obviously

didn't leave big enough offering for Arbao this week

that's a weird word, eh?

super
jut had one of those moments when a word degrades
super
when you say it and suddenly it dissolves into a meaningless noise
super
and you say it over and over and the neurons don't connect they just
l l l l
h a n g
there
limp

and the word goes slipshod into wormhole and back but isn't ever the same after, just a version of itself, artificial and suspect
slightly yellower than when it left, with a light buzzing sound

serum caffeine level

is directly proportional to raised eyebrows
burnt toast is great with peanut butter and honey
the paintings look juvenile and vapid
super

erid crup thinking 1

this is not my beautiful 7
this scup is flur
look JUST LOOK
signifier. of what?
five. over. again.
there was a
line
m.i.s.s.i.n.g.
gun! yes? or spike? spike! did you look at the x-ray?
man! that was impressive
dint dito dint dito
told you it would be a long one
sutured never healed
i didn't know about that guilt
that creepi creeping
erid? erid? are you mine?
can you hear me?
erid? open your eyes erid!
what day is it erid?
can you count backwards from 100?
where is the line erid?
erid? don't fall back to sleep!
it's only a tube erid, we just need to find the 7...

sudden dearth

dirt and caramel dogs
popped rocked for god
in the drive-thru fix
walls whiter can cover it up mostly
but i still can't feel your ribcage move
sing boy 90.4%water
couldn't separate paper
from the shy boy
who's 13.4%fighter
touch the scabs lightly or they peel off like fresh paint
and photocopy the wounds* for immediate distribution**

*mostly to head, defensive in nature
**scattered randomly under windshield wipers in urban parking spaces

nothing like bitter

to get me to laugh out of a slump
i was wondering if the damned wrote "i hate"
and i can't even recall if that's the title, just the recurrent lyric in the song
so i punched in i hate and got this which made me feel somehow better.
funny, because you wouldn't think it should.

man in a pink shirt

i hid
had only opened the door thinking it was
mom trying to build me a platform
but it was a man with a clipboard
and a pink shirt i crouched
down holding panicked
breath not shutting so
it wouldn't make
a sound not a
click

now i want to have him for breakfast

no patience for the living
and only guilt for the dead
is it just my ego
preying stealth minds as excuses
for vast ineptitude
in day to day matters
like toast and grass
kindness elusively put down
crinkle edges torn tin
wanting not to make those same words
that slay brave knights
on the all night streetcar
relooping though
actions are completed
encapsulated
the tv of each memory has a different editor and mine's a fucking bad sitcom
with a dead leading lady
full of soundbytes and confessionals
digitally enhanced carpet
darjeeling , love?
it'll never happen in a month of chrismases
breakfast is for normals
on sunday
oh god, the phone again
no i don't want it
pushed into my life
like toothpaste out of a tube
go AWAY
FUCK THE GRASS!

i'm going back to bed
fuck the toast too...

on brownness

shadowed, unclear, underdone
still bread
a line missing
( what should have been there murmurs )

but the effect is nice
serene horizontal mudded
quite
and a twinning most gemini
he'd like that

what's he thinking in the dead world tonight?
was it cold
on that bed
when we flipped
off the switch?



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speaking of mud,almost went brown today had my finger stuck right in there
but then i laughed and thought better of that
i might be naked but i don't like brown paint

rain anxiety

been sunny for 2 weeks
now i have photo shoot if it rains i am going to fling self bodily off highest peak

paint goon

it's a pain(t)ed world as of late
guess i'll do it
guess i'll read a million books, hide under covers
do the toenail thing
guess i'll carry the weight
guess i'll hate a few people
guess i'll look over the shoulder to try to read the word on my back
'cause the mirror says luf

jangle

my father has been dead for one month now

ask us

we will tell you we don't know
we will tell you not to
we will tell you to skip the perimeter
bypassing the maid dream sequence
(technically impossible)
chew the flavoured fat so cafe-go-lightly
like a condemned man
you said it was stale but it looked
fresh:enough
for my liking
but you've always been picky

what it isn't what it (ucking isn't

painting::::::::::::::::::::fuc)::::::painting
this is not::::::::::(uck::::::::::::this is not
painting::::::::::::::::f)(k::::::::::painting
:::::::::::::::f:::::::::::::::::::::::::::c:::k:
::::p:A:i::::n:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :t: :::

pome

altho i am nice now
i still say fuck

what it isn't

painting
this is not
painting

spaced go galactose

ethereal traded seconds for forward go motion
a lack of sharp contrast
wall of heads

BANGBANGBANG milk mile file defile de
foul fool ful loop look mook monk mink milk
the daytime frames a greenness you can't find under any hell bent moon to mock

look over your shoulder
it's in your hair tangled baby kisses like unsharpened pencils
written in that look i've seen before

what i can't do

• surf; horseride; hold breath for any extended period; ballroom dance; distinguish dog breeds; speak or read urdu; manual labour; intellectual pursuit of any significant depth; theorize; spelunk; scubadive; suntan; grow wings; go back in time; be a different skin; plumb; hang-glide; cultivate super powers; turn insideout; bake

what i can do

• wonder

surf

surf, n.,& v.i. 1. Foam & commotion of sea breaking on shore or reefs; -- bird, coast-bird related to sandpiper ; -- boat, of buoyant build for use in -- ; -- man, skilled in managing --boats ; --riding (on boards, as a sport ). 2. v.i. Go --riding. Hence --'y a. [earlier suff ( c. 1600 ), poss. of Indian orig. ]

charm biscuit

like a window full of cereal boxes
and slumlord banter
walking the extra block for the cheaper coffee
surreptitiously
cuz you are hip with the owner of the swanky cafe
love her skirts
the gap in her teeth when she smiles