05 October 2008

#jkmmj2

FIRE FLIES DANCE THE FIGHT
IN GLASS TOPPED WOES.

#jkmmj1

complete
and out of breath
and out of words.
yet minds still
spin and
reel. and emit
thought after thought
after long felt thought.

the beat exposed.
the reach in chest.
laid on the table top.

#10.2.30j0508

Ten Months Past
Two Months Home
Arrange
and
Re-arrange
The Closeness of your Heart
The Cold so Deep in our Bones
Our Warmth We Double
Beneath the Sheets
Two Wheel Roll
Down Sun Leaf
Silhouette Streets
Smile and Race
Beneath Bright Orange Lamps
To Home
To Rest
The Gaze Across
Our Wooden Room Sighs
A Song of Content

#30j0508

The sad broad faces
You've never seen youth look so old
Forced into suits and structures
A sit down and a flash and a part of them is gone

Documented all wrong
Atrocity normalized
ignored
self-forgiven

16 May 2008

Lead Paint #001.5.TH.08

Incubated memory loss. Incubation and memory and loss. Tidal wave switch. Wind chime blows come crashing down center streets. Inconclusive but undefeated. Character portrayals played out in cornerfront groceries. Actors and ladies all playing themselves. One day they'll hit it on the nose. Graphic displays of intensity and showmanship. Revised day in and day out. The cashier knows the difference. She already knows how it ends. Still, sitting through every performance, just to get her paycheck.



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Affect the people.
Infect the masses with awe.
Un-numb them.
Go to bed.

Lead Paint #028.4.M.08

Calculator. And the one who is.
Clarity can be nauseating.
The sunbeams break right through you.
Manipulation of friend and foe and child, so shamelessly. So naturally.
But. It is seen.
These letters push right through paper just as your nature betrays you.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++


Cataract glow between two points. A bridge in the gaps. Hot honey afternoons slide through. Incompetence is the flow of traffic. The days of city streets. The night time catches the light bulb. Inside. Tick tick. It goes and it goes and it goes. And we stand, nevertheless. We still stand. It drags and passes in a flash of instantaneous melancholy drool. The dog pants in the corner. And he will not stop. He simply does not want to. His never ending heave. Her never ending hoe. The panting in the corner. A lifetime away. Yet it lies in the wheelchair future of white halls and antiseptic nothingness. Breathebreathebreathe. But not paper bag fast. Thats too much progress all in one gulp. The pretty lace wears thin. It drapes much more than it used to. The tactile is not as brightly crisp as it once seemed. The aroma disappoints to an uncomfortable degree. The oath it was sworn. The enormous oak as witness. The black dirt heard the words.

13 February 2008

Lead Paint Essay #02.13B

Draw the line from here to here to here.
Draw the line for here to here to here.
To her.

I do this because I like words. My speech patterns are less eloquent.
Oh dear.

Initiate the kiss. No chance of rejection.
Initiate the kiss.

Those people and their stories with the rides around the mulberry bush and a brush with the rogue carousel of Constanbul.
And the shiny shiny silver lines that mark the edges of your eyes with grace and time.

You can't begin to know.

I'd whisper this sweetness in your ear if I wasn't so scared that you'd pull away. Then shrug.
I say this now, but I whisper anyways to get over it. You may still shrug, but I feel all the same.

34 roads through sunny green pastures. The awaken with the smell of earth deep in your breath. The tea leaves ingrained in the olfactory senses. The touch. I remember it well. when.
It will soon touch down as soon as I clear away the mess. Its an okay mess. It truly is.

1234
1234
1234
and a 5 and a 6 and a 7, 8.

The walk through October's night. The auto sound. Its back and forth. The brush of hands.
The beautiful brush of hands.


A BOOM BIP.



Before 11.

Lead Paint Essay #02.13

+Maintain.
Change the numbers. Increase in font size.
The weight of the keys
as black as night ink.
mind race.
Can't ask the questions.
Smooth as silk ingenuity.
mind race last place.
Heartbreak for what.
strength as weakness
weekness
twice a week
Envelope the crowd. Exhaust the competition. Win the gold medal.

If I write will you read
or only scan like the telephone book.

Can I sink in
or just roll like oil on the vinyl record.
too much.

