CRiCkERS

(spray paint and marker on canvas)

Straight Razor Sighs

A turnstiles melody exists in it's rotation / though without closing hours coupled with motionlessness the pegs can never harbor the energy necessary to trod and play / so be reminded that the neighs of your mare at twilight are not soul songs of the moment / but neglections of camps deployed in hindsight / warming fires not lit 'til first light / feedbags left to spoil /jaw bits you never took the time to learn needed nothing but soft hands and a calming tone rather you assumed rested easier in mouths if soaked in good intentions and oil /
your feet may be bare so that you will always know the lay of the land more intimately than civilians and us blacksmiths used to pounding around in knob nail shoes / but on the gradient of the hill of this country we have another word for your T(enuous)L(oathing)C(are) / your ardent oil concoctions you believed yourself was mead / and that is interrogation / in the case of the horses sleep deprived unknowledge which remains more than likely / possibly potential homicide /
but even an animals fish eyed view of you spanning the height and breadth of a corporate high rise / even an animal crippled with no eyes knows what words of meaning are worth when there are no hooves through it's mane when it lays down to die /
but you don't care for yourself / and a gypsy's trust is only as worthy as their heart remains still / which in the heat of the dark and moment is sporadic unusual predated and honestly / not that often //
I keep no work animals or pets / no will that I recognize as my own / but as a communal understanding of the difference between productive solitude generated spiraling outwardly and gaps left in the earth by straight razor sighs swung from the ankles of trunks en route / scouring the lay of land for creatures to grasp coddle and smother leaving nothing of an excuse but blood on the roots saying at least I tried / over grown vines choke out the forest and when there is no where left for the animals to hide / they'll find refuge at front of the claw foot furnace that warms my nape and ember scuffed pant legs / my back to the light / hammer on anvil / there are no words here / no intentions / just a steady beating heart / a path to travel and a home in sight

Freestyle XII

How do we keep the clan steeped in circles?
the way we break spin the body movement
outsiders they see nothin' but confusion
but we who orchestrate the stint
we know the rooms that groove
tinker with chaos / a bios we chose
loose clothes / a natural high
our tongues are sky / rain hot dose
twisted caps shiver with bent knees
get low as roots / deep as oak trees
sly grins soak in the beats we weave
scratch mixin' sounds just to please us
swarms of limbs / sweat storm
drip drop before we leave / no fuss
just break in the beat / loud cusses
crescendo to screams / props to the artist
big ups / early hours of the morning sun
drawn curtains and long cuts / superfluous stew
our finger tips move in the air like blazed sluts
old school new school / present in earth ships
hand made by us / these ain't love shacks
we call em ritualistic vestibules / aka god huts
might as well got legs 'cuz ya know the walls strut
like it a prerequisite / you know how we do
you know how we must / trust the dust we rise
like we salt in the rain bringin' the rust / delirious
guts grown with a lust for the gust guardless of puss
shimmy with soles down gold grill born knuckles up
these bare bones don't rattle when we battle they prattle
the mantle scandle never veiled blasted loud as fuck
the kick and the snare the womp and the thump
this soul risin' shit now get on your feet /and jump

Living Room '08 misc. transmission

We are at Shambhala
it is 5:30 in the morning
Bass Nectar has warmed into his set along side the river
the sun is rising and slides visible slates of light
through what was heavy fog the night before
now just whisps cross the forest edges
the last glimpses of dragons breaths
pulled apart by swaying tree tops
everyone flows around each other so easily
as squeezed between fingertips
pills in the shape of needle sharp ellipses
there ain't nothin' but positivity here
all good vibes like the bass lines
love is all we know / ain't no disses
just the kinetic constant kiss of earth
against our soles and on rare occasion
the earth against our wrists
we never need to stop 'cuz every step
is a 1/10th second of a legitimate rest
we have been dancing since before the sun last rose
I laugh as I move to the dream I have chosen
the beauty here cannot be contained
so we do the only thing we know how to
so we push the air away with each sweeping limb
so as to cast any impending barricades away
the set crescendos it enraptures us
we are captured as we are released
and we are torn asunder and the beauty is free
listen . . .
close your eyes and listen with me

