Omnitempo Maximalism

If it seem that im keepin my speech to a min it aint that i aint speaking
its the position of from the words are leaking just another dendrite
adding harmony to the flow from laugh to where the silence run
ohm mani padme hum i aint never started and man / i aint ever done
i aint gotta speak to be heard
or be anyone special to be the cure or make the line to know it curves
neutral affirmation
cuz in the past i've been destruction
been creation and in between i find my balance preordained
im deep enough to know myself
to take the gun outta my chest replace it with my heart
stash the death up on the shelf life knows what's best
participate and be a part and say what ya gotta say
cuz in the flow it all just glows it all just goes to show
it aint what ya know its what ya learning
that keeps the world a turning...
WORD.xxx.WORD. let's keep this fire burning...

Saffron

I'm de-looping the hard 3 street block rooster

to let him reroute the coup mischief

phoenix freed from out the soup mixture

now her fury's gone stock to the pot's gone

drip

drip

SPLAT out the ceiling fixtures

now this slurry come coupled

with rough floor splinters

saving tips of my fingers

for eating out the sugar cane dinner

when I'll be groovy sly whiskers

tongue got my cat

'til that barstool 6 foot five

I don't know how to measure

but that's some percentage of meters

long as vinage replace the fowl

suffering succotash will have me

less concerned about how

the feathers got in then I am about

how to get 'em out...

I been plucking these hairs 'til my beard bleed thin

thinking on how to meow that little door swing

she sneers perpendicular to my parallel grain

but we both know the truth like that ain't her name

calling 'here pussy pussy, here pussy puss'

still rambling on like different is the same

like the guts still pink what a lie to the brain

like the rudder sun sunk under weight of the strain

so the bow moon rose just to light a new day

ya put away the latches and went straight for the comb

crowing heavy through the wires of your old down town

ya flew 'til your claws watercolored behind ya

blending your DVS kicks in the manhole gradient...

baby, ya got spray paint on your eyelashes

and gypsy in your lips

I forgot that last rhyme entirely

when I saw ya on the strip

inky mushroom finger prints

are to me all you gift

the crystals ran away

and still ya linger like a lisp

my rhythm reach and sways

to carve out across your hips

and find the playing strings

of where two instruments exist

I been plucking these hairs 'til my beard bleed thin

thinking on how to meow that little door swing

she sneers perpendicular to my parallel grain

but we both know the truth like that ain't her name

calling 'here pussy pussy, here pussy puss'

still rambling on like different is the same

like the guts still pink what a lie to the brain

like the rudder sun sunk under weight of the strain

so the bow moon rose just to light a new day

ya flew 'til your claws watercolored behind ya

blending your DVS kicks in the manhole gradient...

~

shtop.

Waddup Pen Pluck?

raiding your parking lot like panty hose got holes

clouding centrifugal sensory forces

to meet and maim the darkened ocelot

the past in folds like gold jewels adorn the nose

a rasta rouse / a crime between me and you

a riot

a matchstick from ballerina orca stitch pirouette

an orchestra slung drunk heavy in the wings

we can get this bird to fly

it just ain't done being built yet

Feb 13th '10

I'm sick of pulling teeth

with her garter lace

but I gotta no touchy

so maintain her gaze

that bare bulb spot on

mother mary halo wreath

she a deity of nothin

but her own estate

without a please

she take my jaw

to the ocean's deep

peg lip ring to the floor

nail an aqua squeeze

before the dust settle

she done a trauma creep

my feet up the mountain

but here my head it stays...

so now I'm a 44 foot can of mace

lanky before the boards broke

now boneless face

down in the muck

choke on my cuss

I said it before about the bodies

how we tend to divy 'em up

teeming tentacles just out of reach

what the ....?

compared to the moment

I was a fucking mute yesterday...

