when i imagine boxes they're naturally wet
your spore condemning you blankly
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
has come to my attention that
this half knowlege which got me
by is the cause of misery
unequalled in the side of the neck.
one day, i will not be able
to turn in a tourniquet of toadballast.
just plop the little squeaker down
and take off out of town.
my job only hurts my psyche
when i give it wholly me. lolly gagging
around the water cooler is my eucharist.
the symbol is and i become dilbert
in a turtleneck, on a weekend
sucking a henry miller pipe for effect
choke on vanilla
weed and offer it to an anaheim bagger.
listen. the fundraiser for katrina? missed it.
what did she do for my pain
this tense mandibular bone
overwhelming to the point
of disability payments. let's all
get some fema. oh sure compassion
i had some of it around here somewhere.
can you help me find it? i didn't pack
it up in my lover's box, the one i carted
a hundred miles to return
to a smile. the obsession remains.
far enough away to break one keloid
but then another bone spur forms.
only one cure. don't walk.
the old doctor joke too.
the one that plays in my head your head my head
stop with the third person when you now know
of whom you speak.
I visualize you who I will never know. We are constant strangers. I imagine you. i wanted
to understand a constancy of pain.
it has been afforded me now.
my face begins to pinch.
this is the height of disco duck.
saturday night floor covered with kicky polyester
boot sox, george stopping by with his latest
catch and his daddy's mudpit monster
truck. he's like, "wuh", and i go "so?"
he orders a coke, looks for scratches from
my cat,
razorknife. sublime blasts
from the speaker
of the hitchin car. i get a girlfriend
and we find out what bodies
can take. night on our necks.
grand canyon eyes. i always liked
animals because they didn't
have words but she translated anyway.
we spend a quarter moon
on the bay, under a gazebo
popping a blood colored corrosion
of what hasn't destroyed
us, just begun.
don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
remove glasses & focus in your face
cicadas wind in streaks
buried under the oakenstaff
all my memes are co opted
transactional transfusions. been want
ing to distill lead into goldleaf
sublimate down set.
there is a pattern i can't break
without a tornado spin. popcorn
falling from the kansian sky. more
and more the places i haven't been fade
from memory. when were then
and then it wasn't.
i refuse to be shut up
in this box . do not think
you can define me- triptouch
obituary. gears rumble. meanwhile
these squeak through breezes
that have nothing to do
with you. if only there were some way
else
to ease this voice.
once again they caught me
in projection, splicing protection
for my inner psychosic bitch.
something about mist
opportunities ...from the sav-a-lot
we see the sword, two bags and a sawbuck.
the homeless dude got a bath
a clean and brushed beard, shiney pelt
for the winter, when he can begin
to burn this trash he picks up
from the road, holding this poem
cumpled and tossed from a banana tree.
monkey girl. transcribe it
onto a stone, dissapearing as you drop it.
MethMaker
beef jerky
Posts: 161
(9/20/05 8:16 pm)
Reply Re: don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ending good again you end things very well--for things to come together, closed ropes. title is awesome too
trashpo
b-a-n-a-n-a!!!
Posts: 174
(9/20/05 8:23 pm)
Reply | Edit Re: don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
yes the title is awesome...
when i steal your lines
i get ...to cast out from my stasis
going to find another and write some more...
MethMaker
beef jerky
Posts: 162
(9/20/05 8:25 pm)
Reply Re: don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I said that? it just looks like something I would like to say
trashpo
b-a-n-a-n-a!!!
Posts: 175
(9/20/05 8:53 pm)
Reply | Edit Re: don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
yes you said it.
on a drawing.
it's a great line....thanks.
here's another
beaded aftermath of rain
a drip coloidal with the sounds of the enemy camp
when he finally found the controller.
controlled by the strongest gravity
we never made. who put the giant balls
on top of the steeple? what
was the purpose of purple?
she calls me wondering how we got
nancy to take her meds. we didn't .
she never stabilized. just wandered
off to oklahoma with my number
and a backstreet smile. the ability
to say "collect". i offer emergency sounds.
commiserate in protospect. what is the word
for future? some germanic history
fulfilled by tangenality and luck.
vectors don't decide themselves i wonder
as if dioxyribose five minute epoxy hardened.
all we can do is vary the colors by degrees.