yeah . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Ickerrbak

The dart sled roses grew in dusted fire bended 'neath the forest floor at the foot of that great orchard / inside the softened sphere of lighting the flames took swift a cause crackling in posture spoke relation / brethren of our waving hands and rising cheeks sinching redder with the overture of another apple heart / sopping seeds and stars we carved / a steel blade runs the length of thumbs to a nail, string known and hips informed / if only these were mine / if only I was yours to own / we might spend the stone and agitate / acoustically in languages that only you could know / you taught the serpents symmetry / the snow / starving hares we parented barbwired through the throat / beat tread paths that danced like we do in the fire out of necessity / or to turn our nerve ends outwardly / we were oaks with upturned roots that lead us leave wherever we may go / and wherever the sky boats tow / there we will follow into a night crossed as canvas hatches / the bridges of branches wet as staved matches light up our way and point us to day with windows that glow and gates open latches

torches / there / north star / bare

spade nose upwardly gingerly we follow

for the wretches of clouds reflect the trenches of sounds / glinting as the leper shard mouths stapled in a lax style bound / accustom to corn rows gold leaf textured as kief coarse as the wool of a hound / the hides we bleed ground south from the poles cadavers under ice

heart beats melt the sleet the sheets of still polaroid snow

through a thin layer of frozen water

uneven with the skins palpitations

the hazel flecks of an iris skew in ellipses

reminiscent of the seed of the apple of your dissected eye

cut lengthways we embodied the shape of stars to come

on lesser days we were glancing sideways

and mistook the slipping blade for the rising of the sun

the symmetry of freezing rain evens out our pores

and we appear younger in the white out than we ever have before

when our shadows spread long enough to bend up
across and over the white wash picket fence...
when our shadows spread long enough to bend up
across and over the yellow as squash aging dog with no chance...
when our shadows spread long enough to bend up
across and over the worn through walls and roof of the home we built
but who's life over the last decade had been tested and spent...
it was in these hours that we allowed our powdered forms a seasonal step from threshold up across the caking dust plain stretched between the whispers we panned from goldmine to one another at the bottom of warm baths lips locked with a feverty exclaiming the length of canvas over planks we carved and set together we'd cross from cushioned caves and screen doors in a tone wavering as cellophane the traceless scar skims the hairline of your face / eyes accept the dust like lakes the dry heat and particles freckled our skin in circles / boney chests to perspiring nape / shoulders that bronzed the summits sun summoned our brooding mouths dictation from tractor chakra to cow tongue cuticle into yoga positions reminiscent of kung-fu studied widthways / the only difference is that, on today / conjoining the curvature of shadow our lips bent occular in an awkward attempt to rise in the heat of whats best for our souls and our nest to sew what is left so that they in later years in an hour not unlike todays can hold their swollen jaws high and in contest with a smile at rest and stand a chance at the shades judging stance we cast on a mushroom patch that we had nicknamed hollow
for that was the orchard where we learnt how to swallow ramifications and give way to a freedom our joints thirsted for on the dust plains a process of the combining of our marrow
for that was the orchard where we learnt how to swallow
and when we fed it was always the notions of an animals dying child
we are so sorry for the pain we've caused you
we just mistook these vestiges for bile //
we stood above the infants barefooted on shallow graves as we watched the bodies stave and swell / twitch infectiously as if they were the tunnels and home ways of something larger than the space that contains it / as if it were less when visible / wanting to disappear so that it/me/you/we/us could again be as it should / so that together we could finally be whole

and I know

\ I now know /
there are some bodies that never let go of their soul

A Record Slowly Backspins

My toes between the sand
the forest fogs wrap around my hand
my heart under the needle
endless intake of grooves
upon the vinyl
the shivering breaks induced
by the flow my knees make
collapse this jaundice babe &
rise the nodding head of the
man that I have grown to be
of the spirit that I have made /
of the tracks I am known to play
subliminal curses hinting words in
verses on where I will come to lay
two records fade
as one /
slowly /
backspins

13 Petals Of A Sunflower

And she remembered last november
skate deck the booze mess loose dress
the 26 by 52 eleven dollar canvas
india ink when we agreed free
thought is a silence that creates
a silence that breeds / a siren was she
lost myself in the curiosity
under the sheen / corsets skin set
bare back / no sleeves
memory is a muscle
so we work hard at memorizing
where our fingers lay
when there is no one under them
no clasps / gas masks / no keys
fresh face of the ocean
massage stones / stop motion
rotoscoped imagery predating subtlety
the bleeding bite is temporary
you know the dose / what is necessary
flick the clit of your cigarette / invert
put on the damage / I see you in the vestiary
UV paint / palms pray to merry
under the cloak you know what ain't
and I'm about to / so meet me in the rectory
and I'll show you what a living canvas looks like

