Thursday, December 16, 2010

A Bear Is A Man Who Made A Choice

On top of the nation cold winter's night
A hyped ceremony tears underway
Please understand now is the time to fight
Your glimmer has a shadow on this day
Alienation and a growing divide
You are in power out of the side car
Use an iron fist force them to abide
Be forceful with friends of a northern star
Grand Oppressed Patrons need not belong
Those red barons do what you have to do
Stand ground be more than man the oval strong
Like the past acronymed men before you--
Show the people you really do care
They exit stage left pursued by a bear.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Requiem for Edward Halloween

Beauty is in the eye of the bee holder.
Going to college for Civil Injun ears.
I'm not the first to have a heart attack at age 10.
It's the irony of walking out into the rain.
To wish a temporary goodbye to a paraplegics missing limbs.
The vegan uses a trident for the dinner salad.
Sorry I can't eat ostrach h'orderves,
Sorry I only use bar soap,
Sorry I'm a vegan.

Boastful days for rigor mortis
energy sparks the trigger tortoise.
received email lemme forward this:

"This is to officially inform you that Visa Card has been accredited in your favor. Visa Card Value with $1 Million. You are advice to contact our affiliate courier company, this funds would be made available to you through your iKoebobo Visa card. This is iKoebobo promo foundation set up to better lot of email holders. Is promo based on electronic mail which are selected at random through computer program. Your email id attach to ticket no 88 emerged as one of 10 lucky winners of iKoebobo visa card. You big winner boy. You do great job. I so proud. I so proud. I so proud of you boy. 

Contact: Mr John Fred on behalf of Edward Halloween 
Tel:+234 8164293557 (funny it doesn't look jewish) 
We have concluded plans to deliver this card to you as soon as possible.
You are to send us the following details:
Roger Federer Mulan--DELIVERY ADDRESS:
Well i already have plenty of clothes on--HOME PHONE:
Nothing, not for sale--CELL PHONE:
They don't let us have phones in jail--COUNTRY:
Civil Injun earsSEX:
I'm not the first to have a heart attack--
I hope you understand the content of these email, We look forward to hearing from you soon. This is big important, so hurry up because we have your million dollars hanging above a pit of Vegan dog hybrids.  

Funds Remittance Department
Director Of Foreign Operations"

I press sends
to make amends 
with my new friend Edward Halloween.
I roger Federer Mulan 
entered a world not far begone. 
Halloween and Mulan 
like Frog and Toad
as the kiddies on the play yard sing their songs: 
"I walk the lonely road. 
The only road that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes, but it's only me to me and I walk alone."
I walk alone
in my earphones.
saying the words that I have known.
Three men I don't condone.
Pull on the sweater, watch it unsewn. 
And as I ponder on the gravestone,
I read aloud what is shown.

"Here lies a man of great dignity,
an infantry of a healthy fig tree.
Died from a robber, a thief, a baron of man.
At age 73 fell asleep in the bathtub. 
Lemme put this bluntly,
Awoke with one kid knee.
No, not a kidney, the human organ participating in renal physiology.
Like an preadolescence joint that assists in walking.
He fell asleep and went into a murderous sleepwalking state
a draped in nothing but a bath robe,
welding a pizza cutter,
visiting the school yard
where the I walked alone.
Grasping my neck, 
squeezing me with his frail hands 
and with a burning passion from within!
I say,
ZOMBIE ZOMBIE! What have you God I sacrifice my body and soul, I've paid my indulgences. I've paid my time. I've paid my spirits. I worship you daily! I read scriptures and pray ever day and this is it God! This is your bidding! Zombies with pizza cutters! Damn you God! You tricky son of a bitch! You're twisted mind intertwining with insignificant individuals! You allow me to sbmit myself to you dear Lord and you repay me with a zombie pizza cutter! How dare you do this to me! For all I have done for you! You ought not have done this! You are God! You are better than this! I can't stand this situation! A zombie pizza cutter for Christ's sake! You no good pillock,
as he saws of my leg like a Tony's Pepperoni. 
I lay alone on the yard and this sick man with his sick kicks nestles my lower leg into his robe and walks alone. 
The trance like state is terminated as he reenters the tub  with my knee.
Luckily, for me, my principal received word of the incident follows the trail of my preadolescence blood back to the assisted living complex and stabs him in the chest forty times. I guess that's why they call em princi-pal!