the reality is:
we sit at home, nightly.
cocoonedly. there is a giant crow
in the offing. you know where
the feed trough is and we're not
answering the dinner bell.
what the crows want
the crows can have
we'll make more.
still there is the rough beam
of light break. each one
a canticle with meaning
and wings. these are the rocks
i swing at stained glass backlit
by a century of candlestick makers
sans wax. i realize that ultimately
even i won't understand its meaning.
so i make my way into the cavernous
small spaces that lang po luges
just missing the lava barrier]
on a board 6 feet long
that begs only for the exhale of gravity.
then plop, it finished one way out of infinity
the inner core
of uselessness gathered & flushed
into another languid pool.
lick the windowsill
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
interstate bound south
storm ward, the ticklish traffic.
three lane narrows on two
then beyond that
something bright behind the haze
veiling this western coast
seven days. seven into seven more.
look it's the moon. it is. still
full, still slivering still
limning clouds. i can't watch
the end of the world
and drive, too.
workerb
Unregistered User
(9/19/05 11:28 am)
Reply we're looking for a j
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the miles roll by
i've two beside
me but they don't
count. we change
the rules. this is not
physics, it's calvin ball.
ok, you can use license
plates. i can use license
plates, but only the first
letter. we pass it
a j. he sees it first.
grabs it. then traffic
closes in. stuck in the right hand
lane behind a wavery trailer.
the same j passing.
i grab it. it counts
there's no argument
about it not being new.
it's the game that counts.
we skip q.
workerb
Unregistered User
(9/19/05 1:38 pm)
Reply sting of a vorpal sword
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(or- everytime the chili peppers come on the radio the work bell rings)
sometimes my right
shoulder aches
~quit your whining
begin a revolution~
t shirt props dripping oil.
commorant draped mausoleum.
five bellies leave
for lunch. spindley legged
thinickers. spare-a-dime
on the corner, setting pity maybe
newspapers. flags draped in fire.
give a handful
of pennies to the man
in the center of 22nd wednesday
nite smokin something
handrolled, it'd be ok
with him
if the kmart truck
air brakes suddenly
failed.
fingernails through smoke.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
these are my words:
scar, wish, tangible.
encircled with common
come on! it's time
for schools. the fading
away of it. the last
drupe dribbling from jacaranda.
this is how she passed thru me:
quickly, as a lover's profession,permanently
moving. the telephone
makes a better rock to bash
against. cathedrals i built
all faded now, kitsch, fashionable.
this is how the bells sound:
tangy, itchy, isometric.
we wind our way up a hill of fire.
weave the next gently in our fingers.
it smells of ginger and soy.
popped into my mouth
and out again. speed is the thing
i'm always trying to capture.
be long ing
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i put my head
in your hands
aware you can break it
my heart i keep close
but you can peek
at the rupture
lying with you
was the best tale
i ever told
forgive me this
ruptured life
workerb
Unregistered User
(9/21/05 8:54 pm)
Reply afternnon email
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the list continues: i box and rebox
wondering how she's done it
over and over
and ove
r
everyday for over
for ever. at break she's talking
about men's oatmeal/women's oat
meal. smoke busts from my nose
they can market anything. tells
the story of her husband refusing
to eat it, he read the box.
in the back, near the front, we're all goofing
off. the sales weasels get ready
for the trade show, daisy leaves for vacation.
jeanie does her daily quit routine.
rubs her lotto tix for good luck.
there's another hurricane out in the gulf.
big ass storm heading for someone.
i leave the windows down and bathe
my seats. listen the revolution won't start
without you, i whisper to my daughter's back.
so i wouldn't count on it being here
when you need it. look at me. open the box
remove the fiber, test the fiber, pass/fail
robotix. tonight if things go my way
the spa will be empty. i'll sit with a wet dube
burning out the tension of keeping within the lines
watching the vortex spin at the verge
of two temperatures, the water i'm in
and the water which falls
rush of newborn air
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i wnted to complete the machine
on a bicycle , with an excess
supporting the tubes. i wrote the test
procedure from sleep.
the distance became a voice.
what we say
is misunderstood and what we mean
is not what we say
this is work. contigencies
for the email. senecured sonorious.
the hidden
meaning
with a rat's mouth.
the discourse is more
than definition.