agro/rant

So last night we're kickin it in Bastion and aeris and i were keepin warm by thrownin down some and we figured it would be fun if we went and busked our shit some. so we went to murchies and we're spittin and chillin and just havin a good time and then these 3 crackheads startin yellin at us to shut up. like they got some right. so of course we didnt start nothin. barked at them for a bit and they barked back and soon enough everyone involved went on their way. but man that shit gets to me. theyre panhandling crackheads contributing nothing to society and when i try to speak some art they got the nerve to give me flak for doin so? i call bullshit on that. anyway heres some agro rhymes to let off some steam:

It was just me and my boy Aeris
rhyme sayers boxin' and tossing verses
with hat down tryin to scrounge
some quarters for coffee in our purses
nothin on the street but the fog and
far off screams just us and some junkies
never doin much but skulkin and fumin
always bitchin about you know who
scuffling bout on their hands and knees
lookin under rocks and leaves for you know what
figure they got the nerve to tell me to shut the fuck up
what / the fuck / you just say to me cunt
comin on all agro and shit accusing me of callin your bitch a bitch
when i aint said nothin of that sort of offence
but while we're on the subject i gonna call it like it is
crackhead is just another word for dead so i praise allah
that i been and do roll with the crew of Ain't Dead Yet
still you shout bout how im so lucky cuz youd mess me up
if only ya had a shot or two or a couple of beer in ya
well if booze is the poison needed to go kill
give me 3 body bags and i show ya how to fill em

lol k im good now. and thats just it, keep it off the street and put it on the page or wherever it needs to be. just keep it off other people, or try to anyway.

Where The Swing Lingers

I write poetry to satisfy my oral fixation
my hope for another generation
my aproximate detenation of ready triggers
sanctioned to be the bringer downers
behind the mask I have bannered the final obliteration

at which I scoff and ask what for?
what of the toxic omissions missoned
from a darker place inside of me
a carbon fission heart and a set of lungs
even with the energy of cold fusion
spat on me and refused to start

so what of my practices
what of my spirituals my rituals
so what of my part
I was once asked
"so what is it that we do art for?"
so I will ask myself again
"why did you start why did you take any part
what is the purpose and why is your art?"

I was once told
"once we get into the swing of things
then it's time that we can start swinging things"
and I always wondered where it was that
we had to go to find where the swing lingers
and how once we got there the swing would
reconcieve us into a womb that pulled us
into a place that I don't remember
but I'm certain I had been there before
without ever having had noticed
'til now with strained eyes sore

and the profundity sometimes belittles me
in that when I awknowledge that I had been there before
I am akin to realize that I had never left
I had never left

Fractal Forest '08 misc. transmission

I was sitting on one of those benches closer to the speakers in the fractal forest. Ya know - just smoking bowls & cigs, eating granola and hard candies while still keeping a notable physical move on the beat. Partiers-by would stop and talk to me just to borrow a light, bum a smoke, find their hoodie, or just to talk to someone for a bit. This one guy saw me loading a bowl and came over & offered to drop some hash on top. He was dressed like a clown. So he came & sat down. We exchanged names & where we're from. Let me tell you he had not but two hoots before two of his friends (not dressed like clowns) well them boys come down and ask the man (indeed dressed like a clown) if he was ready to leave. He said yup we said bye & it took me five full minutes to smoke chunk of hash to myself.

