Thursday, February 3, 2011

Berth of a Gnashin'



It was not our fault we had this
garage happening. When the demon
head headbelly hill bell ominously
yukata olive paste totally
truth wawa pedal hyphenaut
peed bread

rubber wound bats spock bach

spock bach
like soft tidal 1970's dam walks

all along the wasser front
its ivory and underground city
grown from a modified animal socket
toward its all encompassing

curly genie shoe lamp-oon

dry poon hump moon
is sun
you political finally
while rotting into space gnarl
goingly
like whoosh

wow. garage is totally venison in the rough
peed. hop-to fluorescent poster parlor
imagine hubble bubble
partial velvet of le chat.

No matter what girly.
And by that it means
hellbelly garage smoke publications.

Can you decide
high powered nozzle
invocation?

Imagine nozzle array.
Nozzle array tiara.
tiered tiara nozzle array.
a ray of tiered tiara nozzle arrays
each
to ray on
through all spazz and tim

tiny rebuttal.

the magus
of garage happenings
is small

harshly defining
refreshments

and wilting unable
to procure
the things you need
to survive
the final cataclysm,

it's sound.

3 comments:

  1. Spock bach and tuna talk please me no end. As always, thanks.

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  2. 333,
    I am just lucky to have such a nice fan! just not used to it.

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  3. I bet you have lots of nice fans. It's a privilege to have such professional stuff to gawk at. Aw, no, I just leaned in something very ucky (a little stick covered with fresh pipe goo, in fact). Anyway, I'm not much of an art critic, but I enjoy your work (what a thing to say! but i am too tired to successfully rephrase; just please do take that the right way). I am certainly not capable of extracting a lot of the meat from it sometimes - I have a very deficient education in most respects - but I often glean pleasure here, and occasionally find myself really stunned by something larger. Plus, anywhere that has an imagined mandala of tattooed Popeye arms around a can of spinach is the place to be just then.

    I've written all my mainly wasted life, and always kind of slept on the doorstep of commitment, while wandering from shitty job to shitty job and wrecking relationships. Now that things have changed situationally (basically, I live alone on an island and am heavily medicated, instead of like before), I'm enjoying the learning experience of exploring other people's work. There is a hell of a lot of it out here!


    the captcha was vile: cremess

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