The rain begins to mix with my tears,
covers the gravestone I wrote myself for my good friend. 
I choke back as I read the final line.
R.I.P. Edward Halloween

Thursday, October 28, 2010

“my wheel ate my back pack for a trented bear”

all it does is go around.
with a small sniff of the ear.
He only plays to win the game.
Something is not matching up hear.
doused in a seductive shame
knowledge is to conquer fear.
comeon make it one more year!

It died when i was 14.
she was born in the 1800s.
she died in 98.
which 98?
theres one 98 every 100.
So when you say 98,
you assume my domain is in
the 98 that your 98 is in.
In Every 100 is one 98
within an infinite domain of 100s.
So when you say 98,
you are referring to an infinite amount of numbers.
98 is every number.
Don't tell me 98.
give me a real number.
Give me every number.
98 is every number.

system dot out dot print line

Dear Mr.Burma STOP
I will be visiting your house this Sunday for tea STOP
now that you live alone, I may bring my pups STOP
one is three STOP
one is five STOP
one is two STOP
and the rest are 98 STOP
The weather is supposed to be nice
so let's sip outside STOP
Tim Murchison is in from Australia STOP
He's an advocate of child labour and illicit arms STOP
Not like those kind of arms. STOP
like fire arms STOP
not like those kind of fire arms STOP
like like like STOP
Just don't forget to bring your kids and bring your guns STOP
Sincerely, Mr. Myanmar

Monday, October 25, 2010

"Broadmore" a compliation of pieces by F.Zappa and Angus O'Reily O'Patrick Maginny

burnt wind 
heart stinks 

The blahhhaa was bitten by large brothers sails who cares now it is light.

"Alone in his hiss laboratory of his wishes Mr.Pue minces among bad bat and gerabome, spinnies of murdering herbs, and prepares to compound for Mrs.Pue a venomous porage hither to unknown to toxicologist which will stall then vibrate thought her till her ears fall off like figs, her toes grow big and black as balloons and steam comes screaming out of her naval" 
I want a garden.
I want a garden where the flowers have no flowers
I want a garden where the trees have no leaves.
I want a garden where the weeds don't even grow.
I want a garden.
I want my garden.
I want the garden where there are no colors.
I want to water that garden.
I'll garden that with my tears.
Want that garden was the trees, with the leaves.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The, Hostile Spy.

