End Times #10(click to download)

End Times #9(click to download)

posts from beyond this dimension

Hey guys, I am writing to you now (yes now; as you read this post you will time travel to the ever-present now) at ACC Rio Grande Campus because my home internet connection is being a crummy friend. Anyway, Jeff's taking the reins of post master general for the week (and be assured once my connection is restored you will see plenty of video posts from me to make up for my week of laise faire), so I thought I'd give him a round of hearty applause and also (to use a phrase from my dear old friend Harold) "hit you cats with something." I'm making this up right now (now now now! the ever present now!) in a computer lab. And yes the lighting is neon. And yes I still haven't eaten dinner. Call it commitment (or call it desire). Boho Coco!


the residence of Charlotte R. Gregson

Charlotte
R.
Gregson
who had fallen in love
near to the middle
of her twenties
idled past the grocery store in an ancient
station wagon
and wagged her fingers at the mail man.

"I who have been loved have
known great pleasure,"
she moaned,

and drove into a red fire hydrant.
her high beams kicked
from the collison
and

her teeth sprayed out in rainbow.
the mail man
replied, "I who have been loved
have
been in ditches and trenches kissing
the wicked wings of dead sparrows."

he, jagged in jaw and
rigid in pants,
continued on his walk past Charlotte
R. Gregson's
residence and tossed her mail
into a trash can.

End Times #8(click to download)

End Times #7(click to download)

End Times #6(click to download)

After the wild weekend of poetry parties arties music and group unity I bring the sixth section of “End Times” to you followers of the blog. I know it is an ominous beginning to this short work week, but after all the darkness clears light shall be seen once again.

Thanks to Domy Books...

Sat. night was a success! To all youz kids who came for the poetry and stayed for the fun, we say thanks. We here at austinnewblog and publishers of Boho Coco want to say thanks to Domy man R.E. for use of the fantastic east side bookstore/gallery. We have new ideas bubblin' in our brains inspired by our night of words and music. We also want to say hello to new friends and future collaborators. Video from Sat. night will be posted in the coming weeks so stay tuned for new work and the new ideas.

The Electric Lute Serenade

Playing the strangled string outside
While Fry St. tumbles in beards
Lonesome nights smoke homeless kings
Kissing and hugging and choking on a tied up larynx

Sure is beautiful tonight you say
Singing the electric lute serenade
Get in close to the one you love
And bite down on the skinny grenade

Sprung blossoms torpedo the sunshine
Fleshy fresh rain on display
Boy meets girl and tips his hat
To pretty faces wondering where their bodies went astray

Sure is beautiful tonight you say
Singing the electric lute serenade
Get in close to the one you love
And bite down on the skinny grenade