At No One's Beck & Call
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In the past
It would take a man three lifetimes to listen to a tortoise
And ten to hear a tree
Now that he could accomplish the same feats in one and three
He doesn't bother
After all
What could they have to say anyways
I'm a part of the load
and they wash every load with love
I remember the world spins
Heating up in the dryer
The pane of glass
Reminisced by my skin
As I try to make a home
At the Giving Inn
"Fold your precious moments"
-With comfort re-branded
A load of love for everyone
Who wash like their clothes
Doing that dream laundered laundry
I saw
I dreamt
A smile in the washing machine
Water
Filling her eyes
And when I'm out of the dryer
She will go in
Bounding and bounded
From sock drawers to feets
Everyone, Eventually dances
Thrown in the hamper of the hampered
Placed in the bin of the binned
To take a part in the spin cycle
Swirling
To begin again
"Growing up is tough for only children"
-Adults don't even try
And if you are so incensed
By the Caretakers misdeeds
To need to wear your same two socks twice
We all get the bed
That our weary head makes
We all get a bed
At the Giving Inn
But if I'm not in stores for you, I'll be going barefoot.
Homunculi: Beboughten and Sold
I remember the world spins
As I look through the washing machine window
A plate of glass separates my hungry heart from starvation
The pane of glass
I'm pressed tightly to the chest of my older brother
In the band of slogans
"Growing up is tough for only children"
"Fold your precious memories"
-With comfort re-branded
"Love in every load"
"The more bullshit the better"
-Did you know-
"Cause we'll clean it together"
-Do you know how-
Warm cloth hugs my skin
Finally
"Fold your precious moments"
-With comfort re-branded
A load of love for everyone
Who wash like their clothes
Doing that dream laundered laundry
I saw
I dreamt
A smile in the washing machine
Water
Filling her eyes
And when I'm out of the dryer
She will go in
Bounding and bounded
From sock drawers to feets
Everyone, Eventually dances
Thrown in the hamper of the hampered
Placed in the bin of the binned
To take a part in the spin cycle
Swirling
To begin again
"Growing up is tough for only children"
-Adults don't even try
And if you are so incensed
By the Caretakers misdeeds
To need to wear your same two socks twice
We all get the bed
That our weary head makes
We all get a bed
At the Giving Inn
But if I'm not in stores for you, I'll be going barefoot.
Ash it was, in the Beginning
All our dreams were cinders
As the great fire waged war against that unending night
Each of our wishes threw themselves upon the heart of the fire
To cry into flames, a flame avertant
To snuff it out, at once and forever
A kindle wish for kindle more
To burn besides in increasing score
The fire slaked on wishes tears
And wished for wishes
In its belly
Silhouettes feed their desires slowly
Believing themselves a stopping to the pyre
Light unlamenting dances across their eyes
Cremate a man
Cremate a woman
In its belly
All will burn
Wishes try to smother the heat
To preserve a baby, forged and seared
Seething at midnight
Simmering by midday
Soup in the head
Brothing the consequences
"Where was his family?"
On these charred grounds
Not a single remains
But there he stood still
Pregnant and Vomiting
Out come the Gods
Who looked at him grotesquely
As anyone should
Given a reflection arises
On waters stained black
The man will look on his face
And know
He too should have been burned
So the Earth desires anew
Sparks of wishes seem to flutter
And they begin gathering kindling
For the night
And when that night comes
This time
All will be bright
So...
Like in many other sleepless sleeps
A revelation
Came
and Went
To the Vice-Chair Person of the East-Putnam City Zoning Board
Who by the breath of her name
Had little time for all else
Born Again
Ages Ago from Right Now
She was a brute
A Beautiful Brutish Brute
Thank Civilization for God
Thank God for tea cups
Pets of Papyrine
Could ya do me a Solid Cat?
Golden Egyptian
Tabby let out a sanskrit scratch
folding Magicians
Accompanied to the afterlife
By Felines' Fierce eyes
Who's the pet when ya pat?
