Howling zeppelins scarring underbellies
texture reminiscent of mountain tops rubbed smooth
the fires still ember strongly / naturally
I find a new summit opposite the plateau
for us to create worlds still
simply under a sunset glinting aurora
in a tremulant of fresher hues
fractal jazz / the flora and fauna
what happens in the holding bay
of an cliff ward zeppelin when
there are no formations for its descension
besides the painting aft chain from the sky?
just let it hit the water
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Howl Zeppelin II (you know how it is)
The same
dippings wet their wicks
on cuticle poems and vapor lyrics
flashed in a rain of passion
I can't help but clear my throat
of all this art I supposed
at the knees of our high tides
embankments disengage shone the brightest
when your radiance was nervous system electric
a murdering experience resurrecting a woeful womb
a joyful lambs hoof quartered as the moon
I fear that I will all ways love you fear
that I have been a victim to the comfort
my heart felt for falling I fear
that I do not fear because the weight
of a birth defect's disfigurement
is not a labor of uncertainty
adjacent the basement and rotting bones
a compliment for the molds growth knows not the edges
remember when the sheets starved us of our lower halves
we laid naked to the waist and breathing heavily
enough that the sun rose with each gaping laugh we stoked
loudly and wide smiled enough your eyes slivered slates like sun light
bereavement is a fiend thieving that this is something that you could ever deny
what to do with the shearing halves hemisphere broke the skin
what to do to give you planets atmosphere
what to do to separate the fault lines
what was less than you had
what was more was that I spat physics on the consistency
you quantum religious the two between could ever let you in?
dippings wet their wicks
on cuticle poems and vapor lyrics
flashed in a rain of passion
I can't help but clear my throat
of all this art I supposed
at the knees of our high tides
embankments disengage shone the brightest
when your radiance was nervous system electric
a murdering experience resurrecting a woeful womb
a joyful lambs hoof quartered as the moon
I fear that I will all ways love you fear
that I have been a victim to the comfort
my heart felt for falling I fear
that I do not fear because the weight
of a birth defect's disfigurement
is not a labor of uncertainty
adjacent the basement and rotting bones
a compliment for the molds growth knows not the edges
remember when the sheets starved us of our lower halves
we laid naked to the waist and breathing heavily
enough that the sun rose with each gaping laugh we stoked
loudly and wide smiled enough your eyes slivered slates like sun light
bereavement is a fiend thieving that this is something that you could ever deny
what to do with the shearing halves hemisphere broke the skin
what to do to give you planets atmosphere
what to do to separate the fault lines
what was less than you had
what was more was that I spat physics on the consistency
you quantum religious the two between could ever let you in?
Howl Zeppelin (you know how it is)
I drank you in a dream of tattooed isis ensembles
stuck my seeds in obituaries denied
and I cannot be certain of the dust I seen
click stacked under burden of their assemble
I read you amidst the quiver dogs teeth
anthropomorphic / the child inside relitigated
fevers at the touch of my surgeons hands described
as ions detracted amongst the chemical imbalance
and tinker heavy only since you've been at my side
indigenous I must remember your climate is not
binary not organic but crawling backwards as the
septic woman spoke / almost mythologically so
I cannot be one to back star any prevailed truth
surrounding legitimacy of your (yes, your) text feed
the wavering transparency
to your distracted eyes of my clawing walls
is the closest your molten aircraft to my quilled castle
that you will ever come
in a moat throat sung found torrential you are drunk
in a wrote horns contort to tones with no dead lies
compass is an island from which the center you will find no dye-rection
I must remain for you only as the foot note ascribes
I hope for your sake you one night find
a cedar clearing in the out stretch of your mind
brass malice encompass is an island from which the center heaves
with lust a trench I weave to the sounds of another day
I hoped that tomorrow I would still feel the same
I can only hope that tomorrow I will still feel
stuck my seeds in obituaries denied
and I cannot be certain of the dust I seen
click stacked under burden of their assemble
I read you amidst the quiver dogs teeth
anthropomorphic / the child inside relitigated
fevers at the touch of my surgeons hands described
as ions detracted amongst the chemical imbalance
and tinker heavy only since you've been at my side
indigenous I must remember your climate is not
binary not organic but crawling backwards as the
