November 2006

Post no bills

by zero/of/the/day November 30, 2006

The wind is blowing again lately. I can tell because I see the trees bending and the leaves flying. Also, the trash around my ankles twirls more when it’s gusty. I can see the holes in my head and heart making shadows on the floor. I see the little shapes dance around the corners. When [...]

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cannusee

by nonstop November 30, 2006

I see. I see when. I see when all of. I see when all of the evil. I see when all of the evil collides. I believe that all energy abides. I’m aware that i’m inclined to lie. I’ll suceed when I begin to try. You’re welcome to believe in what I say. I’m gonna say [...]

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Passage to the Lump

by JackDeadmen November 29, 2006

I caught the little bastards fucking again. I have the proof in my pockets: two pieces in my pants, one in my jacket, and the rest in the glovebox of my car – perhaps not a pocket, but the thing inside will never know; beyond its balled and twisted fate it musn’t know much, directions [...]

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Day 246 on the Ground

by LeftHook November 29, 2006

What’s left of this diamond-crusted dream set out upon some time ago, but a fickle folly, a libation of lemon, a jaded joke? Dreams were what we all had . . . a world of imagination, where anything was possible (somewhere a soothing voice says “as long as you put your mind to it”). My childhood, sitting [...]

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by nonstop November 29, 2006

Tell me your story. Test me so I know if i’m plugged in. I swear this time I won’t let my eyes wander. From your left eye to your right. From there to your mouth. A mouth moving with naked purpose. I promise not to meander much further. Just a bit lower. To the concave [...]

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Incantational Praise

by BillyPilgrim November 28, 2006

Laying in the tall wild grass, gazing baron branches decorate illuminated moon Nocturnal birds mating mid-flight, un-caring witnesses witness upon fluttering chef-d’oeuvre Clouds pass like elongated phalanges, gripping brisk all-knowing universe above Sharp crests on the eve of Autumn, whaling spiritual renditions of christ-buddah-allah Southeastern flow of the Mekong, emptying beatific waters outward Dza-chu-Dza-chu Poor [...]

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When we become what we ate………………

by zero/of/the/day November 28, 2006

Gather ’round, friends and foes, to the end of an era. Gone are the days of fixing faucets. Aren’t you tired of spending those long nights gluing broken hunks of porcelain back together? Me too! But what other choice do we have? If there was a magic fix-it wrench, wouldn’t we have been overmarketed and [...]

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Steps… I know more steps.

by besatree November 28, 2006

life and… my legs are sore. of stairs the up going am I upright. walk me Watch

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unborn

by nonstop November 28, 2006

An incomplete division of us. It’s teeth on the surface of my brain. Softly gnawing at the backside. Thirsty for the sweat on my brow. One constant caress. I am swaddling for this cosmic shiver. Vibrating at the speed of hot. Burning to set my skin on fire. A full body phantom itch. The memory [...]

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by nonstop November 27, 2006

Congratulations on your full grown crop. You reaped the benefits of our labor. Spying the sweaty goings on of the hive. Sneaking tastes of the peoples reciepe for freedom. Good on you, secret hater. You must be proud of the steps you’ve followed in. The shoulders you’ve layed your elitists hanky on to tip toe through the [...]

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Desperation / Asphyxiation

by JackDeadmen November 27, 2006

Desperation / Asphyxiation / They congregate in social masturbation to watch the clown light himself on fire … again … happens every year and you can set your grandfather’s watch to it, the one that ticks ticks ticks inside the otherwise silent coffin. God I wonder how he is and what he looks like, because [...]

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If I knew the first word, I know I Could Find My Way To The Final Word.

by JackDeadmen November 27, 2006

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At one with machines

by JoeSmith November 27, 2006

Programmable settings.  Do this; do that. Enter all variables.  Still too precise. Check all gauges.  Arms flail saying nothing. Press lifts, inhale. Expel fluid.  Lubricate. Press falls, exhale.

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Unspoken words

by LeftHook November 27, 2006

What happens to all the things left unsaid? The things you thought of for brief glittering moment, only to be forgotten and shed like flashbulbs of a photo journalist?  Sure for a while, they get stored in your bank of useless knowledge, filed under “S” for “stupid shit you thought was better left unsaid.”  But like [...]

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Open Me

by besatree November 26, 2006

Sometimes…. distance is calculated by the atmosphere. Surroundings can engulf you, or you can soak them in. I laid on the concrete out front for 45 minutes, left with my silence. Attempts to control impulses left me breathless and sore. Inhale plaster, exhale asbestos. I concede to being a walking anthrax scare.

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Wind up my brain.

by besatree November 25, 2006

In the full parking lots, I observe micro-consumer activity. In the empty parking lots, I observe nothing. It’s all the same. On the way to the next, the consideration of the mood is a must. Hope the weather stays cool, preferences have windows up while smoking. Some lots for 10 minutes, some for and hour. Either way… [...]

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Thanksgiving Haiku

by nonstop November 23, 2006

Happy turkey day. L-tryptophan is a bitch. Yawn. Save me some pie.

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by nonstop November 23, 2006

A boy sits in a desolate field on the African plains. His mother is in the village. His father has insisted that he wait, alone, while the tribesmen hunt and forage. He is frightened. Hugging his knees, he rocks back and forth to the sound of the wind. The birds. His heart. The orchestra of [...]

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spitting while talking

by nonstop November 23, 2006

I don’t know and if I did I would forget with a quickness. Tired of lying in the fetal fold-up of fate. Strech it. Strain me. Serve yourself the healthiest slice of a pretentious pastery. Thick and rich enough to make me swallow hard. Wind pipe swollen enough to promise an eternal diet of pea [...]

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Love Haiku

by MortRainey November 22, 2006

fuck this shit, i’m tired. i do not know what i did. happy thanksgiving.

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