c- starz

PCBs

2010-06-01T17:41:00.000-07:00

political cats blog spacious
take serif font to tailgates and drink vitamins
the dust collecting between the floorboards
verse for days

delays in paper

2010-03-23T08:28:00.000-07:00

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

2010-03-15T08:29:00.000-07:00

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

2010-03-15T08:27:00.000-07:00

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

You speak a promising pursuit: Rose.

2010-03-09T08:06:00.000-08:00

akp pices 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)....

she realizes concern in hardening globules

2010-03-08T12:59:00.000-08:00

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

2010-03-08T12:49:00.000-08:00

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

nose toes fingers

2010-01-29T07:49:00.000-08:00

some tattered and worn around the edges. the weight disproportionate causing the soles to slant at great gradient, trek along a constant hillside side-stepping each maneuver. the other protruding into the air, an eruptive interruption. noises too much, not enough, stifled and crumbled cacophony

C is looking for treasures on the sidewalk
a leftover piece of candy wrapper maybe peanut and chocolate to release the endorphins and add some protein. the used butt smeared with everparty pink lipstick (maybeline, on sale, walgreens, $2.97)

flat ballet-like slippers, payless special losing the elastic connect so they gap upon stride. tennis new, a yearn for athleticism. tall pointy stilettos, pierce the heart with each lift/place - the eyes run up and down - just in their periphery, this is a professional environment.

kleenex cover them from time to time and then fall to the wayside - the trash cans filling - one cube to the next back again
a convivial, familial thing.
mine begins to itch, discomfort.

Trying on different forms, C is looking a zippered leather case, oiled well with intentions for each part - this would provide order purpose, a collection of thoughtfully displayed actions. oxygen only gives so much - it needs to be super powered, maybe an injection.

now, it's Friday and she's on to fingers - rings and polish, fake applications changing the length, extension - they march. she wants an orchestra: each section makes sound from the chest
the winds are the pinkies, reeds lifting and rising
the pointer, percussion each key - the word processing department keeps time.
middle and ring make up the strings, delicately filling space

she's holding on to sanity best possible, wood, percussion, violin, cello and the thumb conductor, opposable glory leading the troupe

toes and nose give instruction a melody or opera follow

from The possibilities of distraction

2010-01-28T12:51:00.000-08:00

Last Monday it was ears. At the hour when everyone comes to work, it was extraordinary the number of ears whipping down the hall from the entrance. In my office I encountered six ears, in the cafeteria at noon there were over five hundred, symmetrically arranged in double rows. It was amusing from time to time to see a pair of ears rise, leave the assembly line, and move off. They looked like wings.

from marvelous pursuits

2010-01-28T12:47:00.000-08:00

What a wonderful pursuit: cut the leg off a spider, put it in an envelope, write on it Minister of Foreign Affairs, add the address, run downstairs, and drop the letter into the mailbox at the corner.

What a wonderful pursuit: walk down the boulevard Arago counting trees, and every five chestnut trees stand for a moment on one leg and wait for someone to look, then give a short, tight yell, spin like a top, arms wide, very like the cakuy bird who laments in the trees of northern Argentina.

opportune

2010-01-18T15:01:00.000-08:00

inked to a misfortune the dollar train proved misleading. a lovely size cited on the memory blog. she whispers and dreams in InDesign and Excel spreadsheets. filling out the curved architecture of get ahead. the mometum breaks the drive shaft boot - flower puzzle in the lobby. the starbucks lids wide. C remembers a before that never looked so good. the now always making jelly

a grey hair poked its way inside
looked around to find room
vroom vroom the media express
vroom boom a manequin leaning

jelly makes C now always before look so. the wide fuze lugging unsafe hours raveled. arcing conjecture shivers and reams the Microsoft connection. log for fire doled out to a four tune squeak. C fingers the dial.

they made a statue after us (regina spektor, us)

