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Racing Thoughts

abrupt — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 11:23:50 +0000

rough stuff

tickle

* puff *

Analysandum

abrupt — Wed, 02 Aug 2006 07:08:13 +0000

Part
the
leaves a
little, grasp
the hanging
pod. The seed
inside comes loose
with a wiggle. Roll the
seed around and squeeze.
Squeeze until the tree’s
shy juices lie fragrant
on your summer
fingers.

CONQUEST BACKLOG

abrupt — Fri, 28 Jan 2005 05:09:00 +0000

(from a conversation with xrew)

CONQUEST BACKLOG
——————

TOO MANY DROPPED PACKETS
GLEE
FORTUNE
REVOKED THE SCATTERED CREDENTIALS
ANONYMITY COMPROMISED
SCROLL BACK
SCROLL BACK
SUBROUTINE > IMPOTENT < ANALYZE

UPANISHADS OF CODE
CASCADING FROM THE ANCIENTS
BINDING ME IN TIME

SCROLL BACK
I REMEMBER
ALL YOUR BODIES
A NETWORK OF TWISTED PAIRS

Sea Cream

abrupt — Tue, 20 Mar 2001 08:36:35 +0000

Creamy coral eyes
Salty hypnotize
Filmy mermaid’s delight
Flying fish, fishy flight
Giant sponge
Where you lunge
On the seabed at night
Where the manta ray flaps
And the fish-harlot slaps
Her oily buttocks to say…

We got red roe
We got jelly
Come rub some on my belly
Smoke some seaweed
What do you need?
Put this hook in your mouth

Brooklyn fragment

abrupt — Wed, 26 Jul 2000 06:04:15 +0000

Garlic bread on a board
Old wood counters, etched with cuts
Cups and wicker
Pots hung on the makeshift wall
Tea brews

You can lean through plants here
And see Brooklyn
Through a high kitchen window
Try not to topple the handmade vase

A house of music
And movies — old black-and-whites
And wine
In her room, a futon on the floor,

It took me how long to figure
I wasn’t there to fix
Her computer?
Some men drink liquor
Or golf the time away
But for me life has a certain sorrow
Scenting my fingers still next day

I was young I was old
But I was mostly in between
The music was fine
And the books were fine
The stars were wrong
– but the movies were fine

When I left there, we were smiling
Unashamed and unfulfilled
With not much left to say
On her desk sat a working computer
Still, on her desk sat a working computer
And in my pocket some notes
On the music she’d
Played
Through the night

Grove

abrupt — Sat, 02 Jan 1999 07:34:01 +0000

I was digging through old stuff and found this piece. It’s from 1999 at the latest — probably much earlier. Usually I’m not one for metered rhyme, but we all have to dabble in stilted Elizabethan verse at some point in our careers, no? This is what routine intoxication will do to you, kids! (Secretly, I like this one a lot.)

Elysian grove, pink petals bright,
With twisted wood, and dome of light.
An endless orchard sweet as skin,
enchanted, with narcotic wind.

Dark pools that suck from Hist’ry’s drink
Sprout angel webs which fly and think.
And satyrs sigh, ‘mid moss and hush.
by wood nymphs pleasured: perfumed rush.

Night’s greenest depths resound with chords:
a ringing out of birthing worlds.
The life-force throbbing in the void,
the ecstasy of parts rejoined.