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Lovers’ Inquiry
“with what means?” “to what end?” Two broken fingers for trying to bend. On, in, over, ever naught knit that sewn between. © 2010 js [ revised, in the fourth month ]
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A Letter to Nikolay (Curious, Russian Bloke)
Interjection: J___ speaks over himself momentarily, to remark upon something going on in the background, here, presently on Television, a Film. Dude! have you ever listened to “The Doors” (the 1960’s american rock band)? I ask for this reason: Understand, Nikolay, I am a simple man, yet rather as a paradox, I suppose the Psych_______…
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Something About a G & L ASAT Guitar (as Avatar)
I laugh at my bullshit mouth sometimes, and sometimes i share with you. In this case, i do both. My text; an excerpt from elsewhere follows: “…your report inspires contemplation. more imagery, i should share. not unselfish, to complete requisite tasks; collect relevant imagery, and arrange for sensible viewing, etc., i may dismiss the effort.…
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Violent Vehement Dagwood
[ All this, Fiction, for your entertainment, ] if you haven’t noticed [by now], i’m bored with this …† until then i disregard your pain, for mine, selfish ass i beesnesthead, concern myself more ’bout ma own these days, sukka! but don’t feel bad. i have someone to blame … blamin’ be sa easy, yo–…
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Fools Guild Spare Change
I am surprised by my own excitement to muster a proper salutation, as I wonder how I might most readily turn your imagination toward my immediate, yet developing fascination with what I perceive of [it]. I recognize in the cyclical, independent / interdependent nature of [its “components”], or [that is], the individual [parts] ; your…
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From an Astral-Vessel, Feet Dangling
Can I put my feet out while it’s moving? (As if the pilot in the film Contact, with J. Foster) You know how it is: sh*t moving all over, out of focus, holding the right-eye in desparation to be on-target, without making the eyes pop-out, or everything– at least– is blurred, and not as I…
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Narcolepsy Daily News
Of Running Sheep These aren’t electric Uneven, steady, crooked and kind, this. Freud stoop’d in, blurry-eyed in time, an infant sever, ending Never in beginning we be damned echo voices come behind the dampening and flutter quarrels, logo fell on icey hell rise on intangible what i write about it thirsty great big chocolate nail…
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One Come a Day, The Water Will Run
turn off that smokestack and that goddamn radio: hum… along with me… Oh, I don’t care what the letter reads, I don’t believe in Adderall. I don’t use it; I don’t prescribe it; Adderall has a very high potential for addiction. I’ll give you Concerta. Concerta is the same thing— [nevermind the self-contradicting statement, so…