White T

itsy bitty little fears

like the son, I might care

slim case of tall stairs

they came outta no where

to quarter off the area

no clothes no sneakers

no heart or aorta

stripped bare to my ink

not to some place

but out of the brink

that manhole cover

no longer in the dirt

I think

I'm the fuck out

to find some threads

that match my worth

wade in wine

up to my waist

glasses clink

and crack

slide the mirrored edge

along the side of my face

I open up like an

envelope apostle

sipping the holy grail

an occipital skull bone

all the dark red alcohol

flowing thick as molasses

out the back of my glasses

in them jars of clay

thats where you'll find the rest of me

that's where you'll find the pedigree

toking on my ashes

pass along the flask kids

when the bottom dry

that my time I'm gone

I'm the slurring in your speech

smoke rings from you's

pouty lips they fuse

dissipation since the breech

not unlike me to say the least

ya can see the blood coming through my

stitched shirt

mer de noms rustle like my white ears

perked

as I bite my lip shank back the tears

yea it hurts but I been bleeding

through my fresh gear for years

finger to my forehead

finger to my chest

finger to my shoulders

left then right respectively

aware of my mortality

still I go without a vest

I'm askin' for prosperity

through what's them means

I don't know man

but I ain't askin' no questions

so whateves it be

thankfully through zipper teeth

these scarred up knees

reverently we blessed be

lordy lordy

what's my next test?

where's the swagger you meant of me?

reminding myself constantly

lest I let the better g

stumble and FORGET

http://soundcloud.com/poeta-1

(Paris) Arm 65

Don't let the frantic

dawn blood shed in the rat pit

open up the comatose

shed light onto the vanished

breathe air into the lungless

break the speed of sound

with bass blown from the lamp lit

trace clones now throw

eliminate the duplicates

shadowed faces

dropped down and out

blade feign to pout

freight sought to catch

rip wide the batch

slay wash the match

smoke em if ya got em

cuz I flail like I'm haunted

burn dreams like braille

like I'm too frail

still out for the wanted

all static no stale

wind to the sails

like I haven't forgotten

that the spirit won't last

cut and paste sense slash

dotted line determined

we's still of the vermin

so bottoms up humans of humans

and drink deep

cuz I'm still here yo

til the last daft the last crash

the last laugh the last sermon...

ya steeped...

knuckles to knuckles...

heart of the secret we keep...

desert child

My spirit sounds like a woman

body moves like a man

lost inside the balance

of where I'm going /

where I am

I am where I'm going /

I am...

only when we break persona

through the molecules of steam

I'm touching the walls

floor and ceiling of the sauna...

still pages falling out

think I need a new sketchbook

think I need a new hot look

the cold lick of my luck

strip away my home

my scalp and my dome

black sand be my throne

and it's all gone with the wind...

Piss on the Piano

I stink like deer meat...

coffee cigarettes and blueberry juice

the trampling caused the paths

upon which we pause...

now meditate

my needing no longer wanting

my phalanx tooth

shimmy through

lose the noose

loose...

fresh goose neck bled...

the proof...

tongue laid to bed

what a grave

the sound of pianos has become

what a widow...

what a...

...

her death gave way

to these weighing waves

gaze I raise from palms that pray

psalms of silence

hymns hinge on haze

virus from the tentacles

I only accept

hands slack behind my back

as I grip the splitting cells

blindfold held til I turn away

only time would tell

but my love, my belle

do you remember?

we collapsed the skull

under water in light of the swell

we cut out the tongue

to cease the smell

senses fuckered

directions rudder

the base got harder

as the fins fade darker

we touch the bottom

to rise again...

death by pressure...

...my aquatic bones begin to bubble...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w1LAXNbxXY

dec. 30th '10

a glass of hennesey

whats the fuss

my skeleton hand

still strums the blunts

down tempo beats

still keep the buzz

gimme a cheaper drink

and I still be love

a case of lucky

my leather and studs

fedora pulled crooky

can't hide the punk

still I side step

like dub is sunk

got 5 on confessor

when none's enough

10 on professor

cuz he talk to much

11 on my sweater

and 12 in the glove

when I hit lucky 13

I will be the sun...

