we leave tomorrow for another town but it is the same as the last. the telescope we use to pierce a portal to both is cheap and rudimentary.
this is exactly as saying I can approach a little woman in the shade and ask her for her glasses and take her around the bend and go into a tiny house and make love. or it is exactly as saying I have no couth.
the courageous youth in our midst would say something different; that is their task,
gargling in the aviaries and the discos, humping things,
growling, grabbing their faces and their hair.
I have now with me a brand new telescope; we are hoping for something new, the eternal hope,
Hey guys, I've been going through ups and downs lately in what exactly I want out of my poetry. Call it a long overdue period of artistic growth/wandering/whatever. Here's a poem from a new series, then. Enjoy!
spies in the field: gilded
it is we who don masks and take away the cigarettes from a parlor
and suggest a sip of coffee with a dark glance. the half-moon circles under a waitress’ eyes
is not enough to riot.
we think of overturning our secret disguise and go around bragging.
a car upturns down the boulevard and the city reminds us that
Hey guys, finally, some poetry from ol' Christopher Rufflebottom. This is one of two poems I wrote on the fourth of July. Happy birthday, America, you fuck! Long live rock and roll! To read the other companion poem to this, check out: bohococo.blogspot.com. Baklava!
it’s my country’s birthday today.
bless you in five ways, oh America:
bake those apples in clove and dump cinnamon on their hides;
catch a horse and attach beer bottles to its black mane;
tumble a firework stand in dust and run it raw with red meat;
heckle a spectacle and kick it over a car tire;
be bold and shoot your gun into the supple sky.
there-in now we all feel awkward and just, we have baseball and we have sex and we have our
Here is the final page from the Boho Coco performance at Co-Lab! Thanks for staying with and lookout, cause finally there'll be posts of different content! Hooray! Bastille Day! Also, Co-Lab is the fucking place to be, so don't forget. Cool.