(no subject)
An eye that stares and bends on its stalk.
A tilting, rotating,
reflecting eye.
An eye
that bends on its stalk.
That stares. A tilting, rotating, reflecting edge.
A reflecting eye.
An edge that stares,
That bends on its stalk.
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Grief subsists on the living
The rolling eyeballs, the reckless legs
and arms
The minute preying on the clock’s
ticking,
Feasting on the coloured lights.
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Something indelible,
ineradicable,
pale iridescent letters
ant-trails
Reciting in the witness box,
Eyes blocked, voice clogged,
Testimony shot through with holes.
Exquisite torture, sweet agony etc.
Constricted roots.
The stars, bereft
Ammoniac winters &
bleached faces -
Why so much talk about faces? - break her perfect face
Coming in on the pulses,
Coming in on the wingbeats
Wings are slabs of death.
Little white pilgrim & lonely frontier boy.
The meaning of these two types.
Impeded progress/ lingering near the water’s edge/ Evacuation fumes/ Come forward. Kneel down to pray, then sit down. Come forward to accept the burden of prayer./ Saints, preserve us/ priests burrowing in/ SQUAWK!/ Too thin & probably on drugs/ A parody of happiness/ A drunk gondolier/ Can’t interfere/ cant intercept. pale flowers/ a hand plunges into the fur/ I feel the inside expanses filling out, the Mime’s cavernous gestures/ To begin a book, a process: Showing Up/ A History of Masculinity in sleeping bags/ Reliving the entire tedious experience for the fair-haired policeman’s benefit
Gums drawn back from teeth, salty taste, sandy hair out of place, snub nose blocked, voice can’t break through, murderous thoughts, something that nests in the skin, a greyness that lingers on the lips, stupid fingers can’t feel, no nose, hand idle on the bar. Grief touches those it loves the most, sad-eyed dog. Pornography - 1. Bellmer illustrations, photocopied 2. Caravaggio, Doubting Thomas 3. Burroughs
Capable arms in disuse now, angelic head caved in. Where are your friends now? When are things going to be all right? Toilet paper glued to walls 4. Four unexpected four four no alms for the poor. What are these things? - Item one: An interest in violence 2. violence, potential, within limbs, within flesh demanding burning a small red core NO NOSE impressionable 3. cold abrasive music. The book, the brain diet, a healthy feed, unusable, anaesthetic closes anxious lids, bid GOODBYE TO ANXIETY, scrawled on his chest, making love on parent’s bed, he’s a shit, worthless too, told some brat FUCKING BRAT, an unusable lyric too tense to write properly. The tourniquet goes all the way around. PORNOGRAPHY: reduced size. An impasto death, smeard, bloody, he was a smear on the earth
An imagined authority: I imagined my own authority, imposed my own stamp
I'm not saying they're really thick
But all the groups who've hit it big
Make the Kane Gang look like
an Einstein chip
chip
NYC
chip
A place to live
chip
This is the Thule group.
This is the cool group.
I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this.
A tilting, rotating,
reflecting eye.
An eye
that bends on its stalk.
That stares. A tilting, rotating, reflecting edge.
A reflecting eye.
An edge that stares,
That bends on its stalk.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Grief subsists on the living
The rolling eyeballs, the reckless legs
and arms
The minute preying on the clock’s
ticking,
Feasting on the coloured lights.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Something indelible,
ineradicable,
pale iridescent letters
ant-trails
Reciting in the witness box,
Eyes blocked, voice clogged,
Testimony shot through with holes.
Exquisite torture, sweet agony etc.
Constricted roots.
The stars, bereft
Ammoniac winters &
bleached faces -
Why so much talk about faces? - break her perfect face
Coming in on the pulses,
Coming in on the wingbeats
Wings are slabs of death.
Little white pilgrim & lonely frontier boy.
The meaning of these two types.
Impeded progress/ lingering near the water’s edge/ Evacuation fumes/ Come forward. Kneel down to pray, then sit down. Come forward to accept the burden of prayer./ Saints, preserve us/ priests burrowing in/ SQUAWK!/ Too thin & probably on drugs/ A parody of happiness/ A drunk gondolier/ Can’t interfere/ cant intercept. pale flowers/ a hand plunges into the fur/ I feel the inside expanses filling out, the Mime’s cavernous gestures/ To begin a book, a process: Showing Up/ A History of Masculinity in sleeping bags/ Reliving the entire tedious experience for the fair-haired policeman’s benefit
Gums drawn back from teeth, salty taste, sandy hair out of place, snub nose blocked, voice can’t break through, murderous thoughts, something that nests in the skin, a greyness that lingers on the lips, stupid fingers can’t feel, no nose, hand idle on the bar. Grief touches those it loves the most, sad-eyed dog. Pornography - 1. Bellmer illustrations, photocopied 2. Caravaggio, Doubting Thomas 3. Burroughs
Capable arms in disuse now, angelic head caved in. Where are your friends now? When are things going to be all right? Toilet paper glued to walls 4. Four unexpected four four no alms for the poor. What are these things? - Item one: An interest in violence 2. violence, potential, within limbs, within flesh demanding burning a small red core NO NOSE impressionable 3. cold abrasive music. The book, the brain diet, a healthy feed, unusable, anaesthetic closes anxious lids, bid GOODBYE TO ANXIETY, scrawled on his chest, making love on parent’s bed, he’s a shit, worthless too, told some brat FUCKING BRAT, an unusable lyric too tense to write properly. The tourniquet goes all the way around. PORNOGRAPHY: reduced size. An impasto death, smeard, bloody, he was a smear on the earth
An imagined authority: I imagined my own authority, imposed my own stamp
I'm not saying they're really thick
But all the groups who've hit it big
Make the Kane Gang look like
an Einstein chip
chip
NYC
chip
A place to live
chip
This is the Thule group.
This is the cool group.
I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this.