it's transportation.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
has come to my attention that
this half knowlege which got me
by is the cause of misery
unequalled in the side of the neck.
one day, i will not be able
to turn in a tourniquet of toadballast.
just plop the little squeaker down
and take off out of town.
my job only hurts my psyche
when i give it wholly me. lolly gagging
around the water cooler is my eucharist.
the symbol is and i become dilbert
in a turtleneck, on a weekend
sucking a henry miller pipe for effect
choke on vanilla
weed and offer it to an anaheim bagger.
listen. the fundraiser for katrina? missed it.
what did she do for my pain
this tense mandibular bone
overwhelming to the point
of disability payments. let's all
get some fema. oh sure compassion
i had some of it around here somewhere.
can you help me find it? i didn't pack
it up in my lover's box, the one i carted
a hundred miles to return
to a smile. the obsession remains.
far enough away to break one keloid
but then another bone spur forms.
only one cure. don't walk.
the old doctor joke too.
the one that plays in my head your head my head
stop with the third person when you now know
of whom you speak.
I visualize you who I will never know. We are constant strangers. I imagine you. i wanted
to understand a constancy of pain.
it has been afforded me now.
my face begins to pinch.
this is the height of disco duck.
saturday night floor covered with kicky polyester
boot sox, george stopping by with his latest
catch and his daddy's mudpit monster
truck. he's like, "wuh", and i go "so?"
he orders a coke, looks for scratches from
my cat,
razorknife. sublime blasts
from the speaker
of the hitchin car. i get a girlfriend
and we find out what bodies
can take. night on our necks.
grand canyon eyes. i always liked
animals because they didn't
have words but she translated anyway.
we spend a quarter moon
on the bay, under a gazebo
popping a blood colored corrosion
of what hasn't destroyed
us, just begun.
don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
remove glasses & focus in your face
cicadas wind in streaks
buried under the oakenstaff
all my memes are co opted
transactional transfusions. been want
ing to distill lead into goldleaf
sublimate down set.
there is a pattern i can't break
without a tornado spin. popcorn
falling from the kansian sky. more
and more the places i haven't been fade
from memory. when were then
and then it wasn't.
i refuse to be shut up
in this box . do not think
you can define me- triptouch
obituary. gears rumble. meanwhile
these squeak through breezes
that have nothing to do
with you. if only there were some way
else
to ease this voice.
once again they caught me
in projection, splicing protection
for my inner psychosic bitch.
something about mist
opportunities ...from the sav-a-lot
we see the sword, two bags and a sawbuck.
the homeless dude got a bath
a clean and brushed beard, shiney pelt
for the winter, when he can begin
to burn this trash he picks up
from the road, holding this poem
cumpled and tossed from a banana tree.
monkey girl. transcribe it
onto a stone, dissapearing as you drop it.
MethMaker
beef jerky
Posts: 161
(9/20/05 8:16 pm)
Reply Re: don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ending good again you end things very well--for things to come together, closed ropes. title is awesome too
trashpo
b-a-n-a-n-a!!!
Posts: 174
(9/20/05 8:23 pm)
Reply | Edit Re: don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
yes the title is awesome...
when i steal your lines
i get ...to cast out from my stasis
going to find another and write some more...
MethMaker
beef jerky
Posts: 162
(9/20/05 8:25 pm)
Reply Re: don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I said that? it just looks like something I would like to say
trashpo
b-a-n-a-n-a!!!
Posts: 175
(9/20/05 8:53 pm)
Reply | Edit Re: don't touch me when i'm raining
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
yes you said it.
on a drawing.
it's a great line....thanks.
here's another
beaded aftermath of rain
a drip coloidal with the sounds of the enemy camp
when he finally found the controller.
controlled by the strongest gravity
we never made. who put the giant balls
on top of the steeple? what
was the purpose of purple?
she calls me wondering how we got
nancy to take her meds. we didn't .
she never stabilized. just wandered
off to oklahoma with my number
and a backstreet smile. the ability
to say "collect". i offer emergency sounds.
commiserate in protospect. what is the word
for future? some germanic history
fulfilled by tangenality and luck.
vectors don't decide themselves i wonder
as if dioxyribose five minute epoxy hardened.
all we can do is vary the colors by degrees.
