February 29, 2016

reading daily report follies of follicly challenged naked apes playing spades and hearts






the skies were suited accordingly 
wise clouds in the morning, me 
and northward geese
had only ever wanted 
to make you laugh 
and smile even if 
for a fleeting moment 

(the, I want to be your dandelion wish, poem)

any contrail ads or thought derivatives 
based on bare armed desperate reach 
and where you go reading this 
will be venture capital-ized

I had to corner peer from the gauzily draped window to see anarchy had spread liver dead to an outside world waiting on crumble brigades...for the television had told us all morning the world would be ending with a doomsday edition of the newspaper full of the shooting executions of the unconscious souls masquerading as people and their scratch and sniff radio wonder children blended in...

('tis no small wonder why I stay inside most times)

I must have shit in the corner when drunk last night 
too lazy to want to make it to the bathroom 
Mondays are when I most often think my life stinks...

and whatever life one will be supposing  
has hoses for the infirmary and fires for when 
the forests and cities yearn 
to be burned down ash again rain...

we could be 
barefoot on the beach
yeah one set of footprints 
you carrying me 
I carrying you
you say to me 
to wet wrap
and document 
the erections...

erections...? 
I'm thinkin' why 
and what's with papier-mâché-ing other erections... 
I got my own thank you...
oh, you said elections...

I ponder and remember 
there are other membrane gathered 
long sea kelp swaying universes where they have 
these shirley jackson-esque lotteries 
these near ancient smooth bore rituals 
they've honed over millennia 
willingly eager participants and all...

here though, said articulate elliptical(s) 
would be reciprocal payment plans 
and probably patented 
for rights management profiteering 
by companies like ma's sandy toes...
in other words we'd need inducements...

meanwhile back inside the data stream 
every living seed is being sent 
to the dark side of the Moon 
one hears it stays cold enough there 
to suspend reason long enough 
to swear by any real estate prospecting 
to know every house has eyes 
a sill to pot and stage...



EJR ©

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  3. thou art quickly attired in fast metabolism stagecraft



    "...Thy mind be with thine eyes: and in them mirror'd
    The shape, which in this mirror shall be shown.
    Whoso can deem, how fondly I had fed
    My sight upon her blissful countenance..."

    from Dante Aligheri's 'Paradise', Canto XXI

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1H_Nc2hDkE

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    1. I do so appreciate sentient artistry and dragonfly wings...and am very grateful any time I can be imagined as part of anyone's José Guadalupe Posada piece...

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    3. it's almost like shrinky dinks my thought process went quick silvered mercury switch from your commentary of "borrowing" a face I started twitching in exhales and it led me to those steal your face emblems and decals associated with the grateful dead and then posada art and back into when summer time filled the air with scent...I am more into the moments of what happens when a soul enters a life form than into bones...and also what creatures great and small help us all inherit the reins and rains of then said life so to speak...

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