2009-11-14T20:29:00.000-08:00

in the pages we look for the special
like the contagious will feel the interior
like the interior means the end because of the word
the language of the two
a species notion and the smoke
begins to fill the room
a fire in one match

their objects
the space
and a place to make for the two
she moves so many things around and around

they made a statue of us

dear electric roll

2009-10-16T13:39:00.000-07:00

a spark misfired and my plug went reset
can you re direct our tongues to fill my purse?
it seems unnatural or impervious
each word a broken sound
their voices rise
the the they their
vocal voice vowels voice
rise raise rise rose rise
in
in
in tending
voices spread
speak spurr
spend send
sending in tens
tenses tension
in tension
through sound - a meme
a vocal sonation intended to invoke memory
a false notion of before regenerated today to forecast
or retall the pages restruck
re struck & torturing

letters to the magician

2009-08-27T08:43:00.000-07:00

entrance to a top hat. the hands are empty.
paper mache hexagonal matrix full of volume
the IRS wants a piece $60.33 overdue

dear black majic in your ebony is there an opening?
if i tunnel will the transit just glide through?

skin sentences piece her tattoos underneath just faded
suntans the memory block 60 spf only 15 for the lips

mr. clamboring fab - does she glisten even in the morning?
does she swim through the dew and remodel the kitchen?

with transparencies overlay the structure - a seamless
integration organization: 7 round stones, 3 long sticks
1/4 inch diameter, a pencil, 4 sheets of leaf book paper
- the makings of a lifetime.

black wig with dragonfly clip

2009-07-06T21:38:00.001-07:00

the prescription is missing day 7
viod notion one broken part

drop ice in the pool

shaved head laughter jolts reality
contagious tumor breaking
peeing to relieve the sting

she read about his heartache and triumph
so many dreams to write
where is the action in today?

there is a hole in her left shoulder
minor insertion makes the needles enter
without so much intrusion

static

2009-06-16T08:33:00.000-07:00

like a hang up all round
tumors grow into her chest
lymphoma diffused large "b" cell stage III

dictionary table side to understand
linguistics
learning a new language
each piece of vernacular
within the throat
lurching into the atmosphere
a bone marrow scrape

dogs eat the marrow from chicken and cow bones as a snack
she isn't old enough to have all these needles

chemotherapy
take the meds to get ready for the meds
when we were younger they told us
drugs are bad mkay

politik

2009-03-17T11:31:00.000-07:00

she's dripping saliva to build a forrest the words
fragrant take hand; save the ruins
missing pieces and layoffs
the kitchen seems smaller
a little more bark
and four-pronged forks

we wont tolerate a bonus
no, we wont.
capitalism resides in the monastery where the same people where the same clothes
they cheers smack gaelic all green and grotesque
deep throating a sausage if you line them up make a sentence

just one at a time don't get greedy they said just one
more dollop to fill the tube C takes stars and questions the air

how many licks for a ring tone to be vocalized?

buildings and lasagna
a full piece of metal for the new teeth
to make a sound that isn't already heard

she wasn't heard
now the e-mail blasts try to remake memory
saliva a forrest all dripped in plots
the seeds are molded into cities and the towers need an architect

had a dream

2009-02-23T13:04:00.001-08:00

two faces four arms
livestock roaming the streets
and a goat oh, the old goat
paunch and all two pronged toes
even hip width apart
ready to spur
a boxer moving 'round the faces just danced
like lively the goons in the pine on the street
the house all click, click
they changed and we drank whiskey and spat
blake and a few ginsberg the accordian did not work
so liz threw down a shoe and andy took the pictures
jared cooked up some spice while joe did the talking
all the oration intelligent toxin

memory spun golden they forgot the names needed and just
made it up long the way

longosta

2009-01-30T11:43:00.000-08:00

where exactly do you reside inside the coffee drip
little happy puzzlethon a collaboration in cross pick
the lexicon to validate accuracy
not so difficult because it increases by day
like the sunday morning breakfast test the first
lady selects the hanger for a shift to show off in
a Russion dance with subtitles too many things to
take a picture and she reads the dialogue of contemporaries
a little savory - they are having gatherings
the exilced all met at the labyrinth's wall

writing memory

2008-09-23T16:20:00.001-07:00

1
no time in the shoe box
such verbiage like the dead string lovers’ play
she does the call to interpret limitations
laps around the track and a lake in the middle
maybe a reservation

training requires dedication and patience
give me give me give me $20 in the parking lot box at the corner.

her tongue is timid knows the scar and works its way around the edges
like a disco ball parade white black, slip of

the tongue knows the outlines of the mouth
of its owner and that of its lover becomes a game.

remember the color of first?
close your eyes now go backwards three times…
she is writing to make a new one or maybe just working through to gain the courage.