septic woman spoke / almost mythologically so
I cannot be one to back star any prevailed truth
surrounding legitimacy of your (yes, your) text feed
the wavering transparency
to your distracted eyes of my clawing walls
is the closest your molten aircraft to my quilled castle
that you will ever come
in a moat throat sung found torrential you are drunk
in a wrote horns contort to tones with no dead lies
compass is an island from which the center you will find no dye-rection
I must remain for you only as the foot note ascribes
I hope for your sake you one night find
a cedar clearing in the out stretch of your mind
brass malice encompass is an island from which the center heaves
with lust a trench I weave to the sounds of another day
I hoped that tomorrow I would still feel the same
I can only hope that tomorrow I will still feel
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Kanvas Kuts
FOREWORD march / 'esir
we be boys flackin' spray paint
across the brick walls of a
thousand ear drums beats and
no I don't care what concerns are aired
what others words are spared
'cause I kut this canvas myself from bone and hair
ergo the organism is fucking fresh
like it just been packaged and not a scrap left
I sever words like toast totemed upon tonal originality
crowds leave the long haul for need of a nurse and triage...stat
so let's get on and engage this brutality
burbank battle school free from the rules
and stank of responsibility from the swamp tank
war mongers with no civility
and please believe presenting me with no thanks
hazy as gravy muckin' about blockhead fools
enunciated as maybes shout shuckin' lock stock
dangling body parts in the deep end of the kiddie pool
blizzards / what's my primary objective
victims / tell me what should be my next prerogative
and I'll tell ya where the venom lives
how to suck a teaspoon like sandpaper and rug burns
finger tips under shorts skirts that's the secret purse
where I keep my vented and fur lined wisdom
where I orchestrate information snuff films
organized and labeled in bottles like
once upon a time there was an encapsulated vision
spittin' refracted reflections of aerosol pistons
our inanimate manifested mystics scrawling
soul songs hung on about how
This system's missed missioned symptoms
since I must have missed the dissed spliff
between hot man and cold God's alienated cyst
trawled bogs called sissies fallen soggy crawls
with limp wrists lifted in a last ditch attempt
to iron out maybe scout or crisp up it's lisp
perhaps lynch a better sinched nerve
but It lacks the word
so God finds Itself perturbed
at me and what It thinks It heard me
spread whispers 'round the mulberry tree
rumors about non existent clits / clack
kinda like this but even more like that
useless shit's simple / just suckle
It's supple crippled crimp inch dick ever
since sought gifts been stacked *hack*
biffed off of lists *racked*
tricks like dogs rinse piss in a slovenly
rubber malleable as my last lobotomy
flustered summer's rot / can
however unfortunately the same place
I planned on pitching my pot / plant
Kanvas Kuts pinned a name on my rut
whether I like it or not
no matter which ways I sways
I'ma always stay the same ol' page
bustin' my gut onto the same blank page
so I'm lookin' for the difference
I'm lookin' for the pen
the free line on the brick wall that wont fall
where's my disturbance?
the wind that'll turn over
a new cover under my agin' hand?
where's my handle? where's my pan?
where's the foot in my sandle?
where's the worth in my grand$?
coincidentally the harvest came in star
and moon with the timing of the hot flash
stay crouched under the bullet sing bomb blast
not a single human left to arm or man
electrician's boiler suits cover up tattoos
skin deep proof born for a right to no life
needles and knives contrived
personified as blazed sluts covered up
robbed brats corrupt imagination barred
from what you know is phat / no trims cut
is the sly cat blissing under wide brimmed hats
slit but not scarred burning as blunts but not marred
grin soaking fronted methodies like harmonies
focused through a smoke stack and what's that
pulling cards like if trap's soft skinned snapped
beveled emboss / capped inside a tunnel
where it don't snow the dry wind knows
how to get me hard how stiff the smoke blows
off the project rooftops I dropped
leavin' notta but I ought'a disrupt the air waves
a beautiful mark on the concrete
an urban legendary memory is what I'll be
even in the wake of a 21 gun salute
offered by the 3 factions of the disillusioned
I hollered
"Something Has To Change"
...they stayed the same
and still hold my ghost in revery
Kanvas Kuts pinned a name on my rut
whether I like it or not
no matter which ways I sways
I'ma always stay the same ol' page
bustin' my gut onto the same blank page
so I'm lookin' for the difference
I'm lookin' for the pen
the free line on the brick wall that wont fall
where's my disturbance?