Unescaped / Undenied

First everything must recede.

then hate will tell us to fear.

silence becomes a beckoning.

our choice will not be heard.

compression of the smoke and gas.

us and the fumes

yet still with the empty.

our human lungs will flatten.

our human bodies will shrivel.

our eyes will turn to dust in our skulls.

and we will fucking die.

our souls folding inward

until they can no longer delve.

until our inside becomes the out.

we will push.

we will push.

we will push.

and fractal towards the light.

with one hand forever in the shadows.

the other prying back the lid of our third eye.

we will push.

we will push.

and fractal towards the light.

with one hand forever in the shadows.

I am unescaped / undenied /

unescaped / undenied /

unescaped / undenied /

nove 21st '10

small cat under the table cloth.

manhole shrunk.

cobblestone tracks lost.

gatherer of fibres

let the face of wind

be the pigment you draw.

slight skirt stitched by hand.

you gone not a cough wrong.

baby, sting me,

then clear out your cup.

black short wide straw.

window frames with space for the letters.

clawfoot tub filled.

rusty bottom.

inside ivory astro

span to your length

now narrow,

sow soft.

in the living room

i roll a blunt proper

for a queen like you.

by the moonlight

the splash of bath water

sounds so pure,

just knowing it's made by you.

tonight the cello sleeps.

our breath the metronome.

staccato with beat.

body shadows

lost in the dark hallways,

slender secrets kept...

...keep.

Running from Reaper

Yea I think I smoke too much I stumble and fumble around and spit up my gut like lunch fidget fucked but crutched rinse washed and crunched for what seems like as long as I've been from osh kosh b gosh to modern day slop not sure that I've lost anything at all from cradle to grave I still got the bat of my spine the ball of my skull a reason to pray that I never stop grumbling around with a hole in my soul got a hold of the whole nodda low note blown by blotter stolen remote trigger barrel point right rot at cha melee attack from this righteous rottweiler no real weapons but heavy paws and god handlers swingin piniatas in front of sightless jehovas in the inner depths of the projects during winter it was home was blown by snow to cut zones by lines of blood proper fruit of my loins dictate not a thing since family not familia in the deuce eye patched sting of these po cop caught called redeemer heres comes a freight fraught with my insecurities fought off in a single shot hennesey heisted heresy hips and cheeks gaut mother mary massacred barely under a cloud of mustard gas now a fetishy gas mask she dons a million buildings domino to the walls gone the horizon sun sung songs lost slung ruthless only when my gaurdian angel aint present I wake up in a pool of black gesso paint and apex the windows blown inward away from tresses i aint 17 no more so i dont wear dresses i aint 21 no more so i dont clean up drunk girls messes i aint 25 on the dot no more so i dont linger on lessons I cop the betterment like every second I'm the better men's mettle lyrics melt into metal to become the grooves in the vinyl hot wax inside the presses I got a lot of sound but im still running from reaper i make puddles from the ground cant put a face to the deceiver cant put a trace on the receiver cant get a voice cant get an opinion from any of my selves or any minion so figure my phone must be off the hook I'm shook baby tell me whats my choice I got the reaper outside the cleaver within balance is a tricky bitch but i fuck tight ropes with a shadowed brow and a shiny grin this aint no stint this is life long muthafucker and I dont mean an average 75 years I mean from never and on forever tears from a meteor tore the atmosphere a new few thousand potential flight believers now we scrying the next evolution in moon and mars dust how soon til the aliens pour out my wounds to pry my third eye into opening up tears from a samurai never touch the dirt so I'm learning how to be a cloud jumper from those warriors with nothing else but their own to quench their thirst and I'm learning yea I'm learning about code and honor not a word I am the thread and I am the pin the strike of the bullet and spear the precipitation inside the sauna keeping speech to a min shipwreck found in the tops of mountains and they said I was absurd I am a seamless face bounty saturated til blurred killer with two sharp fingers splinters in a bucket of paint carve out the negative space black gesso drench the vase dress disintegrate to lace to vapors to I don't gotta guess her layers so deco or fresco what ever have you in the back seat soliloquy spun from the land mine of my heart heaven only once the windows opaque with your skin you're no vehicle but I don't just can't not gonna give a damn...cuz I got the reaper outside the cleaver within balance is a tricky bitch but i fuck tight ropes with a shadowed brow and a shiny grin...now im out like the night and down like the dirt. ya dig? stay perked or get jerked in the skirt......peace.

