Posted by nrm on 1/23/2007, 5:26 pm
74.192.29.139
turpentine eclipses in damaged throat
swallowing down ajax mix of ostrich rat poison
secret insects dwelling in mud slippers
dust mites stuck in microphone, all those voice lessons
& the kid can only sketch a clogged trombone
out his galloping brain comes only a half meow
ashes falling prey to ignition spilt wanderings
dirty little things called out to falling 3 leaf clovers
we can crush globes
snorting remnants through city searching
stolen medicine so mr. thoreau told a few lies
about wood living
maybe it’s a winning oyster chip stuck
in a jackpot of lentils inside pea pods
flubbery black phone calls turned to insults
for reasonless consumption nights
why Coleridge rhymed every other word I’ll never understand
why simpleton nonsense bellows from my mind
like labor union illegal aliens clipping texas tree branches
just me being fed up with everyone making sense
all so organized & structured I’d rather hang
drunken indian caught animal skins with word scribbled
question marks
nothing can mean all
if looked at through tiny opiate eyes
i’m not trying to make it fit together anymore
falstaff lost his own ring even if the landlady ate rabbit pouches
snow white isn’t from Amsterdam & only fools paint themselves
curling evolutions sicken these Tv reality consumers
w c fields nose was a micro waved frozen tomato
& mine is slowly growing
into a cauliflower burnt plum
they penciled red proverbs in sand morsels from shooting stars
its all slicked up greasy hogwash with polished academic stamps
they try and label it as original underground thought just cause
just cause it reeks like a clone
of the exact other one you just read
throw in a smudge of sex talk & needle shooting & idiots think its art
i’d rather be tied down & my head put in a tight squeezed
vice clamp
my brains popping out my dumbo ears
while being forced to listen to Toto meets the bee gees for 24 hours a day
than to have to see
slightly re arranged words from different faces
that actually are the same person, it’s a multitude of carbon copy’s
it all ends up in book store bargain bins or dumpsters
they cuddle up in packs with false
illusions of safety in numbers
grandiose egos straight
from a text book psychological drunk complex
but we still could be head over heels in another lifetime
we could still smile & be positive & let all slide down life’s ladder
set stop watches to another convulsion
& scream we are alive! scream! we don’t care!
for this horror in turpentine damaged new born saved throats
groaned a smacked out deflated basketball headed eyebrow tweezing
ween listening barf off upper balcony on peddle flights syndrome
global nose bleeds send more troops & open a grab bag hole head
swim in silicone breasts & plastic card mall geeks
buy their jeans get their haircut agree with it all
throw my body off golden gate bridges
making sure all these words are tied to ankles like my eternal anchor
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