upward swiftly, straight toward the Sun
"This slow spider dragging itself towards the light of the moon and that same moonlight, and you and I whispering at the gateway, whispering of eternal things, haven't we already coincided in the past? And won't we happen again on the long road, on this long tremulous road, won't we recur eternally?" N/Z
He was mad at god and she was afraid. In a protective membrane, far from what others may not want eyes upon. to search and hold
Thank goodness no interest or subscription,
Sickly peacock, or hen. Can fly just above the barbwire though.
A suspicious mirror, of distorted vision
From a diabolical object, the Witches collecting convex mirrors, recommending them to painters,
Prior to its present accuracy.
Energies (creatures and beings) captured in stones.
Held and hand closed
Alas bringing forth
an invisible creature
that causes the Death
Of any who
would stand in the way (as an obstacle) of it's holder
Does not reveal the essential point, the figure in question
against settled expectations and projections
and the suggestion of an aptitude for repair, for fixing, for solving the problem with hands (and tools)
&thus the value increases
Tenfold, from morning to the night (and from night to the dawn)
Utopian glass architecture, everyone speaks with an accent and is understood (even their nick-names)
Emptyingthe vessel completely
Teeth pressed to teeth, front and back
Found the arrowhead as a bright and sudden reflection in the (dark of the) night.
1.
All occasion
earlier, later, louder, and longer
public / private
2.
Intellectual, honorable, accountable
Thinking only of the one blood
"all the women, loving other women, had odd haircuts, which was fine, for all the children were already gone." in a familiar voice, attached to the wrong face, attaché in a paper bag.
Vagueness surrounding, this creates
intense atmosphere
Of disquiet and uncertainty
Digestion is determined so much by thoughts. (our state, at the time.)
...that ends with the castle on fire and a lot of people walking home through the dark woods.
When even God was a child...
Benevolence falsely to avoid the worst of desperation, "I don't know if that's what's going on or not, but it's an interesting theory."
"the responsibility of success or failure weighed heavily upon me"
Since his story climaxes with the artist lost at sea
In this position or in that position
Offhand evergreen, and with no truth whatsoever.
They could read it all and so we were fully in danger.
"privacy is priceless to me..."
Of the night entire
Large blue wing above the inferno, "her gods know us"
"I went to see her
Away back, in the dim distance
Bosoms of our truly hazardous undertaking we were warned"
They met in secret, crafting manifestos (as we speak) using code-words and pseudonyms to avoid disappearing in the night. The newspaper and the printing-press had been burned the fascists could not even know their intentions or ideology. & it was of no matter to them
a weekend of crowns
She kept them apart, never introducing the one to the other, procuring the proper gemstones
Never to be left alone together, the northern wolf enters
& as she does the moon disappears from the ceiling and the corset
Stalks the grounds, teeth gnash a silent fortune
A totem of devotion
And a heart (once beating) into the camera
"through and through"
Atomic
"instead of sitting here, sit there! & demand freedom!"
A mere look, sound, or motion
A mistake or accident
(a want)
The god she has got has so many songs to sing.
Contemplating the distance
As birds that perish within tempests
with eyes of blur, or blue, more often ...unaware if receiving immortality and so unable to collect or exchange. A basket if flowers
Or a bag of rocks,
The flowers filling the bag also
Remember to bring a ten-pound grand piano and unroll a paper Moon (any phase you like)
"what kind of world do we in fact want; and by what means, or paths, are we most likely to get there?"
"Be not deceived. Revolutions do not go backward."
(y en espanol) "No se dejen engañar. Las revoluciones no ir hacia atrás"
the sun is setting
Virtual lonely experience,
Plagues, thinking about how to not say it becomes an arrow.
Dragging down on the dirt behind(beneath) you?
Where did she conceal her jewels?
"what gorgeously subMissive tones from the (good) man."
Shrugs her shoulders, who cares, let them in. Quite the contrary...
The well-known engineer and the children who came on the Fourth of July weekend both went about it all wrong. (An attempt as though they'd never heard of it. )
With a plastic bag,
or with a block of clay, or brick,
or a newspaper,
or else a wig,
He was able to
Grab the fly
In mid-air
Hold it long enough for it to buzz its wings against each imploding plane of his hand,
realize there was no escape
And finally be
Crushed to death
Another fly, landed on the front tire of his bicycle as he traced the path of the river, as the wheel rotated, pointing the fly headfirst into the pavement
Upward swiftly, straight toward the Sun
"This slow spider dragging itself towards the light of the moon and that same moonlight, and you and I whispering at the gateway, whispering of eternal things, haven't we already coincided in the past? And won't we happen again on the long road, on this long tremulous road, won't we recur eternally?" N/Z
He was mad at god and she was afraid. In a protective membrane, far from what others may not want eyes upon. to search and hold
Thank goodness no interest or subscription,
Sickly peacock, or hen. Can fly just above the barbwire though.
A suspicious mirror, of distorted vision
From a diabolical object, the Witches collecting convex mirrors, recommending them to painters,
Prior to its present accuracy.
Energies (creatures and beings) captured in stones.
Held and hand closed
Alas bringing forth
an invisible creature
that causes the Death
Of any who
would stand in the way (as an obstacle) of it's holder
Does not reveal the essential point, the figure in question
against settled expectations and projections
and the suggestion of an aptitude for repair, for fixing, for solving the problem with hands (and tools)
&thus the value increases
Tenfold, from morning to the night (and from night to the dawn)
Utopian glass architecture, everyone speaks with an accent and is understood (even their nick-names)
Emptyingthe vessel completely
Teeth pressed to teeth, front and back
Found the arrowhead as a bright and sudden reflection in the (dark of the) night.
1.
All occasion
earlier, later, louder, and longer
public / private
2.
