Tuesday, March 23, 2010

delays in paper

C reads the blogs of others to live vicariously
a foreign object has lodged itself inside the cavity
moments of space muted
ventriliquists put their hand inside another let their inside out

never sun saw the poet here a word
mystical mistaken the onion in the fridge shed flakes
from the mold overtaken
shortened in a line
the pattern of starts move each day
she ran through the door
hugged him and dripped the shoulder

to be away 'office' den toxin

c sees crossroads and valleys
the makings
rope stick three coins and a
brain longing reflux

Monday, March 15, 2010

in the pages we look for the special
like contagious feel the interior
like inferior means end
the word of language
two nova species
smoke in a room
move things around

pistel and clay
comma hardened in the rivets

wording

worldling a movement pendulum
brought forth in snow the lilac scent sprinkles
dust carriers like mites scrubbed clean
to make a better guest
when we add another candle the moments become softer
aged drift of cod oil and lumber the house needs a fresh coat
like mine flaxen a wide tooth-smile makes the cover more appealing
take that appendage put it in your pocket
top left turn extend \the touch of skin upon skin simulates cordial

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

You speak a promising pursuit: Rose.

akp pieces the literary and traingular on a mission to find the searched position. The position to locate the self in a space longitudinally precise, yet so remote from anything tangible. The hunt for the proper longitutde and latitude came about the same time as the search for the dictionary. The need for the English to catalogue and define each word within their language so as to create a boundary. The vertical and horizontal parameters for which the text may shuffle. The integration of a noun and a verb and how they are to be purposed. To take from the lingo of the street and make it proper. "Hey proper lookin lady." The mother load of vocabulary splintered and defracted into nominal memes for digestion by a population eager to chew.

Poets like andrew k. peterson, jared hayes and joseph cooper violate language, devoring and smothering all to vomit it forth in "new" (a different tangent, on if new could be the bon mot as nothing is exactly new, rather a reformulation of something already created)....

Monday, March 08, 2010

she realizes concern in hardening globules

pink glitter tips give furniture
the boss lifts butter cranberry covered
hers clear nibbled

one goes to the inner eye scrapes and removes a crust from yesterday's mascara

intermitent

8 seconds
make up the batallion stringent
to the many walking around
too many cries into the moon
a running pack - each taken
full quarter of a mile
an eighth of an inch
the make up breaking starboard

would you prefer medium or rare?
the bold bravery of two
the told chicanery
looped at the knees
frocks hung by the bedside

interlude
dancing