Friday, August 1, 2014

don't trust architecture

 



don't trust architecture

i don't trust buildings
they have fire exits
they are caved in motorcultur
barbecues
in them rotate fried packs
locked lobes plutonium
they feed children calories
metal grid conserves
check you up for species
chromozome you
make you gurgle
make you smell bleak
smell taste plaster manhole
plötz blitz platz blotch
oh no, i'm not going there
no sir, i smoker




i gassed paranoia


 



i gassed paranoia

i'm friends with paranoia
it has a jeep
blue velvet crayon
it weeps
there my love i love your pain
it's in a gas cloud exhaust
i'll help you out
your gassed
let me breathe you




hydra needs

 



hydra needs

hydra needs jesus
not jesus, hercules
who messed with greeks
jews
nah
who messed with greeks
destination contemporary
garbled
jesus grew up in egypt
where he learned spake aramaic
nah
who messed with greeks
rome
nah
check roman personal status in
senatum
hercules was constrictor and he
would have squeezed rome out a its
bullies
hydra messed with
healer catalyst serum reincarnatum
we need cauterist




my parasites my crumbs

 



my parasites my crumbs

decompressed
i like your method, friend
you are in turbine for a reason
i like your grapes
i want you to say ama
mama
ama mama
in part two you will drive
lets see what you're made of
cringy
ended up in foggy museum
looked like fragonard
stolen marble
he was capillary
i whispered to set blood flow
so, what's your method you frozen
devil?
cultivism?
i'll show you the popcorn running elevator
no, forget the elevator
banking account




cabbage coda beak




cabbage coda beak
(themes for the future)

i was cooking cabbage in ashram monrovia
for captain america and me
he was opening his soul as scent
activated molecular memorial sensors
this reminds me, he said, of situation
code break adamant leak ―
we had cabbage for lunch and children
playing corrida
six of them against a toreador who hadn't killed yet
he had to kill them all to become a
matador
that's a big deal, said i, what happened then?
he killed them all, replied he
for real? asked i
yeah, no screwing around, we got
ourselves a matador
i added some ground paprika and
seasoning
so, what's with “situation”? i saw pain
in his eye
situation was desperate
we were compromised
it was in benghasi everything burnt
no science grid, jamming all over the place
communications scrambled eggs
i added soy sauce, this should taste!
i had my doubts
man made river was spewing oil
and the mediterranean was on fire
enemies everyone firing at us
a printing shop, organic food dealership
shot me in the face
i had to cover my but and run
little angry insulted people chasing me
i looked at him, he was cool
smiling, resigned
this is the kind of soldier one has to like
the drama increased when boeing fell on us
it was an atentát attempt
but its robotics were jammed too
that's why they call it Jam War, blundered i
the pulsating invisible magnetics won the war
where was you? he asked
i entered my avatar when thundercloud
swallowed europa
so you died, paused he
i didn't like the color of rain
i replied




Thursday, July 31, 2014

indulging in hot quiet continental climate

 



indulging in hot quiet continental climate

i was sitting on pushkin grave
in kibbutz holy mountain where
he was buried after system killed
him with pistol wound
i never felt sorry for him
he probably deserved it after
his sweet poisoning secrete
just like joyce did to his one
and smoking my cigarette
there captain moritomo was
counting beads
beads!, those are not beads
i told him those are sand
but he did not care
and like lotreamon he would
dig for sunken mine-sweeper
kronstadt touching hurting wound
of epic struggle when working
class was embraced by incomprehensible
leon's maneuvering
and sunk dead under ilych systemic
wound from which he too died
even he didn't care
and i was contemplating aware
of the enormous strife to
justify stints and measures
of trotsky who was chopped
by systemic pick and then promptly
buglerized
which had a prolonging effect on
cloning contemporary poetry of
what is important for people to
do to love each other and tolerate
any outcome
yeah, i said to moritomo, and he
replied: did you read queen of spades?





my plant planet earth

 



my plant planet earth

lets not get sentimental here
i don't care about plants or
planet earth
and they are not mine
and what is mine
i don't care at all
i don't care i just don't
i see struggling thing
all over the place
trying to be mine
but it will never be
keep struggling
metonymic and metamorphic
you're my cigarette
for all i care