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Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The two bumbling poets, Arterius McBride Jr. and the hairless Lyle Stevenson, find themselves this week in the wondrous and misty Jurassic age. When confronted with a ravenous gang of Magnosauruseses, Art pulled a wrinkled chap stick receipt from his pocket and read the following:
Three guineas bought my tenth b-day prize.
It’s more the intent than the actual size.
The same could be said of the weight of a person.
To the point, do they read to the blind or commit random arson?
Isn’t it true of your brother, McNeil,
That everything he ever ate he would steal?
That pirated plunders made him quite fat
But he had the chins of an aristocrat?
And isn’t it true of your cousin Sweet Pete
That he was born somewhat incomplete?
That he weighed in less than an acorn at birth
Although he’s the merthiest old boy on this Earth?
And isn’t true of your ex-wife Moesha
That she only wanted to be your Geisha?
That she only liked to serve your requests?
And you dismissed her to only pursue larger breasts?
You see what I’m getting at, my dear friend McArthur?
I’m not here to trade or borrow or barter.
I came to simply extend you my thoughts
And lay them down to recline on like cots.
And if my logic you cannot abide,
Take two tabs of E and you’ll be at my side.
The beasts shook off the majesty Art had delivered them under with each jewel of a word strung along a string of silk. They silently pardoned him and turned their steaming nostrils and glimmering talons to young hairless Lyle. Lyle had no document of purchase upon which to scrawl his godly insights. He had lived as an orphan from his first day on Earth and never depended on any person or technology to assist him in his pursuits, namely cartographing the catacombs of the fragile mortal human soul in words. He had thought up a piece just that morning and already memorized it. Now he recited it to the Magnosauruseses.
Rub taste on your forgotten days
And meet them in the morning
While your lovers die
And sing off the top of their heads
And know light as it comes across floors and walls
And know it when it’s zapped into you
That it would not be the same if you were not there
To suck it like a tree sap sponge
And never could it matter
But there is but never is but always worthwhile while while isn’t worth worth
Neither is worth worth the while
But so they but won’t they but do they but they do
Know what it is to be you
Know exactly the requirements and standards to be you
But you will pity them through windex glass
And thank God you are different but aren’t
Because you both coil in your blood
And both have eyes above your noses
And you both had a mother that was made out of skin
And tomorrow you’ll both dream and awake in the light
The dinosaurs cried tears of overwhelming beauty and scampered away from the poets through the deep jungle canopy, leaving them alone together in the primordial haze never before reflected in human eyes and the two embraced and unburdened the other of their boner.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
lakes make aches
beware of drakes
they'll peck you til the stars come out
and tease you til they die of drought
There was this girl, a friend of mine.
She knew me fairly well.
Sometimes she writes & sends a dime,
and I can clearly tell
Just who it is without her name
or address on the letter.
I wonder was she fine or lame?
(wild or tame? guy or dame?)
My brainsies can't remember.
There was this girl with little eyes
that rolled round w/ inertia.
She took a trip to paradise
By way of Maine & Persia.
But I can't tell about her trek,
If it was nice or shitty.
I stayed at home with a broken neck.
I'd slipped in Iceland City.
Sometimes I wonder, since she's so good,
Just how that came to be.
I'd like to paddle through her blood
& take it to the sea.
Today she will not take my call.
I wonder what she's doing.
But I don't mind, I've got my stall.
I'm with my birdies cooing.
One minute, she is going to die
& that will be her loss.
& I will never say goodbye.
It's bound to make me cross.
But actually I'll probably die
Before her; She's much healthier.
Won't know this poem or who it's by.
My love is so much stealthier.
I went to New York and did a lot of things. I ate and drank and well…that’s that. I smoked a cigarette with my beautiful fantastic girlfriend Tanya and Eugene Murman. Good man. Funny eyes. Nice eyes. Purty.
Shit man, I have to wonder. I have to think that things will be wonderful, maybe different.
Hey dude. Fuck you. Turd monster. Fuck you ou ou ou ou!
My roommate is going to paris. Me and parker are going to Alaska.
House Of Will is done. I’ve meant it a few times and this is the first time its true. So right on.
Parker wrote a book. I just started reading it. It’s mad cool. Mad cool. Mad cool. Mad cool. Anyway, more on that later I’m sure.
I must say. Not posting so often. That everything is just a ok. Indeed.
Like I was saying. Good night. Sweet dreams. Be brief. Be true. Be you. Be more, much more than the phantoms. The phantoms.
IN THE HOTEL HONEY
This is the year. Like all the others. Let’s do better. Cause we’re doing fine.