Tuesday, January 27, 2009

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I have just woken up and am still very tired. Caught in the middle of a tremendously crippling writer's block, alleviated only by the occasional inspiration concerning writing assignments for school. Trying to live harder/faster, staying out until 3 or 4am every night regardless of the day of the week

Hey look over here (thx dennis)

-ta

Monday, January 19, 2009

www.atchusk8.com

ones with long shirts
brown ones
empty glass wonder ones
tall-haired mountain peak ones
scary nightmare shoulder ones
and twos and threes and force

d-line

thatsmy wifescream
jipp-julloping forever in a saucy sundae morning
she rings like car keys
teeth yellow son shine, shoe's
a real wonder
a thong in the snow

richer than God in tit
her sweet name were aruba
she always tastes like Diet Coke
and brought the day down to drought

Thursday, January 15, 2009

hey sxy

A plateaued platter of battery acid tea,
a demitasse soaring and tremendous,
low-sinking and prostrate
is limerence –

Catwalks over spritzing runnels,
Adam's saturate ale gone irrigateless,
filliping gin says shh to
this limerence –

A crowning cusp-stub, accomplishing
commencement, just some bring-to-pass
at the end of the road, the bounteous lesser
of limerence –

Furlongs of catenas ambling along nagging colts,
as bovines stir half-and-half inside their steins,
sipping into sots from
their limerence –

Abstained cartographs show
ectoplasmic skeletons apt to drip
on subway seats, laid
down into some stickling soil,
on the edge of a snifter,
rests this – my limerence.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

1

I covered my bed in
newspaper and tried
sleeping on it as a sign

of my ever-lasting love
and devotion but then I
figured that was too forward
so I cleared the sheets and
got under the covers I could feel
them they were warm all those
and every them only sobbering
crippling covers

the next day the afternoon was
breezing cold the sort of grey
daywaster when you keep thinking you
hear someone knocking at the door keep
knowing no one's there against nautical
diaphana rues Erinyes
waiting

loveshlong

I just wanted to let you know that, if you were wandering, yes, I did find the Arc of the Covenant for yr birthday. Just what you wanted. You should know, though, it's really composed of glitter macaroni with glued-on plastic gem stones. I didn't get it either, but I left it on yr step anyway, and just as I was leaving, yr mother came to the door and let me in. I combed her hair because she asked me to. She was wearing two pearl earrings, but then we melted one down and spread it as a topping after she made me Crepe Suzette. I told her my hands were cold. She let me warm them in her cleavage. This means you can invade my country and kill and roast my young anytime you want, lover. Just absolve they souls to Christ, okay? And while the Holy Spirit sates you, let me watch you lick yr fingers. I am begging you, please please me. I'd like to lunch you, like to take off yr dressing, shining like a Thousand-Island sea, like to French kiss, please lettuce go now, tomato you and I. For near my knee, you've left a splash of semen since dried over. I will wrap it in tight plastic as to preserve it for forever: you are deeply loved.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

shuffleboard 3008

Making Eyes: Cosmic Providence, etc. - w4m (Ellsworth and elsewhere)

I smelled you today, having
a missed connection with
myself – you, eye-
fucking the shit out of
me you ask me
my name twice?


when you walked out,
I heard someone call you Melissa
I'm assuming that is your name

Me - I'm a newspaper
a shaved head
waiting outside the bathroom,
mostly dark colors,
nothing and never
(but definitely blue
even put on t.v.)

Where did you wander off to,
the outside line are you in?

I want you to fuck me with you're huge dick
I'd sleep a thousand nights in your crappy broken bed

When I turn to get my barings
please don't just disappear
some of you was pretty attractive