Friday, January 23, 2015




DON'T BEAK A GIFT HEARSE IN THE MOUNT!


what original mind
would say that a line
that caused so much feeling
should suffer

when you suffer not
the complainte of meaning
then and only then
will the yodeling protoctistan mirror saints
attend your 
champaigne barmitzva scrotum table cloth
with their houndstooth
tongue butler roman sandal biscuit
romance


a large heavy rock
will certainly put an end
to your brother's supernatural whining
which should quiet your dreams enough
to see the transparent capricorn fish's
nicotine vagina horn
dogs wearing mink stoles
backpackers in jeopardy
and transsexuals being birthed
from fallen goat rugs

now be a good lad
and play your sword flute
for old Jambidvupta


Most excellent granny,
Penelope's many suitors
are wrestling in the plaza.

Serve them poisoned gruel
and we'll have dog food 
for the winter.

Yes Granny.


TV said if I did drugs
I'd be stuck at home
doing nothing in my pyjamas.
I'm glad I turned out to be a drug
stuck at home
doing nothing in my pyjamas


a car lighter
sheeps
the sheffield green
grey


ideologies
are demons
that inhabit
the post-classical
mutation space

bardo-beasts
of the mirrored picasso hell humanism paradox

true human time
ended
in the classical periods.


these sheep drift
into the shadow of cerberus
whose third head
is a hops flower
hung low
on a lute string


i can't bear my monstrous shadow anymore
if I quiet my mind enough maybe I can see the transparent capricorn fish's
nicotine vagina horn


Samuel Beckett
changed
into
an Elephant.


as satan
my lonely yodeling
bounds through space
in a windy gristle

in spring
the butterflies will return


there's nothing left for me anymore here
except infinite potential
on an immortal plain of inconceivable joy


AGENTS OF THE CLASSIC
UNITE!


You should be an agent of the Classics, Robothi!


Every proportion is designated
by a divine transcendent principle.
Thomas Pynchon
is Mercury's Jack-o-Lantern


In life I was the preface
to a yodeling manual,
and in death
I yodel.


I told you to sign in at the desk before you visited the skull gallery!


In in any event, the human image itself, like God,
HAS driven man insane, which if not exactly proving the existence of God,
at least proves the divinity of man,
for Satan yodeling in the Classical period
through a transparent nicotine vagina horn.


If Syntaxis is the body of the divine syntagma,
I need to be ever vigilant
to maintain my cells!


What the fuck is it?
Can't tell. I think it may be a giant unthinking post-classical mutation zone,
or a robotic cigarette vagina.


I think you look a little more Kurt Vonnegut playing Abdul Alhazred in a post-classical nicotine patch called BELIAL!


gritty
1970's
conceptualism
was the last gasp
of the classical.


and then a fiery spermatazooon
replaced the flower emblem
that the yodelling satan clone had made
on the surface of the milk lake
high on mount sumeru


I'm spraying my photons
all over you.


DON'T BEAK A GIFT HEARSE IN THE MOUNT!



Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Rainbow Sun Francks Receives Medical Care At The Atlantis Base



Some days I just feel like an aging jewish mother;
Thinking, thinking,
about finding a nice young academic
to marry my poetry off to
before it gets too old
to klondike the rich and incandescent squalor
of its red and lacy lungs.
They are cows. We are pigs.
Who will wooley the swift
and darn the strange sockling?
Pierre Bismuth.
If only someone would make a fist of their head
to paper the bulb.
Let it be Rainbow Sun Francks.




Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The Death of Paola Mori



The wending tale of Igor's campaign
had been over but a year
and here the strange twins are seen
attempting to stuff their pockets with peppercorns
as the rotund pepperpot expends its final gyre
with a chime
for there are catholic aristocrats
and catholic aristocrats
and they are often quite different things
and what of it
children are everywhere
groping cameras before their beloved chimeras
hulks of rock made bewildering shadows

now of course
this poem
isn't about a canary
but poetry
Rosebud O Rosebud
Bice di Folco Portinari
who of course conveys
the secret meaning that you play
the banker father and the banker mother
the swerve or dive
amid the gamboling lucre

some say the gold that reigns
remains transcendent
while others
say nothing
and still others mumble on
messy Mori Bice Maurice Bessy memento

Et in Arcadia ego
the promising spoor
a little blackberry
the sweet darkness
a cloying obscuritas





UNUOMO A META




The gigantes and cabezudos 
are beyond the shadow of a doubt
which takes the form 
of a pseudoepigraphical letter 
a spiral aitch key
supposedly stretching 
from Aristotle to Alexander the Great 
during his campaigns 
in Seleucid Persia.



