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
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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
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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:
"dawn the disco fumes" is a great phrase -
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