the reality is:
we sit at home, nightly.
cocoonedly. there is a giant crow
in the offing. you know where
the feed trough is and we're not
answering the dinner bell.
what the crows want
the crows can have
we'll make more.
still there is the rough beam
of light break. each one
a canticle with meaning
and wings. these are the rocks
i swing at stained glass backlit
by a century of candlestick makers
sans wax. i realize that ultimately
even i won't understand its meaning.
so i make my way into the cavernous
small spaces that lang po luges
just missing the lava barrier]
on a board 6 feet long
that begs only for the exhale of gravity.
then plop, it finished one way out of infinity
the inner core
of uselessness gathered & flushed
into another languid pool.
lick the windowsill
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
interstate bound south
storm ward, the ticklish traffic.
three lane narrows on two
then beyond that
something bright behind the haze
veiling this western coast
seven days. seven into seven more.
look it's the moon. it is. still
full, still slivering still
limning clouds. i can't watch
the end of the world
and drive, too.
workerb
Unregistered User
(9/19/05 11:28 am)
Reply we're looking for a j
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the miles roll by
i've two beside
me but they don't
count. we change
the rules. this is not
physics, it's calvin ball.
ok, you can use license
plates. i can use license
plates, but only the first
letter. we pass it
a j. he sees it first.
grabs it. then traffic
closes in. stuck in the right hand
lane behind a wavery trailer.
the same j passing.
i grab it. it counts
there's no argument
about it not being new.
it's the game that counts.
we skip q.
workerb
Unregistered User
(9/19/05 1:38 pm)
Reply sting of a vorpal sword
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(or- everytime the chili peppers come on the radio the work bell rings)
sometimes my right
shoulder aches
~quit your whining
begin a revolution~
t shirt props dripping oil.
commorant draped mausoleum.
five bellies leave
for lunch. spindley legged
thinickers. spare-a-dime
on the corner, setting pity maybe
newspapers. flags draped in fire.
give a handful
of pennies to the man
in the center of 22nd wednesday
nite smokin something
handrolled, it'd be ok
with him
if the kmart truck
air brakes suddenly
failed.
fingernails through smoke.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
these are my words:
scar, wish, tangible.
encircled with common
come on! it's time
for schools. the fading
away of it. the last
drupe dribbling from jacaranda.
this is how she passed thru me:
quickly, as a lover's profession,permanently
moving. the telephone
makes a better rock to bash
against. cathedrals i built
all faded now, kitsch, fashionable.
this is how the bells sound:
tangy, itchy, isometric.
we wind our way up a hill of fire.
weave the next gently in our fingers.
it smells of ginger and soy.
popped into my mouth
and out again. speed is the thing
i'm always trying to capture.
be long ing
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i put my head
in your hands
aware you can break it
my heart i keep close
but you can peek
at the rupture
lying with you
was the best tale
i ever told
forgive me this
ruptured life
workerb
Unregistered User
(9/21/05 8:54 pm)
Reply afternnon email
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
the list continues: i box and rebox
wondering how she's done it
over and over
and ove
r
everyday for over
for ever. at break she's talking
about men's oatmeal/women's oat
meal. smoke busts from my nose
they can market anything. tells
the story of her husband refusing
to eat it, he read the box.
in the back, near the front, we're all goofing
off. the sales weasels get ready
for the trade show, daisy leaves for vacation.
jeanie does her daily quit routine.
rubs her lotto tix for good luck.
there's another hurricane out in the gulf.
big ass storm heading for someone.
i leave the windows down and bathe
my seats. listen the revolution won't start
without you, i whisper to my daughter's back.
so i wouldn't count on it being here
when you need it. look at me. open the box
remove the fiber, test the fiber, pass/fail
robotix. tonight if things go my way
the spa will be empty. i'll sit with a wet dube
burning out the tension of keeping within the lines
watching the vortex spin at the verge
of two temperatures, the water i'm in
and the water which falls
rush of newborn air
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i wnted to complete the machine
on a bicycle , with an excess
supporting the tubes. i wrote the test
procedure from sleep.
the distance became a voice.
what we say
is misunderstood and what we mean
is not what we say
this is work. contigencies
for the email. senecured sonorious.
the hidden
meaning
with a rat's mouth.
the discourse is more
than definition.
it's transportation.
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