Too two
There's nothing attractive about crying
Though, your stone face is wretched too.

Give Mama a smile
then she'll punch it off your face.

Name means:

A pearl must be cracked out of an oyster's shell.
You have to coerce it out. Force the beauteous thing from its briny shell. Wrapped in slime and fish.

You're 12 feet away and I still think of you.

Five weeks is only 35 days. My heart strings travel farther than I do.
But they st r etc h. They do.

Congruent Parallel Equal
1/2 = 1/2
Prove it.

A daily maintenance ignored requires grander notions later. Will inquire next Tuesday.

Funny man Jack Brown cries himself to sleep. Dies laughing.

The map to the center of the earth is buried beneath the soil.


After 10.

11 February 2008

Lead Paint Essay::Build::Miscellaneous #2A

+Brand new antique look. Vintage 2007. A throwback to 2006. Genuine.

+A hateful man who speaks of love. The sincerity of the holy man was contrived to the point of irony.

+Excellence! Achieved through a carbon copy lifestyle. The thievery of thoughts. The squandering of self.

+Aquatic dreamscapes. The float to the top from the unstuck of the murky depths below.





+Hope.

Lead Paint Essay::Build::Miscellaneous #1A

+Capture the mouse. Hook it on its mouth or bind its feet. You'll get some answers.

+Loose Leaf Sheets Coordinate an Assemblance of Retaliation.

+A care package filled with dislike and musk and unwanted memory. At your doorstep. Later today.

+Morse Code. Morose Code.

+That Angelbaby, with her smile and broken face. Turn and wince with pity. Gladly walk away.

+Accordion arms swing through a walk down boulevard sway and swagger to avoid an incident with the trees.

+08.51AM one day during hot times.

27 January 2008

THE PAST: Found Writings #006

A convalescent circus show for rejects
and invalids of the elite.
Attesting the maths of three
and four
and seven.
The trapeze artist that spends all year
in the coal mines of the Alcatraz Alps.
The freezing cold nights
beneath her partner's roof.
PAID.FOR.BLACKFACE.
Steel drum heart attack
revisits dreams.
Rapid breathing ceases to
awaken the victims mother
400 miles away.
Hyperventilated vacuum chamber
Ergonomic collapsable lungs.
Hollow blowing breeze.

THE PAST: Found Writings #004

Every other page.
He skips.
Unfortunately.
All the meat is in between the pages he reads.
The unabridged thought process
going unnoticed. an unappreciative
consumer that simply goes on consuming.
A life purpose to destroy by default.
Incapable to create or even to wonder.
An idea eating virus
you just can't seem to brush off your shoulder.
Laying a negative egg.
A seed of discomfort.
An unavailable emotion of unease.
A disgusting devout to anything that satisfies opinion.
He's always on a roll.
As they say.
An unthoughtful deed for his better tomorrow.
A continuation of yesterdays distaste for himself.

THE PAST: Found Writings #001

Picking up despair
at last weeks grocery store.
Barrel rolling bouqueted blackboot bankroll.
Cast off. Sideways.
Sized down.
Simplified. Second Hand Smiles.
Bright shining white teeth.
Watching the lies
slide
on
through.
Nodding. Enacting the understanding gesture.
Uncaring of actual circumstance
or conscious
of their exposure.
Exposed. Elemental surprise.

03 January 2008

Lead Paint Essay #004

Exit Wound Strategy

Brilliance!

How much can I get for this bowl of plasma here?...what?...No, no, its only been sitting out for three days.

Sir?...SIR!.....This is not plasma but a bowl of congealed mayonnaise. I am going to have to ask you to please remove this from our offices. I am afraid it will contaminate everything. Sir!......You forgot your boots.


I once made a rubber tire display completely out of rubber tires.

And then, of course, I sold it to a woman passing by, whom I had convinced it was a rare piece of pop-art that my dad had commissioned in the sixties. Then, I bought an ice cream cone. And it was delicious.


Rabbits always make me think of Peter. The cleverly named wild rabbit that lived in our bushes for seven years before either moving on with his life or becoming dead.
Rabbit fur, however, only makes me think of maggots.


Catholic schools, are not only expensive, but also have a penchant for hiring at least one teacher who insists that everyone take them very serious, while simultaneously wearing zubas. Praise Jesus.