the wind that'll turn over
a new cover under my agin' hand?
where's my handle? where's my pan?
where's the foot in my sandle?
where's the worth in my grand$?
where's the payload that don't sink in sand?
the gummy hole that don't stink up my hands?
it's in the nervous knot's home of my stomach
full of your scent and starved to not vomit
drippin' from the inside of your ivory thigh
to the outside of my cobra arm / don't cry
just come back with fifty two coffers full
known how to get me off grab my hair and pull
black and blue and purple from the hard slap
light the candle and let the wick drip
a queen with a quart of rope a sharpened ace
a red jack a spade in your leaf hole
three thin blades a can of mace
extract
what we'll use as lace from dried seconals
glazed Bolivian marigolds a heavy haul carry 'em
bring 'em home and we'll get 'em sold
AHCK! derelict jettisoned not a single r-e-a-s-o-n
at the top of the trees faith rust and weather spoiled
emptied by the bottle full chug 'er back and get 'er done
I be fucked up enough to know how to construct a cuddle mold
a chariot spinning to the center of some better sun
cyclical and non nervous / bad habits
the core of the earth vows no protection
for anyone who pries from it's lands a hatchet
fresh moss / wet dirt / angled projections
and so what does that make of the best of us
molds of us from melted glass from tempered sand
and we are left with what becomes us
sly grins cut lips brass knuckles
a bad habit for collapsing canvas
broken fingers / satchels / buckles
tape decks iron necks and nails
that kinda shit breeds construction
reasons why I slug conduction at all
of the right mind and of the all tongue
the all seeing eye of art is the all blooming sky
of men and of women / of the old and the young
the all seeing eye of art is the all blooming sky
of where I can't seem to stop
so I paint a universe for myself
of a place where I can start
the all seeing eye of art is the all blooming sky
of where I just cannot seem to stop
so I paint a universe for myself
of a beautiful place where I can start
Kanvas Kuts pinned a name on my rut
whether I like it or not
no matter which ways I sways
I'ma always stay the same ol' page
bustin' my gut onto the same blank page
so I'm lookin' for the difference
I'm lookin' for the pen
the free line on the brick wall that wont fall
where's my disturbance?
whether I like it or not
I'ma always stay the same ol' page
bustin' my gut onto the same blank page
so I'm lookin' for the difference
so I'm lookin' for the difference
I'm looking for the difference
we be boys flackin' spray paint
across the brick walls of a
thousand ear drums beats and
no I don't care what concerns are aired
what others words are spared
'cause I kut this canvas myself from bone and hair
ergo the organism is fucking fresh
like it just been packaged and not a scrap left
I sever words like toast totemed upon tonal originality
crowds leave the long haul for need of a nurse and triage...stat
so let's get on and engage this brutality
burbank battle school free from the rules
and stank of responsibility from the swamp tank
war mongers with no civility
and please believe presenting me with no thanks
hazy as gravy muckin' about blockhead fools
enunciated as maybes shout shuckin' lock stock
dangling body parts in the deep end of the kiddie pool
blizzards / what's my primary objective
victims / tell me what should be my next prerogative
and I'll tell ya where the venom lives
how to suck a teaspoon like sandpaper and rug burns
finger tips under shorts skirts that's the secret purse
where I keep my vented and fur lined wisdom
where I orchestrate information snuff films
organized and labeled in bottles like
once upon a time there was an encapsulated vision
spittin' refracted reflections of aerosol pistons
our inanimate manifested mystics scrawling
soul songs hung on about how
This system's missed missioned symptoms
since I must have missed the dissed spliff
between hot man and cold God's alienated cyst
trawled bogs called sissies fallen soggy crawls
with limp wrists lifted in a last ditch attempt
to iron out maybe scout or crisp up it's lisp
perhaps lynch a better sinched nerve
but It lacks the word
so God finds Itself perturbed
at me and what It thinks It heard me
spread whispers 'round the mulberry tree
rumors about non existent clits / clack
kinda like this but even more like that
useless shit's simple / just suckle
It's supple crippled crimp inch dick ever
since sought gifts been stacked *hack*
biffed off of lists *racked*
tricks like dogs rinse piss in a slovenly
rubber malleable as my last lobotomy
flustered summer's rot / can
however unfortunately the same place
I planned on pitching my pot / plant
Kanvas Kuts pinned a name on my rut
whether I like it or not
no matter which ways I sways
I'ma always stay the same ol' page
bustin' my gut onto the same blank page
so I'm lookin' for the difference
I'm lookin' for the pen
the free line on the brick wall that wont fall
where's my disturbance?