2
He said stutter and she said how?
Impediments reach in touch and let go –
They sent war machines with poems and dropped punctuation marks
There are no vowels to spare.
She hasn’t felt his tongue, doesn’t know if it will puzzle the vacancy where her art is on the floor.
The alarm clock misses

3
minutes and a number for the outside
To release from the memory, to write though to artifact where sound fills the back box
deepening digressions into deluge
sailing out of the bubble gum into the carbon dioxide

she molds the jello and dog biscuits to take care of something living.

biting down

2008-09-05T12:17:00.001-07:00

sentences presencing taciturn or moppy the liquid runs down the floor
a gum drop placed upon the end of the nose – C contemplates alone
to blue or run the morning no clean sheets
interlude of hum two times one tuba

he says he doesn’t know any better
doesn’t make this decision very often

a butter knife down the left inner thigh
a coffee cup set dripping on the stove
three more salt licks and the block loses shape

return mem like an overdue libe

2008-07-01T09:01:00.001-07:00

She said she wanted to watch it all a full iris from the interior like if you eat the eyeballs then you gain better understanding – if you hold his penis in your right hand you control the urination. Taped to the left cheek she sees whiskers and the upper bicuspid. Speculations make for a missed block and two miles later the bad side of town opens with grubby fingers and a finder's fees for empty aluminum cans.

This building sits on the line between them, you and the rest you know. Like that, the invisible partition between – the electrons are happening soon – two dipoles making a moment. The molecule exhibits changes in physical composition.

Birth control comes in little fabric packages purple and teal – feminine colors to make you believe you are not removing a piece of your sexuality by altering the chemical composition of the interior. The extraction of the supposed to replaced with nothing and the single stream recycling. If a paper clip gets in the way – the whole process can jam.

The body replicates and reproduces cells on a regular basis. With cancer, the cells mutate and duplicate at mass speed. The error function serving more active than supposed normal. The normal develop codes and congregations, the deviant multiply and spread along the surfaces in between crevices and asphalt.

She said she wanted to watch it all a full bulbous detracting from the outside. The ticket taker makes no refunds, and now the story has splayed.

hospital

2008-05-07T13:13:00.000-07:00

is it justifiable to give someone treatments for a disease when it has eaten the insides of the body? can the body regenerate for the sake of others so they dont have to let go?

watching my grandfather with tubes coming out his chest and abdomen it makes me wonder if all the technology we have is a good thing? when we kill the insides to squeeze a few more days or weeks are we getting more life out of someone or is it just extended moments because we don't want to let go?

the body pulverizes the interior while the exterior remains the same. "You know it is really hard to think he is so sick when he looks good." how do you handle this or respond to the wife, your grandmother? how do you tell her that even though we keep coming up here and that he ate all his jello - he is still going die within the month? if he even makes it to that point?

how do you deal with death? it happens every day and you know that it will happen to you, but the letting go - the reality that someone won't be there any more, but their smell, their clothes, the places you used to go to together - their favorite foods will still be at the grocery store. you can't make that go away - how do you mitigate that pain?

that is what keep bothering me the most - how will she just get used to being alone? how will we all do family things anymore when he won't be around? who is going to complain and ask for shrimp cocktail when he knows full and well we are at a mexican restaurant? who is going to ask the waiter if he is single so he can try and set him up with my sister or me since we haven't gotten married yet?

how do you keep from not feeling guilty for never letting him see your wedding or your children bc you just havent found that person yet?

why are hospital waiting rooms full of uncomforatable chairs and vending machines loaded with artery clogging foods? shouldn't there be exercise bikes and fruit machines so the living people can help themselves live longer? and what about a punching bag so you can release all your anger and hate on everything around because you have to lose someone you love?

these probably aren't exceptionally deep ideas or thoughts, but since this is the closest person to me that I am in the process of losing - these are my current thoughts.

