Saturday, September 24, 2011

Friday, September 23, 2011

a tom riddle

i am five, unquestionably so
but you could argue i am really only four
above all else, i am twelve
increasing as long as i'm allowed
so i ask you, dear eater blue

who am i?

in/out

words but no fraises
minds but no arts
sounds but no earring
love but no 8

Thursday, September 22, 2011

yes (no) and no (yes)

i've gotten used to it.

for a long time it was only poetry, spilling out of me in pitiful little bursts like some four year-old's pot roast farts. now it's prose - turgid, undemocratic nonsense to be sure, but prose.

certain concepts are off-limits, certainly. you can't take a slice out of an entire culture's (one pandemic upon our planet, i'm sure we can agree) lexicogram and not destroy certain ideas.

but ideas can be reconstructed, just as you can easily prove, using basic processes you probably learned in secondary school, by solving for f''(x) of e^x using definition of a deriviative. you believe you can't but you can. go look it up, solve for y, get confused, you'll see

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

september 21 2011

morning comes early as some always say
life speeds up, remember today

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Sonnet 3527.142857 Repeating

of our numbers one, two, 3, four and five
believe in only one at any time
blue others only keep dear eater live
all counting in stacatto in blue rhyme


Monday, September 19, 2011

september 19 2011

one sound i want to make
isn't a sound most want to make
it's in a name, so no way in
security by obscurity

noon blue happens to begin a mystery
one we can name
but we cannot name apples

ogres and grinders
new mary jane rules
blue honey and deer eater blue
hook twice and a you're finder

no deal to seal

you may ask, dear eater blue
why is one like two?
because of 3, and four, and five
says i

says you
by times of 3, and four, and five
says i
is one now dead? are two alive?

and we crawl back inside Blue Hive
to seek meat for dear eater and blue
honey for our leftwrist lovers lives

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Bee Argybargies

i got a bad sickness
call it panty pool
pontypoor - pour
call it a virus
or a slickness quickness
not tit for tat
one doe
forbidden letters make you sicker
it's the lisps tatter dee artists

o o o tat sakes
perrier in rags

so elegant
so intelligent

Friday, September 16, 2011

friday september 16

good news from bend
bad news from bend
poultry play
amorous in strings
can't believe i forgot a tire and a woman
will.i.am?

Thursday, September 15, 2011

donnerstag september 15

fearful but no longer frantic
first wins
tears for peers
misfits and ingamuffins and every place ive ever lived

wedensday, septemeber 14

film of eric caroline and dan
mary jane rule
as i was meeting zampano (or was it billy?)
a boys voice called from deep inside a castle cavern
i ran dripping from the shower
all ok

soccer practice
ria anne
strong boys
triangles


Tuesday, September 13, 2011