caoco (lyrics not rhymes)

This ain't a show this is just embrassing

but baby don't step off

can't let go

don't not hopscotch broken nose

they're laughing

at you again

so fuck em caoco into the milk

don't go off the stage scribe turns to page

mouths and hands erased

now what are you gonna say

to them before the lightbulbs burst

the darkness is so thirsty for your tongue...

prolapsed the pink skull

There's no fixing this

my dreams, you don't deserve

your harmony's pot shotty

I open up in 1/24th sec rotations

nappy stem nosh unconscious

the inside of a skull

pink soft glow like its regulatory

I'm rushed into waking

I shit a better release

than what you'll ever be

I should'a writ a slender woman

into walking with me in the steam

the meat locker only goes so deep

the cold black barrel / only so long

our pi porous throats only so deep

you're so beautiful when you're choking

my jaw agape at the splendor of your memory

you're just so fucking gorgeous when you're dying

asian coins bark like deformed peacocks

that retardedly celebrate everything...

...you're so beautiful when you sleep...

an intro minor

I spend a lot of time in play
six hinges and who knows how many blades.
A couple of capable hands,
I'm gonna see what I can make.
2D, 3D,
words go no D
and still somehow in dimensionlessness
is where I carve out my most honest slays.
Throw the metal at my mental
to see what sticks and what falls away.
If I was the sky
then these symbols be my rain.
These cymbals voice in waves.
These syllables can't contain
even that which I, I...I,
just breathe...
breathe as breath pertains.
breathe...
now convey:

Nov. 2nd '10

This young chrysanthemum
crisp as a chrysalis
frozen in the tip of a wet dripping icicle.
Her static silence crackling outwards.
Vibration free.
Growth within the emptiness.

Blossom has come to change.

We leave.
this time, leafless.

Paw prints in the white out,
percolate.

In the cold
our breath levitates,
permanent.

A cause of insurmountable difference.

A cricket's lisp
will always go unnoticed.

CHANGE.

Change is so constant I could say

change a dozen times and the word

change would mean something different every time I said it.

Change

changes hands from those too stuck up bitch rich to

change to those too itchin' for something to scratch away the pain to

change what got them there in the first place when

change is first born right here in your head space.

Change is closer than the spark before the flame.

Change is the escape plan not yet thought of.

Change is the x and y chromosome woman or man.

Change was the world before we drew a map.

Change is the action of love when it is not hindered.

Change changes everything. ALL WAYS for the better.

Brothers and sisters

my name is CHANGE.

Not because I refuse to stay the same

but because I am that I am that I am no other way

and that, will never

change.

Changing my clothes

changing the roads

changing is flow.

Changing is strangers into lovers.

But when strangers become fighters

I would argue that this is not change.

I tell you this is fear, in the heart of one or the other.

Raising arms against our sisters and brothers when

they raise their voices and come out from behind cover.

Quick! Put down that cracka or put down that nigga

cuz if we don't things might not stay the same.

Cuz if we do things'll stay the same...whew.

Please understand that when I say the word

'nigga' it does not come with connotations of hate.

But when I say the word 'same'

please believe that I hope that it do.

Same connotates the stopping of seasons,

same connotates the same shit

for the same reasons.

Same connotates eventual blind faith

in all of the things that we believe in.

Same connotates the past tense of 'forget'

and it seems that 'same' has forgot,

the death, funeral and wake of yours truly.

My name is change.

A name given to me out of beauty for all that

change gives.

