Lau
Theta planet
of Min'rals, where
the rivers are made of
sand and the trees are columns
of palest chromium, jutting from the
smooth or rugged soil just like a badass
bunch of tubular rods, making you look real
squat when you gaze into their round faces, this
is where I was savagely beaten for stuffing precious
ore into my breast pocket when under employment of J.B.Hartley.
January 10, 2011
primordial grill
I caterwauled between two lonely eagle
when a man gets lost in the suburb
Protecting his face with a mauled hand
prevent him from an inconvenient suburb-sunburn
"Who goes there" he yells occasionally
waking up from a sweaty sleep
He was dreaming of a man dreaming of a man
dreaming of a man dreaming of a man writing a book
about a man dreaming about a man reading a poem about
a man eating breakfast with three women who are each dreaming
about as many women and half again,
Then when he wakes up he peers over the infinite horizon into a sapphire gem of loneliness
and it seems, for one second, that he has transcended beyond the physical realm into a plane of soaring tranquility,
where the translucent snow makes everyone's face look like the moon, as they scramble up into conifers together, naked.
But then three more birds flow from his new-world
and they are the most beautiful parakeets he ever saw,
for they had red, green and gold feathers made of what looked like the finest silk,
almost as if it were oozing out of a pristine, primordial jelly.
when a man gets lost in the suburb
Protecting his face with a mauled hand
prevent him from an inconvenient suburb-sunburn
"Who goes there" he yells occasionally
waking up from a sweaty sleep
He was dreaming of a man dreaming of a man
dreaming of a man dreaming of a man writing a book
about a man dreaming about a man reading a poem about
a man eating breakfast with three women who are each dreaming
about as many women and half again,
Then when he wakes up he peers over the infinite horizon into a sapphire gem of loneliness
and it seems, for one second, that he has transcended beyond the physical realm into a plane of soaring tranquility,
where the translucent snow makes everyone's face look like the moon, as they scramble up into conifers together, naked.
But then three more birds flow from his new-world
and they are the most beautiful parakeets he ever saw,
for they had red, green and gold feathers made of what looked like the finest silk,
almost as if it were oozing out of a pristine, primordial jelly.
January 3, 2011
i need to get the blues / get rid of the blues
hay will you go to the store to buy macaroni for so i
can make vegan home made macaroni and cheese?
then we will ask out the girls and become noramul.
my brother's face fell off
and he looked up at me
from the sharp red rock slathered ground
with his face that he didn't have
like he didn't know what happened
he on the ground was basically
a fetus that had been pooped out
when his mother didn't know she was pregnant
all goopy and curled up
but still human shaped and bloody
with full sized eyes
a few seconds earlier when his momentum jumped
from forward to down
and the rocks broke his teeth off
i realized who he was
and i watched my brother's face get raped
aggressively by the street
on repeat for several days
you need to leave again
a man in black suit looked nice
he sold some things, some books
he, in the store, stood next to me
i didn't mind him
he asked me if i read the new york times from
three days ago
i hadn't read it so
i said to him that i hadn't read it
which was fine with him and he proceeded
to tell me about what he had read three days ago
there had been a plane crash in new yorken some decades
ago and that part of new york was one of the poor black ones
then it was rebuilt for white ones. much better afterward
he told me that gentrification is comes from plane crashes
and then i bought two books.
i'm not a writer, i told him and of course walked away
out the door
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