Hanging from the totem pole is a red or yellow horsetail.
This is the Grand Medicine Scalp of the band.
The Hostile spy has to capture it.
the leader goes around on the morning of the day and whispers to the various braves
"Look out- there's a spy in camp."
"Look out- there's a spy in camp."
"Look out- there's a spy in camp."
At length he goes secretly near the one he has selected for spy and whispers,
"Look out- there's a spy in camp. And you are it!"
He gives him at the same time some bright colored badge that he must wear as soon as he secured the Medicine Scalp.
He must not hide the scalp on his person, but in keep it in view.
He has all day till sunset to get away with it.
If he gets across the river or another limit, with arrows in close pursuit, they give him ten arrowheads, or another ransom agreed on. If he gets away and safety hides it, he can come back and claim fifteen arrowheads from the Council as ransom for the scalp.
He stalks the Grand Medicine Scalp.
The band disperses in certainty.
With steps of a warrior and mind of a magi,
and knowledge of the law of the land
the heathen greets his God.
The scalp in his possession, securely fashioning on his bright colored badge in confident haste.
A trumpet call in the distance.
The braves trespassed braves marathon the Grand Medicine.
A slight thought is a waste of time.
The brush he falls behind
glancing at the sky
30 degrees, one hour until cockshut time.
Desperate search for the river
North is North and West is North and South is East and North is East and South is West and West is West and North is South and East north West is South North West where East is Southbound West of North.
Lamb Chop goes.
Braves welding torches and pitchforks.
He egresses density to the Valley of Lauterbrunnen.
Blinds are closing on the day and the braves will push for only some time.
He needs a place to spend the harsh darkness.
Up on the crimson bluffs, a hatchway cave portal.
To him a home, a life saver, a dream preserver.
Scaling up the loose rock tripping and falling, falling and tripping.
The braves in Lauterbrunnen unaware of the superhuman signature.
The opening digests the tired spy.
Safe for the night a breath of relief.
Within the moments of serenity a noise,
He's lost in his own mind.
He hears in now, louder this time.
Crude steels, strange glues
He gets up to test his own curiosity.
It looks like an ice box for the turn of the century.
Last century that is.
Testing his own curiosity, he strikes one of them.
Awkwardly Bulky, but unusually strong.
He lifts the box, but his weary arms succumb.
This time with all his will, his efforts thus far, all his hopes for escape he tries again.
One... Two... Three... A sudden epiphany.
There lie three dormant robot cavemen.
Prototypes of their kind.
An unknown history of the German Nazi's sharing a cave with him.
In the late 1930s, the Nazi's successfully established a rudimentary time machine.
So rudimentary that every man sent through time was never heard from again.
Nomads of space and time, strangers everywhere and home nowhere.
The Nazi's were in fact successful in sending back materials and objects.
Dr. Hubertus Strughold's work in the space medical field led him to create the first “robots”,
the nearest alternative to a human to send through time.
Dr. Strughold took full advantage his “Holdbots” in 1939.
After years of calculating and experiments he executed his ultimate plan for Nazi domination.
He would send an army of dormant “Holdbots” to 1885 into the caves in Switzerland.
There they would sit and remain untouched until 1942.
Where they would rise up from hibernation, and destroy the pro-allied Swiss from the inside out, giving the Nazi's the advantage necessary to prove world dominance.
The spy unaware of the “Holdbots” importance kicks one.
a sharp pain crawls up his leg. Broken foot.
The kangaroo still hops with a blister.
He is too tired to enrage.
But to inquisitive to give up.
He reaches into his pack, a handkerchief tied to a walking stick.
The now fully behind the mountains, he scrambles to find his only possessions.
A lit match lights his flare revealing his only possessions:
a match box, ten arrowheads, bread, and a canteen filled with cranberry juice.
Turing back around, to more dormant boxes appear.
He limps forward, almost as if he was a brave and the robots were himself.
Around the turn.
He is awestruck.
The light with the flare exposes the enormous cave stadium.
Below hundreds of thousand of untouched metal boxes.
One thousand by one thousand lined up praying to Mecca.
The Robots so unnatural and frightening, the smell of metal and cheesy wreaks the hall.
Out of fear he combines the bread and red juice in his bottle and places the flare inside.
“By the Grace of God!”
the bottle soars throw the air like a dove.
The bottle unsettlingly without warning strikes a helpless sleeping robot.
Bursts into flames, igniting the next and the next and the next and the next
the scene in the cave reminds him of two great cities in flames.
Exploding metal melting and pillaging fires rage.
He can't stand the heat and leaves the kitchen.
Outside the cave, the inferno of Pompeii continuous.
The flames light the face of the spy, highlighting his bright colored badge.
The braves camped at the bottom of the mountain make the assent for the spy.
He has nowhere left to go.
He watches the fire and the exploding metals and feels the heat on his scared face.
He does not have his bread and drink.
He can only think, arguing diligently with his eighty voices.
Who did I hurt?
Was this an act of a coward or a hero?
Did I do the right thing?
Was it worth it?
The deed is done and the only way he can look is forward.
The braves 20 meters down, he surrenders himself.
He a sneed smirk the leaders grabs his neck,
“The buck stops here, Hostile Spy”
He silently agrees knowing this could be the end.
He knows what he did.
And he knows he must wage war with the Eastern Braves.
The scalp still in the cave.
His life still in the hands of another.
If he is caught, he pays his captor 10 arrow heads, ransom for his life.
Dedicated to Truman, Harry S.

