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.
27 January 2008
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.
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.
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.
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.
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