Aristotle
like the Virgin Mary
stands upright sleeping
in every penguin
that surrounds the offering of flowers
to the universal living hospital
a single complex form
with fire inside
made of wet people
touching sharks
with their violins.



In the Valle de Hecho
snakes rummage
through hiss-queered herbs
the long story of tea in their teeth
is Pontius Pilate,
every head is a match struck coinage
in Zaragoza.



A tight sleep
as between two walls
turns to fabla
the Secretum Secretorum
of Roger Bacon's
cheeky quokedy
the cheekedy cathectody
the split key threnody
in which the shoof penguin
uses a rabbet plane
to gut the cooves of the colliseum 
for the Audis to fill
when they Bailey and Bedrock
and hold the blade down firmly 
to the body of the plane
the actor
the active agent which is itself
hallucinating.


Monday, January 19, 2015




Thursday, January 15, 2015

The World Emblem of Gilgamesh


scene: ancient sumeria or something

Gilgamesh is relaxing at home after a long journey of mourning
and long hard day of more of less absolute kingship


Enkidoo!
Well, I wish you would've called before you came over..


I came as fast as I could. Strangely enough the herb of immortality
grew right under my body and I guess it sort of resurrected me?
You feel like hanging out?



I was just doing some reading, nothing really,
COME ON IN!


Who's the dame, Gilg?

Oh. well, that's my new Queen
Cher of Zodd..


Now that I'm here, I'm not feeling so well.
That herb of Immortality seems to be doing
something else!


I know just what you mean.
This herb here is called Frank, and by that I mean
it told me its name was Frank.


No really I don't feel too good, wha~ What's that?!


Oh that's just a photo of you before you died! Not sure why the eyes are so big..


That is really freaking me out man!


My eye is really getting big!
It feels like my eye is the size of the whole world!



Take it easy Enkidoo!
I'll be back in a couple of hours, just like to get in 9 holes
while Queen Sure-Is-Odd
works on some dinner for us, or at least for herself,
but she always makes SOO MUCH!!
there's sure to be some left over
for us..
TAKE A NAP!


Enkidoo falls deeply asleep 
having arrived at the palace of the his friend
now King of all Sumeria
Gilgamesh, and falls immediately into a paroxysmal dream
of ecstasy dread and wonder..






This is me Enkidoo
dreaming of Gilgamesh.
Our friendship
is a child
viewing our backgammon game
from a balcony..




Ink can do any language
just about,,


traditions are streams of symbols
just like languages..


 “Tavern-keeper, should not my cheeks be emaciated?
Should my heart not be wretched, my features not haggard?
Should there not be sadness deep within me!
Should I not look like one who has been traveling a long distance,
and should ice and heat not have seared my face!
..., should I not roam the wilderness?
My friend, the wild ass who chased the wild donkey, 
   panther of the wilderness,
Enkidu, the wild ass who chased the wild donkey, 
   panther of the wilderness,
we joined together, and went up into the mountain.
We grappled with and killed the Bull of Heaven,
we destroyed Humbaba who lived in the Cedar Forest,
we slew lions in the mountain passes!
My friend, whom I love deeply, 
   who went through every hardship with me,
Enkidu, whom I love deeply, 
   who went through every hardship with me,
the fate of mankind has overtaken him.
Six days and seven nights I mourned over him
and would not allow him to be buried
until a maggot fell out of his nose.


and I am 
that sweet maggot!
and a joyful COSSACK!


Meanwhile..
Gilgamesh's golf game
isn't going so well..


I see it!



Enkidoo get up!
It's time to EAT!
Are you feeling any better??


I do believe
the herb of Immortality
has gone into some form of remission.
My hallucinations are growing more quiet..


Enkidoo!
I feel you!
But! But!
What about Gilgamesh!


Where there's time for death, there's time for love!
Fuck this place! It's stupid!


I remember it this way all my life
in pictures!



I'm hooooomme QUEEN!
How's Enkidoo??


I think he's out in the swamp rummaging in some of your old junk..


Here
I'll help you put away the dishes dear!


I really appreciate that!


'm off to bed dear.
I had to take care of Enkidoo
while you were weregolfing
with your pens..


Oh sure, yeah.. Gnight!

hmm, okay. let's see what we got to drink here..


This face is still sort of freaking me out..

Well then come in here and let me take the edge off
with SOME WRY!

ok Gilg..
It is so good to be home with you
my very best friend!
I love you man.

Hey man.
I love you too..