Monday, October 11, 2010

“Darkness Inspires Cheers [part two]”

In a world of darkness,
In a primitive new time
one few could bring lightness
to make the Earth Shine!
Some of the bravest men
are the world explorers
a glottalization omen
will confront all horrors.
The English begun
Drake, Raleigh,
Cabot, and Hudson
discovering secrets of the marine
all for Her Majesty the Queen.
The Spanish, brutal conquistadorro
Columbus, De Soto, Cortes, Pizarro
Cruel and breakneck
conquered the Inca and Aztec.
The French were not as insane
Joliet, Marquette, and Champlain
Going North to Canada
with a French vendetta.
But the best were not these,
the best were Portuguese.
Magellan went the world round!
Unfortunately he drowned.
The man who was full of drama
known better as Vasco de Gama.
Don't forget Bartolomeu Dias and Cabral
There's too many to name them all!
Remember when you go to the zoo,
or buy shampoo, or paddle a canoe,
or eat tofu, or Play Clue, or drink a brew,
or fix your hairdo, or throw horseshoe,
or hang out with your nephew,
or sneeze in a tissue.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

"The Room" Poetical Adaptation

Embracing the entire living space
revealing the gift of a red dress
confused by the look on her face
Denny enters forcing the lot to progress.
"I'm sleepy, nap time" forges the couple.
two's great but three's a crowd.
buying them eight minutes to fondle. 
morning alarm clock is loud. 
shot of trolley downtown. 
come to the couch now sit down.
buying a house, boring is he,
I can't talk now i am busy.
the music, sexy dress, the wine.
it really takes no Einstein. 
strokes of the beard hairs,
doin it on the spiral stairs. 
didnt see you there,
oh hai doggy 
you cant drink this you must be crazy
but tommy beware
after you make love to her
a strike moral defines 
definitely have breast cancer.
now he's seeing dollar signs. 
chocolate is the symbol of love 
forgotten underwear above. 
hey look it's full house
mom i need a new spouse
where's my money?
why are you ganging up on me?
Denny thats not something you do!
what do you mean i just saw you?
deep conversations on a rooftop suite
beat her up so bad ended up in a hospital on Guerrero street.
you're my best friend and I love Lisa so much,
thanks you paying my tuition and such. 
sharing secrets from the heart
Lisa you are tearing me apart!
Do you understand life? 
There goes my future wife...
panoramic of golden gate bridge
a football scrimmage 
chilling in the alley 
look there's mark, say hi,
underwear man
pushed into a garbage can. 
secrets you can't believe you are hearing!
i will record everything!
not the ideal tech user
talking life with Peter. 
Bay to Breakers is a fun heap
Cheeeep Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheeep Cheeeeeep
Peter quit playing shrink
I'm busy, do you want a drink?
He knows what you're trying to hide
Just hold him over the side. 
Hey nice tux,
look at the babyface,
landing on his buttocks 
maybe shoes he should re-lace.
One medium chocolate,
Sit down, we'll be with  you in one minute. 
Tommy is such a sneaky snake.
You interested in some cheesecake? 
More of lisa's horseplay.
Another shot of the SanFran Bay.
Golden Gate park at 6:30.
Are you trying to make my house dirty?
Running up and down the stairs, 
Lisa sharing her despairs. 
Claudette is so very wise,
Happy Birthday Johnny Surprise! 
a party filled with fanfare!
Hey everybody let's go outside for some fresh air.
You planned this all along
Get on with the plot, dont prolong!  
Enter's the mysterious prophet!
keep your stupid comments in your pocket!
You invited all my friends, good thinking!
party moves on with more bad acting. 
I feel like I'm sitting on an atomic bomb waiting for it to go off. 
Inside, a Johnny and Mark standoff. 
I fed up with this WHIRL!
Forced in the bathroom because of this girl. 
multiple anger attacks
paired with sexual flashbacks
toss tv's out windows
countless other things he throws. 
God Forgive me!
Why oh why tommy! 

