Waking Up Alone or To the Memory Of

Rudderless fates push us down streets
with big invisible fingers, driving us into
historic establishments and up steep hills.

Wake up to the memory of someone lying
beside you, they were never really there
they have awoken in someone else's bed.

On the great whale’s back: our Providence
walking, building on this living being, inhaling
and deflating with opportunity. Hope, hope.

Milo and Otis (Melody, the blossoms come and gone, sleep deprivation)

simple easy simple easy chair man 

make me a chair man to construct one as wide

 for it to fit a lap like mine 

plus four or more more

a bowl of jelly

he was so soft, his heart was a bowl of jelly
it jiggled when he walked
we walked around in circles waiting for the sound

his mother was a bed of nails
with a chinese husband and their spawn
she took my darling bowl of jelly
out of his big apple with his brown father
and she stuck him into
charming butter sugar cookie cutter
that's where i live
he was so soft, so soft
his insides were his outsides

i found his number in the white pages
and i waited up the block

he found a button off the street
and nibbled on it all day long
he gave it to me as a present

and now his jelly heart's gone hard
and he's stiff as his mothers nails

like when you leave your play dough out
without putting on the lid.

Loving You Long Time- Eternity

i think it is really important to look at this video of joon lee on his blog. it's really special and beautiful.

also Im performing at Tazza with airead on tuesday evening and directly afterwards am playing a concert with my friend silvie at mathewson ST. come as u r

stream of consciousness 1

scrap paper, a stream

I've got ginger babies in my belly playing kickball. My feet are tight rope tare the walls down babe. Nitric acid makes the hands turn old newspaper crumble- fuck me night time hands. My intestines round the bed-aint-got-no-posts just broken rules: it's for making fuck-love and sleep; thats what the nurse said when my levees were down. Rattle snakes swallow fire crackers make my knees go all ball-baring hit the other hit the other and the other and the other and the other and the other. Bit past the nailes, took the fingers, goin for the jugular. Porcupine I rode on the X-train made a fool of myself in the yellow and the red under the dead by Christmas. Just down the street from all those other girls and whirls and I'm a billboard my ribcage the scaffolding for highwaymen and 357s. The stink from kissing the knives and rambling on up hill to the raven and she-hate-me, he-love-me house, that shit's dangerous. Not wheelshair accessable like the double-wide and the wind breaker pants I was a kid then, a post-no-bills median, hold up the cumulus it's falling on us file cabinets, card catologs, I've been vomit vomit vomit and the chains were hurting my wrists so I bit off my hands. said that. wrote this.

Trans

Radioscopie De Jacques Chancel: Salvador Dali-interview
1.
The president,
Three normal pastors
Tele it is Pluto at this point.
Fantastic of the world magnificent can to your decision on something wet musical the dead animated solitary explanation with the foreign embassy.
It was open to the plan at one million dollars
Try the dance the checks of philosophy and the priced goblins,
The large Spanish restaurant
Without photography France was calculated.
On top of the calculations, the photography was column by column in the tabloids in reality it was the world.
WHY? Because the photograph is quick, it's of land,
We are faster and faster the avenue of Velasquez.

2.
The contract posed a question; it is the contract that is completely for me.
I got to the library and I find sublime ridicule in the architecture and on the letters,
I prepare the constant road,
The costume of the prune with crayons and the three princed (or knighted) with a wounded critic.

3.
He is a clone.
A clone is you.
I heard the voice and I assumed that you, wait, OK you could be the counter of the world, for me,
I sell many things,
With discs like a brush probably with others the American brown dogs, the plain air and the knock,
ENTER,
May I show you a photograph of the door, the telephone is also in this photograph.

4.
Ah, my. Inside,
Outside, I don’t know what to say.
It is of me, totally a souvenir of optics,
Sigmund Freud is an expression of moving quickly as you see in commercial discos in Rio de Janeiro,
I said I would use drugs and pens or pencils but the initials of my very friends, john Lennon, Santiago Depustela, they are very much drugs, absolutely.

this is it