under

2008-03-03T15:49:00.000-08:00

squawk big bear three year hermit shell
go smoosh on sensitive nature valleys

she retired and promised not to return
the yellow brick
all taken for HOV passengers now
no single occupancy vehicles allowed
so she walks / counts sidewalk patterns

C shines meridian like an over played record
they are going online with it now, not enough consumers
sea wind blows a loose one to the other side
see the new ness in moving away from all that
in the grey space the lingering thoughts
in the grey space she remembers
what do you desire by writing memoir

i want joan retallack to fall from my fingers and dodie bellamy to vaginally release all that is feminine and ugly like the one quote from that art chow where she saw a flower and it looked like a maxi pad brown from use where it is full and makes you feel like it is wrong to be a woman

the stomach just fills and fills bloats to belch and then a birthing device - all the beauty is rotten and rotten is beautiful like a white plastic bag in the wind the cliche american building time for another place

like the little people just take sabatical
she's ready to move

the diving bell and the butterfly

2008-02-25T09:45:00.000-08:00

Encapsulated in a small space or a large one there is no room to move. The movement only stutters in letter form - like a myspace page "server busy" or "error notice." Try not to think about it too much - just reach out to your loved ones and say thank you. Lineal movements of the arms cause silhouette charades to mirror the inside of the right eyeball. A pound. A pound. An interior pulsating that just rotates ad nauseum. Taken to tiny measures she dreams again and again, new endings or days for tomorrow – like if you think about it long enough – there will be a remedy. Inside the diving bell: water all around...an ocean cloudy with turbid phalanges. The forearm curves like a perpetual “C” and she sees it as a sign of compatibility or genuine concern. A kiss on the left shoulder. Roll over, and begin to sleep. The days pass by in random order: not all long or too short, just pedestrian in quality until – Until she walks with determination and looks forward instead of down, to the right. A pathway for the eager is sometimes too inviting or sensitive.

When the right eye is sewn shut depth perception removes itself as being a quality of measure. The gauges freeze and you are looking down a tunnel. She knows this tunnel like the lost highway prelude – just a continuous pavement stretch. Stretch, stretch – her triceps burn from overwork and the midsection lays soft for good luck and three wishes. When he softly pressed his lips upon her a shower of acupuncture needles filled the frame – at first enraptured, and then pausing to find a flaw. The beauty of movement is that you can always change direction. In feeling the way to a tomorrow it is best to think of before and just hit replay hit replay – the butterfly lives inside the chest – papillon – mariposa – syllables that beat upon themselves, so the word actually represents the meaning. Like the casual stroke of hair from cheek conveys a novella or when you see flashbulbs in the iris and the room is dimly lit. She continues to look inside the body for elixir. A cadaver not dead opened and the moths kept in a jar on the bedside table. The diving bell regulates air so breadth is rhythmic – a thrust in and out. The left thigh pressed alongside the outer and nails running down the back scratching to lift off a piece of skin.

Encapsulated inside the mind there are no boundaries and no tactile means for gratification. The butterfly has yet to synthesize – a Diels Alder reaction taking maybe four (4) to seventy-nine (79) hours. If the body is paralyzed, would you consider a seismic event? Do we only take the time to feel the earth move when we are awake or can imagination prove strong enough to fabricate memory, and thus the perceived reality? If our toes intertwine and touch all throughout the evening will long walks around the park lead to…there are just too many ways to script an ending and the ultimate lies in everyone’s future. The ability to wake and truly enjoy the next is what is so often taken for granted. If anything comes from the incessant pondering it rests in the rising of the sun and the production of sunsets. A strong wind pushes through the window and she thinks a diving bell and butterfly: perfect matches for cinema landscapes and glacier meltdowns.