Friday, October 1, 2010

From Spanish 'buscar', which is of unknown origin in that language

And only to begin the adventure again.
You reflect, nothing is the same as it once was different
ten to fifty years with the unenumerated fines
cycles repeat, again we are where we were
the cards run dry, material ideals cure the unworthy soul
with a few in the drive way a new addiction appears
a dutch colonial holds about 8 comfortably
it falls together and the family settles
a new perspective, new people
external loci litters the brain
strange it seems like yesterday you were out
going by, expanding the mind
the days, weeks, months, fortnights, years, decade.
My uncle owns a few wagons, and kennels
you mind if I join along?
It's a decent start,
better than what we have now.
Lease a leash for unleashed logs
after the night because of the night,
new thoughts appears
not a bumble bee and deniablely no turtle
another clug for mr. brug
shifting mindsets provide new outlooks
vertical vertical horizontal vertical
mixed with elder and young, a triangle taste.
The beat is flemish.
It lacks fear, it lacks phobia.
You've never not wanted to be hear.
Blueberry painted walls.
Gingerbread scents float from persons
stools occupied by friendly personalities
mustached host warms the rooms with laughter
waitresses with her hair down long volume-ist
oak tainted doors provide a fresh entrance
after a 40 minute drive they arrive
new beginning, time to start again
the crayons are lost for speech
the news is the immediate lack of income
careful words besides a nostalgic reminiscent
call is urgent, a Nessie advise from an old friends
greets with a salutation
the phone rings like a twindle
the new three four,
the ol' one two
the rhino guy is immune at penury
talking upright, but sing energy
but haps pay off
I hear you actually do stuff
hardly a yoga class
experimenting with minds and bodies
over and over and over and over
perils of punishment
he;s mad, a mad stein.
I wish I was sitting next to Pat.
ecstasy remnants of Faulkner latch key kiddies
coughing up a Washington
the letters didn't fill in.
lack of beat is a nothingness beat.
Couldn't move to the beat.
Didn't work, it had no beat.
He tried before with carbon monoxide.
Night in lonely eights, suicidal thoughts
not his crowd but surely his people
the city calls him midgets transsexuals
done with horses, he's moved on.
Kerosene starts young, when he was 18.
still following through with the numbers and coins.
Emancipating the addiction.
Lady in the car, man it filling
boy in the kitchen, girl in the bedroom
the Rosecrans have none left
most of the time is a waste.
Never pays off
43 42 41 20 17 33
mr. Rosecrans plays every-week in need of crave
I met back in Milwaukee
resembling that flappy eared man
all gone! Washed away! In need of clean!
The rain has perished the cuticles of men
Ahh Gary! Look at your hair!
Parks and streets of lowly meadows.
Quantum cries, pasture meadow.
Progress means external watersides.
Work on your damn bicycle!
Is to be along, not harry's uncle
subdivides the main intention, to move along
dark eyed, powerless, blue pants, melato lines
dash dash dash dot dash dot dot dot
the Morse code of waring confederates
flying up, up, up, up, up,
but the city is filled
it haunts the theories.
Universes collide in the subtle ways
about four. As come to music to magic.
Sallys draws not just two
everyone in our class would draw pictures
emergency exit lift this bar
you don;t have to be rich, but you need a pulse
the primitive victory stand to common man
the foot stand
from saul to paul and sinners to winners
flowing slowly from wall to wall
master Jackson swifter the ends
looking for the hardwood floors
windows in the house.