Intellectual, honorable, accountable
Thinking only of the one blood
"all the women, loving other women, had odd haircuts, which was fine, for all the children were already gone." in a familiar voice, attached to the wrong face, attaché in a paper bag.
Vagueness surrounding, this creates
intense atmosphere
Of disquiet and uncertainty
Digestion is determined so much by thoughts. (our state, at the time.)
...that ends with the castle on fire and a lot of people walking home through the dark woods.
When even God was a child...
Benevolence falsely to avoid the worst of desperation, "I don't know if that's what's going on or not, but it's an interesting theory."
"the responsibility of success or failure weighed heavily upon me"
Since his story climaxes with the artist lost at sea
In this position or in that position
Offhand evergreen, and with no truth whatsoever.
They could read it all and so we were fully in danger.
"privacy is priceless to me..."
Of the night entire
Large blue wing above the inferno, "her gods know us"
"I went to see her
Away back, in the dim distance
Bosoms of our truly hazardous undertaking we were warned"
They met in secret, crafting manifestos (as we speak) using code-words and pseudonyms to avoid disappearing in the night. The newspaper and the printing-press had been burned the fascists could not even know their intentions or ideology. & it was of no matter to them
a weekend of crowns
She kept them apart, never introducing the one to the other, procuring the proper gemstones
Never to be left alone together, the northern wolf enters
& as she does the moon disappears from the ceiling and the corset
Stalks the grounds, teeth gnash a silent fortune
A totem of devotion
And a heart (once beating) into the camera
"through and through"
Atomic
"instead of sitting here, sit there! & demand freedom!"
A mere look, sound, or motion
A mistake or accident
(a want)
The god she has got has so many songs to sing.
Contemplating the distance
As birds that perish within tempests
with eyes of blur, or blue, more often ...unaware if receiving immortality and so unable to collect or exchange. A basket if flowers
Or a bag of rocks,
The flowers filling the bag also
Remember to bring a ten-pound grand piano and unroll a paper Moon (any phase you like)
"what kind of world do we in fact want; and by what means, or paths, are we most likely to get there?"
"Be not deceived. Revolutions do not go backward."
(y en espanol) "No se dejen engañar. Las revoluciones no ir hacia atrás"
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
12
that you can’t get away from it. It’s everywhere (whatever it is).
apple spell
give us ideals
not meat and bone
give us ideals not meat and bone
vibrating knot messiah
“Confuse them so that they have to think twice.”
Paper mountain
The flies are dying all over again this year. That’s twice now and I wonder if they will be the better or the worse for it. There is the shadow of a fly the shadow only ascending the spine of a book on the altar
Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. - the house of the future has got a bomb in the oven.
What did he see underthe red hood? Expectation of the end of the known world...apocalypticism, Supernatural guardian figure, time it becomes a continuous atmosphere
The revolution's airplane flew to America undiscovered. Seed must not be left to plant. Primitive forest trees dark green. Her wilderness is a green wood, he was whistling in the cavedark
We haven't buried him at all. How will he clean up that in an hour?
& nothing is anything but itself
measured so...
Struggling for utopia, an appetite of your own
Design digestion
strictly, indeed, traditional and metaphysical.
Move me, not thestone, the stone both come from beyond the Earth and witness a storm not of their own doing.
The highest expression of truth, free of and from the past, first religion, then philosophy, both without the memory or even knowledge of texture.
What is below the dirt; or, what is the dirt upon?
She happened, chanced, found and saw
half-door and an orphaned detail, in the corner, looking out
When we awoke in the dark and in the cold of the night, granitic beast. Gryke
Ever is now...when there is nothing, rituals of the space, degrees of difference between What never was and/or what never will be
What never has been and what never could be. All sounds in silence, burying, the history of the future. The past is gone, explore all
Of your holes
Open and closed. At nature should we bow?
Cannibalism
Havoc havok, withdrawn monument The horizon of the pats appears
You can never reach it. An outer time, like outer space
Conclusive, not being hopeful...to ask a question please come to the front
Structure architecture Marrow support, child of the night running wild and free. "perhaps I have said enough."
Extinction is forever
Amplification of attention, he was rules by the proportions of his own body; being told that the stone is the truest condition of creation, of still silent
What did he see underthe red hood? Expectation of the end of the known world...apocalypticism, Supernatural guardian figure, time it becomes a continuous atmosphere
The revolution's airplane flew to America undiscovered. Seed must not be left to plant. Primitive forest trees dark green. Her wilderness is a green wood, he was whistling in the cavedark
We haven't buried him at all. How will he clean up that in an hour?
& nothing is anything but itself
measured so...
Struggling for utopia, an appetite of your own
Design digestion
strictly, indeed, traditional and metaphysical.
Move me, not thestone, the stone both come from beyond the Earth and witness a storm not of their own doing.
The highest expression of truth, free of and from the past, first religion, then philosophy, both without the memory or even knowledge of texture.
What is below the dirt; or, what is the dirt upon?
She happened, chanced, found and saw
half-door and an orphaned detail, in the corner, looking out
When we awoke in the dark and in the cold of the night, granitic beast. Gryke
Ever is now...when there is nothing, rituals of the space, degrees of difference between What never was and/or what never will be
What never has been and what never could be. All sounds in silence, burying, the history of the future. The past is gone, explore all
Of your holes
Open and closed. At nature should we bow?
Cannibalism
Havoc havok, withdrawn monument The horizon of the pats appears
You can never reach it. An outer time, like outer space
Conclusive, not being hopeful...to ask a question please come to the front
Structure architecture Marrow support, child of the night running wild and free. "perhaps I have said enough."
Extinction is forever
Amplification of attention, he was rules by the proportions of his own body; being told that the stone is the truest condition of creation, of still silent
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