October 2011
1 post
The narrator discovered Pamela's diary:
After deciding that life, ultimately, is meaningless Pamela has decided to remove herself from it (life) indefinitely- as in: S-U-I-C-I-D-E (!). A list of possible options best suiting her personal aesthetics regarding death was made; the list:
hanging (need to google how to make that rope knot)
cutting wrists
overdose on pills
car exhaust
blow my brains out (need to find gun)
jump off...
September 2011
2 posts
DEAD DEAD DEAD
Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate. The...
I figured since this tumblr is dead I would post something that is reminiscent of death. Putting this text type bullshit on tumblr pretty much fucking guarantees that it will be dead before it even lives. Anyway, death is truth. I imagine there are those who will find that the void must come from pulsing light as the strong must come from the weak and the greater from the lesser. This is no...
July 2011
5 posts
Watch
Crawl inside yourself
& breathe a little life inside
of your lungs, pink and puny.
—
When you whisper in
my ear it turns me on;
so I roll over towards
you and invade your
body with my own.
—
Inside of the treehouse
there is a stained carpet
littered with the debris
of childhood and hot
humid summers.
—
At times I feel absolutely
certain that I would be
...
Gang of 9
i.
Long time ago mama said: Boy, you git yer head on straight an love thLord with alyer heart And ever since she said that, I’ve been trying.
But to no avail.
ii.
my fingers are woven into your hair tugging yanking pulling your mouth is agape in distended pain and from your belly you scream—
my fingers curl into claws and your red slimy head I push down into the...
SARX.
I have nursed at the healing cactus and sniffed
The sibylline vapors at Cumae,
And have fondled the essence
Of dogs’ twilight ululations,
Lusting for the infinite.
Looked for that mighty ghost
Who’s said to lurk among the stars,
Cosmic arbiter Who
Emerged from metaphysical wastes to
Call us from this salty marble’s
Natal crust.
Faith rent, soul spent,
I come to see that He is me.
Exiled in these...
June 2011
6 posts
Veelaj
She is wearing a mustard yellow sari.
Gold bracelet halo around her forearm, it moves as she covers her mouth with the tail corner of her headscarf when speaking.
Geese, ducks, hens and chicks wander around the ground, grubbing, scratching the dirt and jerking their necks. Goats and cows tied with hairy, fraying lengths of rope to trees scattered throughout the compound.
Daughter-in-laws stand...
my skin coarse leather and my voice is a gutteral...
My stomach is swollen from years of excess drinking (put that bottle down!)
and now, in my sunset years- I am an angry man. (ain’t gonna be able to be nice, never)
I am a man of malice and agony, directed towards only one person. (i am the caricaturization of every mean old man you’ve heard anecdotes about)
My self. (it’s true- not even my own lonesome self considers me a...
3 things
1.
Recently- I masturbated and looked at Xrated material of an old girlfriend that I’m still in love with. I know that I am still in love with her because post-climax I think about us and what we will be.
2. Everymorning I wake up humid chested with my palm bubblegummed on my stomach. When I peel it off I see how the sweat makes my chest a lot like fly paper. I want to catch you on my...
bleeding mouth teeth
Dark wine red legs and feet all bumpy and cut up-
Uh huh! Uh huh!
And this battered heart his head all wimpy and low-
Uh huh! Uh huh!
Someone tell him it’s gonna be awright, awright-
Uh huh! Uh huh!
Cut broken bleeding mouth teeth red tongue red sputtering-
Uh huh! Uh huh!
Tryna say to my ear close by: please don’t look down on me.
Uh huh! Uh huh!
Eviscerated and the insides pour outwards-
panicking, I am struggling to scoop them up
but the boot heal stamps downwards
thud thud thud splat-
A whisper: Doing nothing, being nothing
and then I am emasculated.
Your figure is beautiful and
is displayed like an antique- fragile, expensive.
I renege on approaching and leave
the form within the display.
Well polished bell...
feel stuff
darlin,
the evening sky laid out tonight
is surely the skin of some sweet fruit
which i would love to bite into
laying here next to you
May 2011
13 posts
Sitting on my fucking
ass fist to chin right
angle elbowed thinking:
WHAT THE HELL/WHY SO HARD TO YOU?