the wind that'll turn over
a new cover under my agin' hand?
where's my handle? where's my pan?
where's the foot in my sandle?
where's the worth in my grand$?
coincidentally the harvest came in star
and moon with the timing of the hot flash
stay crouched under the bullet sing bomb blast
not a single human left to arm or man
electrician's boiler suits cover up tattoos
skin deep proof born for a right to no life
needles and knives contrived
personified as blazed sluts covered up
robbed brats corrupt imagination barred
from what you know is phat / no trims cut
is the sly cat blissing under wide brimmed hats
slit but not scarred burning as blunts but not marred
grin soaking fronted methodies like harmonies
focused through a smoke stack and what's that
pulling cards like if trap's soft skinned snapped
beveled emboss / capped inside a tunnel
where it don't snow the dry wind knows
how to get me hard how stiff the smoke blows
off the project rooftops I dropped
leavin' notta but I ought'a disrupt the air waves
a beautiful mark on the concrete
an urban legendary memory is what I'll be
even in the wake of a 21 gun salute
offered by the 3 factions of the disillusioned
I hollered
"Something Has To Change"
...they stayed the same
and still hold my ghost in revery
Kanvas Kuts pinned a name on my rut
whether I like it or not
no matter which ways I sways
I'ma always stay the same ol' page
bustin' my gut onto the same blank page
so I'm lookin' for the difference
I'm lookin' for the pen
the free line on the brick wall that wont fall
where's my disturbance?
the wind that'll turn over
a new cover under my agin' hand?
where's my handle? where's my pan?
where's the foot in my sandle?
where's the worth in my grand$?
where's the payload that don't sink in sand?
the gummy hole that don't stink up my hands?
it's in the nervous knot's home of my stomach
full of your scent and starved to not vomit
drippin' from the inside of your ivory thigh
to the outside of my cobra arm / don't cry
just come back with fifty two coffers full
known how to get me off grab my hair and pull
black and blue and purple from the hard slap
light the candle and let the wick drip
a queen with a quart of rope a sharpened ace
a red jack a spade in your leaf hole
three thin blades a can of mace
extract
what we'll use as lace from dried seconals
glazed Bolivian marigolds a heavy haul carry 'em
bring 'em home and we'll get 'em sold
AHCK! derelict jettisoned not a single r-e-a-s-o-n
at the top of the trees faith rust and weather spoiled
emptied by the bottle full chug 'er back and get 'er done
I be fucked up enough to know how to construct a cuddle mold
a chariot spinning to the center of some better sun
cyclical and non nervous / bad habits
the core of the earth vows no protection
for anyone who pries from it's lands a hatchet
fresh moss / wet dirt / angled projections
and so what does that make of the best of us
molds of us from melted glass from tempered sand
and we are left with what becomes us
sly grins cut lips brass knuckles
a bad habit for collapsing canvas
broken fingers / satchels / buckles
tape decks iron necks and nails
that kinda shit breeds construction
reasons why I slug conduction at all
of the right mind and of the all tongue
the all seeing eye of art is the all blooming sky
of men and of women / of the old and the young
the all seeing eye of art is the all blooming sky
of where I can't seem to stop
so I paint a universe for myself
of a place where I can start
the all seeing eye of art is the all blooming sky
of where I just cannot seem to stop
so I paint a universe for myself
of a beautiful place where I can start
Kanvas Kuts pinned a name on my rut
whether I like it or not
no matter which ways I sways
I'ma always stay the same ol' page
bustin' my gut onto the same blank page
so I'm lookin' for the difference
I'm lookin' for the pen
the free line on the brick wall that wont fall
where's my disturbance?
whether I like it or not
I'ma always stay the same ol' page
bustin' my gut onto the same blank page
so I'm lookin' for the difference
so I'm lookin' for the difference
I'm looking for the difference
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