Tuesday, May 27, 2008

awesome baby


Hey guys, for this week, I'm going to post three untitleds a day. Next week will see a video post daily (or as often as I can) in celebration of the upcoming performance on June 21 at Okay Mountain, 8 pm. Yeah, poetry and motion, technology and oral tradition, the same stuff and the new stuff and a macguffin.


untitled 4358

I want

to be the number eight

on

your forehead

so the mirror

people

can

laugh

and when we just go out

to tumble

for taxi cab

trembles and the night

club

shatter

dance

oh wicked

just why

why

she why



untitled 4355

some fragrance of disenchanted rock

spills

across

the frame

I am the dyspeptic

tic

of the man

in

the laundry mat

yearning

to

be beaten

in

bales of bushed whiskers

collected from

tired women




untitled 4354

lose me

down a flight

or stairs

oh suitcase

faced

woman in red

satire

skirt

in old alleys

we

dawn the disco

fumes

of

the ulterior taxi

cab

rummaging

in

cycles the

plague of

subway

tunnels.

and shiny people

drink

more for the lack

of their

flesh

pounding apartments of brick

and mortar

and prostitution

in

doorways

1 comment:

Jeff D said...

"dawn the disco fumes" is a great phrase -