Change is

new life to be lived.

Change is the

new day casting it's

new sun and her

new rays don't ask permission

they just reach out to you and kiss.

Change is me saying everything and regretting nothing

because even if half of everything that comes out of my mouth is a lie,

well the lies will be overturned

and it is the TRUTH that wIll Set me FREE,

and because of this, I will have learnt.

and I will walk away

changed.

I've said the word

change

29 times

and that's 29 more times than I

need to say it for everything to have already

changed.

Brothers and sisters,

My name is change.

whale bones

Wrenches clatter downwards through the cloud of pots and cast iron pans

inside the joints of all tools the only constant consists of concepts

even consciousness eventually collapses enveloping continuity

eventually cooking becomes baking becomes burnt

a twist of a purse / the bent knee of a skirt

and still amongst the flash fire the gas and the char,

still, something, must be presented.

Calamity they once called me

'they' are on this day nobody

so at the moment I go by nothing.

you've your legs crossed

and the table cloth helps not with hiding

you've the heel bust off your right shoe

I can tell by the way you bite your lip

when I set this plate in front of you

and also by the way you're slouching.

They used to call you Vicky.

Only so that when they did you'd know

how little they cared about

what name you had actually been given.

I figure I touched a nerve

as you look away

pouring towards the ceiling

like it was the top of your foot

the back of your knee

your hip

your palm,

your face.

you take a bite

the steam wafts through you porously

and

I've been on the subject of you

for so long

by fork down both shoes removed

I'm rubbing the spaces between your toes

and you

grin, and already know too much.

I shut my mouth

the table vanish

the chairs standoffish

the consonance of our touch

our bodies maintain internal rhythm

rhyme between us belonging to

the assonance of our past...

alliteration, is not a topic

of which we spoke,

unless in hushed onomatopoeia

we cut from each other's shade

we gut from each other's tone

everything we've ever been

reinvented by one another

with instinct so honest

your shame and secret become me

my vulnerability leaves you writhing

and in the hot box of the kitchen floor

we playfully pressed blades

against each other's throats.

simply waiting for our lips to part.

as one of us tries to breathe.

The Snake and the Mouse

Tonight I killed a mouse

a call cut close.

Sticky floors and dripping walls

clinging to the fur.

Balance omni-unhinged

a splash of blood

a sudden slit of the shouts.

As melancholy pours

over my swagger

and rosetta stone glasses.

Sublimation engaged

a flexing of this tinge

before the masses.

Grey scale forms of flood

the skies wounds

back spun from open

into closing right up.

Four, score, born again

struck muck surrounds

nothing outside but

some inside markings

singe seething blind

I remain to the boards.

Kaa's bones and guts

ingested in the stall

a gust of wind

man, fuck it I'm sore.

This time

the rodent I am

a convict shimmy to the beat

of my own grift grieving hand

tell me

what's gripping man?

a band saw blade

made small enough

to cut off the paws

of 25 billion of 'em.

Microscopic witnessing

now I see

I always thought that beach

was made of sand,

and now that I know

that it can bleed

give me a shovel

and let me dig where I stand.

This is the story of the snake and the mouse

and how I got scales and whiskers

and a scaled down house.

I slither my way in

and I scurry when I'm out.

Don't know who I am

but I'ma figure it out

cuz I know it's up to me

and not you or my couch.

oh holy shit!

A snake in the grass,

awe it's just a mirror

I hear they're made outta sand.

And there ain't no moon out tonight

and therefore there's no light

therefore I can't quite

seem to really tell the difference.

So I end up spending the night

being chased by a mirror.

A feared of my own self?

Nah ya don't say?

The hair stand on end

towards heaven's sake.

With all blood cell praying

every paint pen spraying

I pull the rats and snakes

outta the dark and the dank

just to look 'em in the face

and say "yea I know that's me."

I set 'em loose again

looking forward

to the light of a new day

with new creatures to see

some I befriend

and some are meant to be slain...