Thursday, April 24, 2014

Kainos and Disabled: Our Holocene as Gümüş Kol



the supremes of noise
are my chipmunks' faucet's
farrago



babylove
my babylove
ooo ooo ooo
the pirate had a metal mechanical arm
and was the slayer of muslims
and christians both



he was hunted down
by privateers
in the algerian desert
in 1649



there are chipmunks living 
in your henna beards 
hipsters
the supremes of noise



holocene
Omar Qaddaffi
shaved squirrels cage



a url
by a baked adobe' wall
babylove
my ai rubber food tool


ooo ooo
babylove
my long stone stool
is following me
to pamper hammocks
underground
is sleep happy surgery


this mechanical turk arm
has stayed alive all these years
plugged into the wall
playing supremes albums
for cheese
in a barrel of shaved henna squirrels


right away
i knew we would be friends
dean martin
descended from the windy ethiopian plains
and beside the tiny url ouija
and vests of cotton balls
the last pekingese on earth
chased out into the algerian desert
by metal arm girl child falconeers


smoothies
under the reign of beethoven


the mentats drained something on my shoe


i came unmoored and began to drift
away from the colossal pantagruelian kennedy
my knitted was warm
the winter
like a juice harp nose hair plucking
bernie madoff with metal smoothie hands
spinning the supremes
in the algerian desert

VISIT THE ROMAN RUINS
AT TRIPOLI


charcoal
is made from dead stuff
once wine was mixed with sea water
in wooden bowls
the music of the hagfish

saint john the leninist
religion ideology assasination insanity and art
all roled up
in one conversation
about conversation
converting 
communication
into transformation
for metal arms

dreamin my life away
oooo ooo oo
babylove


you can't judge a book
by its frankenstein


poetry hides the trauma inside the vase
renders the vase lovely
immortal and invincible
and makes of us
ontological cartoons
fulfilling the prophecy
of gap-antics


i could've hired a heretic to do this
but then I'd cease to be
the supreme noise
of the universe


santa claus
nude
with the shadow elves
surfing ouija urls


you've come a long way baby


but did you get that far?



yonder
the supreme noise wakes
its burden wafting up
like blankets of metal arms
bernie madoff's head
sewn onto the body of a little girl
an algerian pyrite
the game led off at once
a combination
of yard darts
and old fashioned bell candles
the gap's equality
is never parallel 
but always 
para


today i am a pirate
tomorrow
a sea horse
and the hose i toe
spews a thinking code
even my ink has a cunning bacteria
if you believe it 
john lenin religion ideology insanity assassination


i'll let you touch my metal arms
my woodwind bassoon arms
if you'll drop the cargo of genitals 
your great sea turtle carries
leonardo davinci
was full of sea genitals
dancing


if you've always had a problem
you'll never have one now
that being said
let's chase a pekingese


really?
in flatbush?


and if you need money or food
just flex your metal digits
and pyrite squirrels
will come running from your pubic beards
to shave the ouija urls
down to their root address
where the farrago begins


royal college!


and gravity is the beard
i dance on
ooo oooo ooo
baby dove
my baddy blood
missed kissin ya
o all i do is screach and fight
and all i do is hiss the white


starbbblle bladdrer rain
shower
reign
shower
this chisel is a bent index
a prison 
of its own
rewards


now
you will associate
negative-epistemology
with shakuhachi
and nocturnal indigo
bonfires
on the plain

"?why have you taken my metal arms?"

falconers
with the heads
of pekingese
and the bodies
of ragusan
sailors