So, yeah – the diving bell and the butterfly some heavy shit :o though definitely worth viewing. I think the next time I go to the movies I will be sure and do a bit more research. Maybe that is the reason things resonate so strongly, when there are no expectations, the impact of the shudder lasts longer.

can you kick it

2008-01-20T18:06:00.001-08:00

like the little creatures or beetles

sees scarab or sun burst as the best in the rainy days

they gather in long lines with the rainbows / patterns linikng those the same near those the lame like some sort of widnow display

the onlookers--oh, so quiet peddlers trying to get in that first door, but not quite upstairs because that makes for commitment and many just dont know who handles that kind of strong flavor, not to mention the allergies

just puke it the parking lot to relieve the pressure and drive some more

maybe all the way to albuquerque and back again like the nuclear reactions those beetles will outlast removing any chance for stomach pains or the salt licks

and the cold outside just seetles in the bones and the strong souls have risen to a higher level left us for the time being a sudden lightening just pierced through the styrofoam and she thinks chemistry: diels-alders too many organic compounds to memorize, but the fondness of finding a place to linger - she'll linger a bit fellas just a moment or two for the memory and maybe longer for the always looking to tomorrow sum the yesterdays

the yesterways link chain link fences around the suburban homes that you are supposed to move into like the little legs on the beetles paddle

around the water tank there are moments of quiet to acknolwedge those in passing it seems that the poetry is supposed to revel or revere the words in such a manner eloquent

-Farewall Dr. John Hogg (1/20/2008) - you were a mentor and your memory will be cherished.

"this made him certain"

2007-07-31T08:48:00.003-07:00

and this one telling something certainly telling a something to this one that other over moves in different patterns more like the gynastics stack cartwheels ontop of one another for the dust bunnies in the litter can - she can tape stories for hours up and down the hallway a regular daily stream on high-speed she can movement soft witches in the jelly garden so the slugs have enough room to pivot - like the dolly toy left on the third shelf - something telling something certainly telling that memories don't fit well in the pocket and slip when you bend over - like certainly telling something certain she is certain that did not go well

thank you pennsound and miss stein

"this made him certain"

2007-07-31T08:48:00.001-07:00

like a semicircle cross-stitched out of sweat

2007-07-19T09:45:00.000-07:00

the beads don’t line up exact a left turn pivot
swing over to the right then balance on your hands
the body folds and presses fumble into exhalation

maybe the juices from the left over mascara on the right sleeve and the scalp moisture
will serve as elixir for a tomorrow dawn the excess skin from the right toe blister ooze

to retract an ounce take three hungry ghosts
slip them inside a blog comment down a chocolate soy drink
pluck once more at the keyboard she mem can’t remember anymore

no more painted faces in the dream people for fantasy - the fridge holds rotten fruit

3 strawberries 7 cherries and 1 peach drying out
succulents need the lips pressed firmly lapping in the squeezed

mirrors in the dressing room sing off-key karaoke with laryngitis

she mem can’t remember anymore
the lines from yesterday are taped in left over hair from the bathroom floor

the future of media

2007-06-20T13:02:00.001-07:00

Michelle Ellsworth's Hamburger

2007-05-29T16:09:00.000-07:00

DAM Untitled #4 (Birthday Suit) –
Michelle Ellsworth’s Hamburger 5/25/07

in the
simplicity of it
a hamburger
some tomatoes and no jazz

those stolid figures turn more stiff like a sharp
wind only blows through the gaps
and the cellulite air-brushed

she can look though windows
count calories
550
one meal in hapless

ordering the play color

black balls in
the square box

2ft deep little urchins and spit connect
to open wounds run skinning all along

gap time

2007-03-23T12:31:00.000-07:00

taping together the pieces start to slip through
fingers don’t always hold on tight enough
like letters just stitched to retell the interior
it isn’t adequate this lang lung gauge or some
other smell that lingers in the sheets too many
extra pieces litter a dross filled alley to the other
part where she is stinging together the lights
make things brighter or more refulgent how do
you adhere that yesterday with the image in a
measure of phonics tripping Heidegger pulled
a straight line while Benjamin took entropy sliding
out of any resistance the reels fold into sentences
yanking chords and chopped verse for the dolls
to piece together like a Barbie closet with mix-n
match all the rules for discussion out of one, two
time picks the word picks the word gracious to
absorb slats that line up one by one in a phrase

from the book of mem 14.5

2007-01-17T09:30:00.000-08:00

thought she could write & scribbled a diary hieroglyphics stomping
the yard so fast she tried to forget
mem lingered upon each syllableblondesyllable
shot each star as high as the eyebrows
peak to each stare and kiss i she played that part
so beautiful

guess i am 21 century now

2006-09-08T09:35:00.000-07:00

all of this to just try and leave a comment for jamba
we'll see if i can remain consistent