Silent carbonated insults
into agonized clusterfuck cries of
the irrational
fastens a belt over me and
carries its legs across
a pasture of nonsense ruts with
numb nerves stuck
by a shout of possibility and a need
to disappear I want
to destroy the imagined passion of our past
and watch it drip into
a greaseslick like a collective of
meaningless drunken encounters
life is again too real a
dissonant symphony in the humming furnace of hell a
sweatdrizzle fuckfest on my anxious brain I wish
to desist and remain balanced balance out the
tide rips through my bones are plastic bags I
tangle into nothing but
a mistake played on
a sitcom laughtrack
(cue the hahahahatred)
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May 9, 2013
#252 [Archived Panic Attack Draft]
May 9, 2013
Ambitious [Archived Draft]
Mmm, the objective a
false lunch menu item
I’d like to peel the masque
further back past
the tangledflesh of yesno into
truth,
the flashy mountainpeak goal
May 9, 2013
Rest [Archived Draft]
Gravity grooves sliding
across skin loose like
wet fingers in breaddough
slow slipping tipbeats
on bassdrum rumbles a
rolling vibrato bliss
May 2, 2013
Evening Filter [Archived Draft]
Coffeebrown enamels weighted smirk roseseared cheeks an
image of me via evening filter
jumblethought exhaustion a dozen neurodrains
a she for each clockface hemisphere the
memorygirl and futuregirl gossiping each hour
reaching across tickmarks with open hands upon
a faulty slanted diner booth slipping light flicker circles
a slur of sentiments sliding down my ear
the nothingness of talk settling to sweat on roseseared skin the
irritant gnaw of a moral gnat (I still care where you still sting)
eyes grasping lidblankets snugly
the delirium of talk settling to a croon near-woodwind sugarsweet ooze
(I, uh, I uh, yeah) I trace
a breakdown in drymarker sighs of you
and I dripping onto coffeebrown enamels sinking
into bone unknowingly an image of me
via evening filter
May 1, 2013
#248 (Semidream) [Archived Draft]
I see electricity in the corners of my frame
burrowing inward outward in recalibration
afterimage burnt on eyelid surface as the trembling negative
the wobbling vibrato of cricketone rings as the soundtrack
I see light blooming in limegreen petals at the core
a sightsong of cymbals clashing in triumphant trumpet matrimony
major chord movement in pulsewave crescendos and though
the soundtrack drowns the silent drones of no I’m bound
to paddle through an ocean which even drowns the sea of sightsongs
and snaps the stems of limegreen lightblooms like brittle toothpicks
and I’m stripped to the layers of self-hate which contain the eggshell ego
wobbling on its slanted pedestal.
April 30, 2013
#247 (Melodramatic Mode) [Archived Draft]
To care is too much, the
crushing disappointment of intention
in each mention of a chance, a
dance around desire, perspiring
hope in each turn and twist, a
risk to the sense of existence in which
random reigns and rules, a
foolish submission of eager expectation,
a placement of maybe on an engraved
pedestal, toppling in timepassing
inaction, exacting random’s power,
smashing toebones in desiredances,
erasing chances from our lips.
April 29, 2013
Drop [Archived Draft]
The moment you turn
I feel the warble in my skull
the low vibrato of electrostatic lingering
the bent mellotron note melt and
the composition is changed forever
A single sonic slant ringing
on the tip of bliss and
the composition is strained forever with
the disturbing dissonant pleasure and
disharmony of the drop
stereoscopic confusion on a curvilinear track
April 29, 2013
Hallway [Archived Draft]
Edgy doubleshiftglance leftright
breathspirals footstep blastbeats manic pace
tense drops closetotheedge light inviting ears to
acid hums saturated solarized wallscapes shaped in
afterimage emblems spectral statues
envisioned in sightseas seen sparkling
fluttering percussive sighs too much light too close
to the edgyedge a
doubleshiftglance prancing on those which catch
the eye unspoken
captures unseen
voices unre-
markable jargon
April 29, 2013
Orbital [Archived Draft]
Floating in and out of orbit they
hovering noncircular sailing horn stings
crescendos spinning my vinyl
off the rails busted needle blownout baffle collapsing
casing disintegrating love song sung discordant
grating fading feeling of oversweet syrupnoise
oohaah harmony sizzle carbonated lovehatelovehate
sting horn stings in unified confusion
where to move? Where
divided sirensongs earpiercing bliss
humming heartrings cut by brainblocks
chopped and remixed Indelicate Dance Music sick
cerebral waltz roaring in the temple
arrhythmic tempo river reverb no hand to grasp too many
hands to hold how to
breathe in stereo stand above surroundsound ground move
from tinny treble timbres of AM coos into
a universe of uneven orbitals
April 29, 2013
Sunday Morning Mindshoutings [Archived]
Spring forth from an ornate well of yes or no
life itself is a metaphor for an unspoken plan
the numerous taps of drums on speakerbaffles
dead timbres ringing years after chordstrikes
a picture of an open heart plastered in the atmosphere
transparent penscratches accenting birdfeathers in flight
unspoken sentiments as components to an unspoken plan
the life esoteric stuffed into the dense base of a suitcase
a traveling companion stumbling through sidewalk crowds
masswaves of peopleringing marimbanotes sparkling
light jutting in and out of itself as a fastpaced floating cloth
the proud flag of the introvert wavering in a windstorm
half stripped from its staff, half-tragic, half-staff
inner disasters percolating in bubbling heatdrips on the stomach
the numerous taps of a raindrops on a forehead
delirium in media res from each morning charge
and overdrive amp drones casting weaklimbs into neon stagelights
April 29, 2013
Enjambed Miscommunication [Archived]
You’re real and
you aren’t you
‘re as real as me as
the me in sound and vision
that tangible everexpanding you
know and I know the difference
is you
believe it
April 27, 2013
Frustrated Mindscribblings, Heartpangings [Archived]
My self is a web diagram
sloppy wordscribblings
circled terms in bold markerpen dripping
overblue lineborders:
Sparks sputtering pathos paradox
the you attuned to
uppercase major chords
Tangled earbuds thornvines
Yes and no
I hate you with love
Street pacing
Delirious
Directionless
slant path to
weary warmth
The mind’s index shredded confetti festival
the spirit remains half-drunk
you’re the silent noise in the secret track at the vinyl’s end
I’ve found you again
April 27, 2013
Metempsychotic Drumtap [Archived]
Slung from state to state thru nonemphatic borders
disorder in all in all unpeeled from
myself like an orangerind unwound
twine that confines the mind to the body
opportune to zoom outward again
in telescopic drones soulroaming across all
unspeakable distance in brief nervous fits with
self-dismissal from each state syncopated
to the drumtapping jazz trio groovingheart mindsoul
polyrhythmic lifenotes in cluttered text crumpled paper
one faultyfeigned figure of those inward intentions
limited by randomized rippling borders
to unseen states within states of which I’m
slung in static wallnoise drapes saving
memorycard moments on each thread
by each bloodvessel branching to the iris
in silent storming motion
April 27, 2013
Circumnavigation [Archived Draft]
A skullcurve in muck where
the pathos meets the moisture and
resets again, I’m a person again?
Or is it a manic mental magic trick to rip apart the plastic
packagehead, release the haze
again? I’m a person again,
I’m uncertain again in a self-
arranged tryst of ambivalence:
a union in a schism
a spinning bellrung rhythm wrung out in
odd time
April 25, 2013
A Sincere Display of Gratitude
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