Monthly Archives: January 2011


[response to “Narrative let go…”]

Narrative re: gained conspicuous team of mole-rats (clothed) in giant skins much too large for their mole rat-skeletons. There was an odd (one) puddling into shapes like circles, tri-angles, and the (forthright-narrator) mold caused an unforgivable con-fusion of scale. As mole-rats of all sizes dripped into the beaker, narrative, exothermic reactions dis-assembled (in) the minds of the reader.

Chill (out) for twenty-four hours. Smash the glass container over a stale and (door) knobby sofa. If one is lacking (mole-rat) necessities one visits the mole (rat-store) front and asks for Timothy. Your sofa is covered and you don’t know what to do but roll in it and show off your mole-rat coating and ask Timothy: What’s next?(!)



[response to All that popsicle, that’s a lot of popsicle…]



[response to departure…]


Vertical integration along the horizontal plane

Alignment of self with fabric…ck…ck

Melting through a funnel into nothing


EnTrance folding over interest

Expression hidden inside the exposed

Action with inaction through indifference


Permu perm permutat permut tat tations


Rationality crippling expansive spheres

Electric fields as the vibrating coasts

Boundaries of possibilities in flux


Burning tangible quantities of spirit,                            filling in the empty shell


[response to “lamister Lady”]

Don’t tell me are two things simulhappening is that what is going with the one two faces and an ass only appearing in one blue and hesitant blew and incremental appointed as an allegory for which are taken two but not always separplanes just as well whether dialogic or indexidental check it out an approachable index finger making its presence felt it’s really interrogating form it’s really questionnairing like two runners with hard bodies and laminated palms detecting currants and excuses in the scrub isn’t it or in trash where dead avocados lie with sex it’s so sordid it’s without amplitude isn’t it giving voice to their voices like throwing out weekdays and squatting in a shelter I hear it pulls you in and you shake and vice and fast and disable for glory around and around well goody


[response to lamister Lady]


I believe.









Not in my backyard.









[response to Dear _____,]

Never aficionary, but covertly becustomed to the life epistocratic they are. Sleuthish, perpetually sniffing out paths of inkblood through abandoned Rolodex cavities and forsaken desk drawers. I hang back, but observe much.

Breath of mine has fogged aurorally their magnificentifying glasses and pressed windows of finger tipholes into the fortresses betwixt their eyes, evermore and anon. Looking on with mouth agape as they shuffle the evidence and chuckle with a knowing vulgar and chew their mustaches and always, but always, advise sewage.

Gorlov’em! Ears anew won, hot on the trail of another letterous offender:

Hem. Peers plain to be distortion, straight and forward. Of a stinkly sek-shell nature, and valvular in the ex-spleen. Some wordsongs in the early. (Use of the first plurality; a lobberill be needed to make that sing.) Ference to some foreign locals. Was sicksome geezer, righton. Peers to have troublously countered this horsepack amok, but couldn’t counter’em righton a tall a tall; couldn’t even counter how many were there. Shouldn’ta been packing horses in the placefirst. Out of stable, out of time, out of mind, mimem alluz zed, half hearse she was so shotta know. Har-roum! Back to disseer epistocrantz, a real minimal element. Ladderly seems to have been an upbreak, parts askeweredly, bedazed and berusting. Clarishly, he wants some up and look on the low and down, a bitto spanky-shank without any crink for crank, some jamjoy but no alloy. Lisp my reads: pastiche? We’ll bring this swipe-ass down.


[Response to “EnJoy” ]

All that popsicle, that’s a lot of popsicle — pop a wheely, drop, tickle, drop, tickle, drop, trickle, thick drop on a thin skull, rots and sticks, fought to win, tossed away the skull, lost, cost nothing, still breathing, hot-fussing, skull-digging, not loving — it’s a lot of popsicle for him with rough cuff heals, been a ways on rough wheels, rough wheels no love heals –trenches through rough fields, trenches through enough to feel –tough, real, love, squeal –that’s a lot of popsicle, shake it, shake that mop, fickle, known a lot of hip nickle strictly-wisecrack hit-giggle riots like yourself, chuckle, hide til it’s hell, knuckle down, mama tucks you in, lucky kid across town — but that’s a lot of popsicle to enJoy, two enJoy, twin boys with men’s toys, trollin, spoiled, paranoid, enJOY ENJOY, end near, end here, enjoy, end fear, despair, fist bare, miss, tear, popsicle, promice not to miss —