The Land Between Solar Systems

...And I take time to reappraise
my new scars under an old sun
adaptations lending lies and truth to you
about who I am and where I'm from
constantly changing as it is consistently the same burning always
a grey haze atmosphere atop a cascading maze / psychedelia
green tea lights in the purple night mahogany wolves howling
shadows of the footprints we made
the fingertips across hips we traced
lips that solar flared with such self
similarity to the universe they embodied
I envisioned the heat intensely
intent on memorizing the verse
still wanting
but the color burn is slow / so slow
that when it rolls is pulls on me heavy
I was covered in 3rd degree from neck to toe
holy / traipsed the space of grass fires
laid to follow the downward spiral
my position may have changed
but it's still the same inside my brain
in my lungs / between my nerves under my skin
the evolution is ambient
so I keep tabs on the state that my vessel's in
and I take time to reappraise
the similarities between my sweat and the dew
adaptations about who I am and
where I'm from lent lies and truth to you
we will never gather all that
we need to know about one another
'til we can banish all time but the moment
when we can come together as immediate humans
creating immediate experience under visual atmospheres
when our lovers can become our friends
and our friends can become our lovers
when we can embrace one another as partners
conscious in that we can create
a community based upon ethical and
social values that pushes us to discover
how few barriers remain between what keeps
us on the ground / what allows us hover
where there are no walls just waterfalls
of movement niagaras of virtue and beauty
an understanding of the necessity of unified
concrescence / advanced appendages fingering the nexus
with a sense of wisdom / raw love harboring duty
so I keep tabs on what it means to be a student
what labs prove on the subject of universal influence
upon the internal thoughts I claim are individual and fluid
the artistry of mathematics born from superfluous congruence
the breadth of it all often is portrayed as confusive
but ain't none wrong in the confusion
as a matter of fact I weep in a humble sigh
at that I ain't finding what I'm looking for
all I know is the hurt not the source of my contusions
but I do my best to stay wide as a student
but still even in the rain and the running
the hurricanes and the pain and the study
I am not finding what I am looking for /
/ and so I take time to reappraise
my new scars under an old sun
find myself fascinated by the land between solar systems
the relationship between the stones and the throwers
the recipients and the victims
so I be the one with a rock in my hand and a hole in my head
cuz I am not finding what I am looking for and even if I did
the questions would remain eternal / so I ain't stress the quests
stay well dressed and hope for the best keep the snot off my shoes
and shoot for the moon / cuz it's all in the fucking sky
and I'm doing fine / I'm almost there
second star to the right and straight on 'til morning

Bass.ics

You told me that I was the core temptation drawing you westwards to peaking islands and rippling waters.
Well if this is the case then 'temptation' is just another word meaning 'the glint of a blazing reason' like smoke in a fresh chamber accumulating rapidly while at the flash of a thumbs notice the pressure is easily released.
Not vanishing but instead moving on allowing new embers to stoke where a heavier denser resonance is to reside / where two seasoned and ready sets of lungs will join in a conduction instigating brand new occurrences a world of chromed glass and smoked mirrors has never before seen.

Well if this is the case then 'temptation' is not that different than 'intuition' because everything happens the way it does because it could not have happened any other way / because we understand the bass.ics of the constructs we are given with which we are to create.

And I don't know if it's all of the smoke from the chamber talking but even at a distance in kilometers of approximately 1,052 and less than 12 hours of us in the same space as the music zoomed and our bodies moved I am vibing fucking heavy on you.

And maybe it's because really we are both just children star struck and smiling at the wonderment of everything that we don't know / including each other / but just like the universe there is something that is mysterious and yet strangely familiar something that whispers the bass.ics and gestures to the possibilities of a complexified structure / organic or otherwise.

Well if this is the case then I am teeming with intuitive temptation in the face of an infernos fiery reflection / casting cascadingly caustic shadows at my backside / dripping with wavering hands thirsty for creation / the glint of a blazing reason in my eye / the bass stitching beauty faculties between us as our bodies collide / the bass.ics binding complex simplicities created when all we needed was just a single moment to know

that there was something

that we could build together

The Come Down

The table tops are sloppy / the ashtrays overflow
chair legs unscrewed / wobbly / the whiskey spilled
this time what I'd call too far away from my body
no longer joint custody / still held responsible / wrongly
my mind's grown far too bawdy feeling too alone
in somebody else's home jumpin' with so many bodies
my limbs are not my own / these lips cannot / I cannot own
too raw too tawdry / no love between 'em tastin far too salty
then why so convinced my slurrin' comes across slyly
walls are breathin' an' spinnin' like I'm in the laundry
and I wonder why I can see my ghost spryly smilin' beside me

Every time in retrospect I would tell you
that the drugs work / no doubt about it
and I ain't tryin to fill no hole just tryin'
to expand my horizons and feel more whole
but sometimes in retrospect long after the come down
I can tell you that the drugs //
they fuckin' work / sometimes almost too well

