17 April 2011

evidence excommunicated in an ashtray

i forget...here's to the # 12

since i'm a few minutes late, here are some honest rough drafts; sketches of pomes i have yet to finish:

Bix Beiderbecke
and other marigolds and not-so-marigold inference

ave maria w/ self-destructive


murder police
descended on the church and strung up
yellow crime-scene tape

“CASSETTE: carved bone & bone dust from every bone in the body, trinitite (glass produced during the first atomic test explosion at Trinity test site circa 1945, when heat from the blast melted surrounding sand), metal screws, rust, letraset; AUDIO TAPE: an original composition of military drum marches, weapon fire, and soldiers’ voices from battlefields of various wars made from Electronic Voice Phenomena recordings (voices and sounds of the dead or past, detected through magnetic audio tape).”

intrudes, becomes
entirely reasonable in arrant sentences:
a church of reverb,
particles tumble through windows, women w/ bouffant hairdos, ambiguous symbols,
cigarettes, edge-of-town taverns, skyscraper foyers,
blurred reflections, rectangles,
sarah coventry necklaces, n.c. tyler martinis

structurally supported by architecture

"Witnesses were pressured by the police into giving false evidence. Those who had anything favourable to say were silenced."

w/ boys, surrealism, arches, mythology, stairways, banisters

[circa 2009/2010]

finches were chirping and hopping between the wobbly power lines

codeine biedermeier through derailleur txt
; jessica, 
please help me: i/ve fallen from a menagerie of wires,
iron lung jazz corroboration 
bordered by heartache
(adj. redacted) anesthetized outside oakland
choking on the isolation 
implacable w/in the conjecture of hospital recordings
around the shoulders of another lover, completely withdrawn
tangled up in arteries
working its way through the creases of my heart
a speeding car, 
the semiotics of her face cancelling out my journals, 
breaking my neck
pink eye cinematography, unsounded triangles like exit confessions 
for a choir...
asthmatic, rectangular breathing, old hat transistors --
jessica, please help:
this is how i/ve been lead off course, i/m concerned 
over one sound,
the evidence of her love as it tries it out on the streetlights, 
the fire escape
where we reluctantly lie to each other, cups of tea 
like last night/s engineering, 
we monitor its treachery, a juncture where she renders 
his lies
w/ field artillery frieze, her triste
a distrust mirroring the secrets he keeps, holding it 
like i hold the imprint of

[circa 2008]

some fetishes, an innovation

snowshoe fetish

air fetish

blue construction paper heart fetish

elevator fetish

spiral staircase fetish

rainy day doppler radar fetish

stop! in the name of love by diana ross & the supremes fetish

[right, g'night...find me for a tipple.]