Velveeta shell frown eyes water from
over blinking and
still-
sitting on my fucking ass fist
to
chin right angle elbowed thinking:
WHAT THE HELL/WHY SO HARD TO YOU?
hum hum
There is a gem and it glows, hum hum
There is a gem and it glows in the center
of your face, hum hum
Turn into me
I whisper into your ear, tickling
Let me invade you.
You let me, the gem in the center
of your face glows
hum hum
O.Y.
ZWEIRD, DUDE: The taste of it in your cup →
satanlol:
Received a letter today, unaddressed, reads: Kill me, Please.
I crumple it and let it bcome part of the rm’s decor, its contents contort into abstract shape. From my shirt pocket I produce a cigarette and twirl my index fngr among the cubes in my drink.
“god damn.” I say to my drink.
I am…
ZWEIRD, DUDE: My mother killed her children- All.... →
satanlol:
My mother killed her children- All. She slit our throats with a tender touch Gargled our blood and let the redwash Cleanse our bodies. She is a strong woman, in her arms We four, red an lifeless with dangling reeds ,carried to the backyard and kerplunk Inside the pool. We think among our…
Never love a girl whos name
starts with a vowel.
7 tags
Hot Tobacco Blues
Lungs proceed to birth black monsters
Kleenex cradles scarlet soup
Wheezing gets a little stronger
Left arm hurts; I have to poop
-KM
Sunset orange lips and you turn and grab my cock
leaning in you whisper: only into doggy. destroy me.
and i do.
sunset orange lips and you turn and grab my cock
leaning in you whisper: come on my face. destroy me.
and i do.
Fistful of blond hair and your head is buried
into a pillow, ridged plains and I feel so
turned on by my own strength.
Sunset orange lips and you nails dig...
KISH NOCHURA
The rains have moved on
and from the porch I watch as
the lightning fall away over the horizon
Peculiar creature!
Cat and bird at once
and of course, the face, embrace of a woman
from deep within a capillary mythology
Your smoke tumbles
slow ghostly spirals
and I rise up to meet them
at the source
The eye is extinguished
and after she gets...
Skeletal bag of bones sits cheerily
on bench, ghoulvapor rinse washes
out from his mouth and the porpuses
munch lunch on it down be
low.
Skeletal bag of bones sits cheerily
on lounge recliner in up-downscale bar,
ghoulvapor rinse washes out from his
mouth and the double fisting floor-feeders
munch lunch on it down be
low.
Skeletal bag of bones sits cheerily on
park bench in wide-open...
Oh, I....
legs tangled like crochet
on
cold summer’s night
or just chopped and
screwed
sweaty tendancies though there’s a trace of wind
resistance
wet blankets
knees tucked towards
the object of
affection
April 2011
36 posts
WatchMaybe this isn’t the place for this, but I dunno where to put it. I figure it might be too much for the Tuscaloosa folks on the ole’ FB. Who knows.
Summer Prayer!
Bleed bleed, blood
fast as you should!
come on out,
sweeter than mud!
Bleached summer skeleton
blond as I could
‘The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake…Write a poem…even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.’
-K.V.
David Cassidy sings very well for someone who is...
His foot is atop the gas pedal, mashed against the floorboard, and is sitting inside an unguided missile. The clouds overhead have been accumulating excess moisture for the better part of a day, maximum volume has been reached and the stomach of these nimbuses above burst open, violently—rain pours in waterfall’s worth of volume over everything; roads become unctuous and traction...
that look on your face was all i needed to make my...
big swinging titties are knocking me around and i’m like
HEY! STOP! UHH!
but these titties don’t stop knockin and before long i’m
OUT COLD
an so a lil later i wake up and big mama is sittin nex to me
and she say:
YOU AINT GOT NO SOUL POWER [om]
quick! shield me from this and black black all around, sshh quiet now
My dreams are broadcasts of big...
remember me?
‘Take it to the limit girl
and don’t stop gettin’
funky till you reach the top.’
