Monday, January 8, 2007

excerpt from Crossing the Ameri-Con

You were the dial tone wrung from the form letters of the pulse of the promise of Tomorrow

Rhinestone rivulets gleaned from a damaged vector

At 2.97 radians per second

Receiving light in a reservoir of oil

Especially tasked with nutrient-enriched soils

The cause of all human conditions traced to a chromosome

Amber-melon pouring over the boulevards

Bisecting a liver with a caregiver in shape of a heart

You opted for birth in a no-choice scenario

You cut your tongue on your own sharp words

You spilled semen from your clitoris did you not

You killed a star in monochrome the papers pissed on it making you famous

You missed out on a seemingly seamless alibi flirting with the fine print

You swallowed LSD looking at the LCD display waiting for a time frame

You swallowed when others followed I then swallowed you whole

Like water the taste was negotiated by its role

Thursday, January 4, 2007

excerpt from Crossing the Ameri-Con

You catalogue the penis of a memory

On the bedsheets of a tambourine

Grazing upon that tangerine hellfire

Which widens, then withdrawals

Quieting all psalms and songlike structures

The agitprop pleasantly prepared by the paper of record

Whose larynx utters a slew of laughable syllables

Something about friendly fire in a friendly villa

Inhabited not by phantasm but prisms

Prisms of electricity, prisms of thinking

Of the American winner in Paris

Of the deleted repeated world

Looking for the atoms of a cancer

From the top of a mountain range

The band serves up something tasteful

It's a parabolic suppressor

Which focuses the radio frequency from the main horn

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

excerpt from Crossing the Ameri-Con

When underwater the sparkling proves the existence of fish

Proving the existence of oxygen in water

Proving breathing is involuntary unlike existence itself

You’re a confession backed into a corner

Propelling thought into a flux of birth

At the sight of the birth of my phantom rising over my still breathing body

The phantom greets passersby on all fours

Tethered to leashes and defecating on the floor

Defending the episode in question

With a spin-off channel of the music video

Pushed back to birth by the Earth itself