So I be faint like a crook / and steal away slowly
to that of my dose / my hook / take it in wholly
shit sir thanks for the bump / appreciated homie
thanks for the cap but I already rolling / all kinds
of shit stirring inside and movin' on through me
whoa I'm comin up way too fast / I'm kinda losing control
wait what did you say? / I can't seem to understand ya
oh god / think I copped too much I can't even stand up
better grasp onto the banister / I know it was too much
don't tell me I told ya / only six more hours 'til the drain
of the come down / just gonna have to wait this shit out
but fuck I'm trippin' balls / just prop me up against the wall
hand me my smokes and a lighter / get me a lemon to suck on
get me some water / kill all the music and turn all of the lights on
sorry but I still got no clue where I am / I do not know my location
I'm experiencing and afraid of every thought that I am thinking
falling apart one piece at a time with every shallow breath I'm taking

just six more hours 'til the come down I know that I can make it
I know I won't swallow my tongue 'cuz I can taste the damage
I know my brain is bleeding but I don't know if I can manage
because I don't know what time is because right now I got
the consciousness of a goldfish and as far as I can tell I've
spent my entire life in a birdcage locked away and banished

just six more hours 'til the come down
just six more hours 'til the come down
just six more hours 'til the come down
shit man I think you need to lay down
hold on / just do the best ya can and wait for it to slow down

just six more hours 'til the come down I know that I can make it
I know I won't swallow my tongue 'cuz I can taste the damage
I know my brain is bleeding but I don't know if I can manage
because I don't know what time is because right now I got
the consciousness of a goldfish and as far as I can tell I've
spent my entire life in a birdcage locked away and banished

every time in retrospect I would tell you
that the drugs work / no doubt about it
and I ain't tryin to fill no hole just tryin'
to expand my horizons and feel more whole
but sometimes / long after the come down
I can tell you that the drugs //
they fuckin' work / sometimes almost too well

The Human Condition

At the sound of these chimes I find my rhymes persistent
propagating positive lines like I'm getting a fine dime
for every time a mind's been lit with
the light of my tongue's a diamond
perfect sides that reflect consistence
mirror images bend to ways of that of my mystics
transcend synonyms of my soul that I don't know like secrets
that's why I lend my family the castle and moat the thrown is our own
cuz they the surrounding spirits that know where the lungs & home is
and when one of the tribe is fucked with
we armor clad battle honed and steady
slitherin outta rome gotta handful of gonads
at our right hands our cronies grins glimmering
behind helmets shimmering appendages fingering
towards the hilts of swords we forged from serpents
built with love but that's why we shove relentlessly
endlessly our wrists are framed by white cuffs
sharp as a sturgeon surgeon stuffed
with Ritalin urging for a patient
a skin ticket a slit in the right divet
a twist on the spout of the right spigot
sorry hun about the extra incision
but a motherfuckers gotta pay the rent
to house my lovers and friends
a reason worth fighting for
a reason to brandish our blades
curve the words / extinguish the hate
relinquish the state of the sounds we made
hammer and sickle and socket and spade
laid from the dirt into mounds
reconditioning the ground
we may reposition landscapes
but what of the heartscapes and what do the storms say?

still as a staff against a soldiers stiff palm
calm as an explosion in the basement
disaster derangement
hurricanes we could encase and harness
if we projected a positive lattice across the face of the planet

do tell what are the depths
of this furious well that flourishes well
what are the composites of the human condition
do tell what are it's systems
where is the book of shadows to it's spells
here's a paper and pencil write that down
and list them in order of where they're bound from
where they are going and where I can catch them
cuz I got inside information that recognition of these
human traits as weaknesses is dangerous
cuz I'm experiencing symptoms deemed slanderous
that we're comin to grips with our old sickly position
maybe bone thin still thickly spun hazardous
waste contaminates our taste the similarities
amidst our breathy kiss betwixt the mist
we trace the lips of our brethren hope spattered
community laced racing the endorphins
it's like were all dreaming the same dream
so take me to a place unlike anything I've ever seen
unlike anywhere I've ever been
where the only machines propagate beauty
and a sound that is near haunting

sound that fulfills and never leaves me wanting

where we're never walking

just glide on the tones we're practically floating

so take me to a place unlike anything I've ever seen

unlike anywhere I've ever been

a place inside where we know what we can be

where we know what can be reached

so take me

still as a staff against a soldiers stiff palm
calm as an explosion in the basement
disaster derangement
hurricanes we could encase and harness
if we projected a positive lattice across the face of the planet
in the blink of an eye / in the space of a life
we could wake up tomorrow and everything'd be fine
we just need to confide in that the deliverance of the beauty of life
is based in our conscious projection of willful change and of mind
and we could explore space
together
both inner
and outer
in peace
forever