-Barry A. Smooth, A Lover
a real life B.I.M./another confession
A big ole man was asleep in my little tiny bed BOXED IN, A SARDINE and that big ole man was snorin louder than my fan aaaauuuuu ooooooo aaauuuuuu oooooo He is the size of both of us and I thought: we should be in that bed crammed like sardines.
Written by, Oal Yor
An excerpt:
He is listening to an old jazz record of his fathers. His right leg is bent at a 90 and is resting atop his left knee, the foot of the right bobs up and down and he is whistling with the melody.
Recently shaved above his upper lip and the other provincial regions of his face, it is smooth and he looks 10 years younger, nubile. In his left hand is a tumbler filled with a light-brown liquid and a...
Lupe
When things get bad
I crawl inside my head
and lie low for a while.
I am eviscerated.
And inside my head
I crawl deep down into
an area that is sacred—
I am a bastion of malaise.
—and you are there, glowing.
My hand is outstretched
in your direction. You whisper:
I don’t want to hear your hate.
Do you want to get breakfast?
A faucet is turned on behind...
Well
The phoenix is fine, but how about her ashes?
Dang aren't there some other fruits I can use?
You have introduced me to a skeletal age: you are sprawled upon the waxing evening, curiously draped over tiles of sky and beams of setting sun. Far below, I stand around and stare upwards and breathe, quite unsure of motion and consequence. Filaments: dividing the retreating light spectrum in great horizontal swathes, from creamy peach glow down, towards the horizon, the taut plum skin of the...
I promised myself, with dull and tired eyes
that I would rise with the sun and find myself standing with my feet firmly planted
bend, twist, stretch, curve and mold my body into something new
or maybe i’ll build sets of wings the way birds assemble their nests
gather bundles of twigs, find stronger limbs to tie and bind into well crafted skeletal structures
paste old pictures and...
Kay, last thing from P.O.Y.:
Yes it’s true I am bitter
(like a lemon)
and yester
day I cursed
(ampersands/ampersands)
and spat on the
ground.
(butt cut & hard cement)
But today
I am a Dora balloon
(plump with light air)
tethered with a red
string to Jesus.
(T.LOR circa MI, cold!)
‘Ride on, Lord’
P. Oal Yorick sits
with his penis in his hands
(he he!)
and he plays with it
on his bed
(he he!)
and right when it gets
good
(he he!)
he reclines and says
‘Oooooooooo!’
P.O. Yorick has a few things to say:
I sit on a park bench
with one leg crossed
over the other and
my hands are neatly
folded in my lap. I am
crying because pretty
girls never show me
their eyes, pretty girls
only look at cool guys.
Show me your eyes,
pretty girl.
One pretty girl talks
on the phone to some
one, she looks my way
and smiles. Then I hear
her say I love you to
the person on the other
end. Rats....
‘This is where the cuties stop
to get a little gas and grab some pop
cuz there’s no other place I’d rather be
than in the company of some fine ladies.’
Barry F. Smooth, A Lover
Return
No one can bring your blood out like your self
No one worth hating like your self
Fuck hell a hellacious fuck
straight into the ground
leave your hate in your journal
leave it away
Open up your lips you fool,
let your tongue run across that hurt
natural razor sun light
uneventful waking midnight.
You want to be a beggar
you want to be deformed
eyes wide searching for poverty
god damn...
WatchThe new single from JC Albatross. Swag this shit out and all that.
An adaptation
Sister corn rows,
plow the valley
She’s gone exploring
her bloody cavern
The egg’s late
can’t you relate?
weep today!
Here we stand on diamond peaks,
morning’s skeleton warming
our laughter leaks
16 March 2011
Lightning lips laid out flat across me
Lips lightning laid flat out me across
4 this: mellow-eyed fiends swimming in
transient dip-puddles on pavement - it’s rain
so my eyes glaze a bit as I pull on my gloves on,
its the only way I know
to treat her these days
(Whoever she might be)
+ she might just be the goddess of the hunt (Diana(!)),
which means she be
big meanie
turn Actaeon...