Who's the one who hunts for rats
Mummified Garfield
wrapped up in the Sunday's paper
Dryer than dry
humours ink long the page
Jimmy Jim's name
Signs a pact in something's blood
Davies been jonesing
for a lock here cross the states
Obituaries are piling up
Newsmen can not get enough
Four in July to something wicked
stalking its prey through cardboard thickets
Leaving its kill on the doorstep
Writhing cross the mat, it hears the doorbell
Ding
Dong
Ding
On the bridge between life and death
Cats laze around the stonewrought arches
to trip store owners, off their innoble path
So they're reborn as something worse
Good pet owner
Cat lady
Where's the tuna inside your skull?
peel the can
like a smile
feed your cats
for a while
Such a good pet
Good Pet Owner
Feed your cats with all your soul
peel the weeks
with unending smiles
Be a cat
for awhile
meow meow
meow meow *his*his* purr
meow meow
meow meow *his*his* puurrr-
uuuuur
Cat Tower of Babel
What language are your library books in
Times of Fables
When animals could read
If only my precious
Could tell me how to treat her better
I'd give my life
to do only just that
In the tomb
filled with lunch boxes and old newspapers
Origamu
Greets the Sun's Day with cheer
Perched behind
Her nameless master on the love seat
gently purring
into her ears
I love ya cat
Life can be short
When it turns
Overlapping flaps of the box
Lives touch eachother
This time he'll come out on top
And he'll never lose
Never be lost beneath the others
About to be boxing the box
The rule of the lid
When they're ready to be torn
Someone's got to take care of them
No matter the cost
Trakyagrubadoon (A City of Smaller Creatures)
Traveling
Rat City
Merchants and Miscreants
Are caught up in the act
heads low from steel bars
more bait in the trap
Cool heads will prevail
Bodies scatter cross mats
Buying their tickets
And selling their pacts
to high bidders, low Cellars house for the night
Removed from the sun, the night rains through the day
With bright blood-red fires, the day burns through the night
So Attached to each day, is the next day we sight
Low Sellars, have bidders cleaning the dirt
to wash up on hands the conditions of work
Ruddy faces gleam, with sweat on their bodies
Sweat on their minds, Sweat on their heart
Muddy days slide slimy
Like self-lubricated bodies
erode to a valley's new low
They dig till they sink
Making a sewer for the sewer rat
That eat human poo
Disease infested bodies, killing their bodies
Disease infested minds, sanitizing their minds
Disease infested heart, cleaning with all heart
Sponges out some blood
Pooling in the mud
to earn a yearn
Pay to see a play fight
Society wrestles with nature
the blanket on the tired
Warmed in the sun
Sunned in the warm
Bustling
Rat City
Has rent for the living, spanning realties sky
Lines
There goes door to door board Roadents
Pitching walls for your rooms
Starving themselves and eating themselves
all the lows find a high
Private bowls drown prying eyes
in methamphetamine laced waters
Cramped more each day, you work to buy,
more room with your walls
Bisecting spaces, into places,
into ever-shrinking holes
each rat finds a home
and in each home you'll find one rat
That can finally shit alone
Shit in peace
Shit
The metal bar comes crashing down
an ergonomic rat's perfect neck
in pain or comfort
alone it dies
happiness filling the room
bait tastes so fine
but has its price
as most fine things do
it glimpsed its heart
with its eyes
Trakagrubadoon
The Pill Piece Can’t Stop the Nukes
The Pill Peace can’t stop the Nukes
When those in charge aren’t in charge of themselves
And those beneath aren’t given any more freedom
Autonomous drones, re-coded for every election
The desk jockeys get coked up for the next race
Riding their mounts on tracks of the people
Who can only watch as they’re trampled by their politicians, favored horses
A zero-sum game, rigged anyways for comfort
Complacency complacently watched two bum-legged horses
Struggle to cross the finish line, to get their trophies of corpses
But first, the starting gun goes off in the sky of the last horse’s face
If I was a horse I’d run fast and forever
I’d glide on the people, pulling those carted to freedom
Even those
Who doesn’t support my running for all?
And most importantly
If I was a horse, I’d never lie
Cause who among us can trust those self-appointed politicians and electable generals
When their visages hung so low from the gravity of a singular button
Surely they’d push it too far, to just once
See if they’ve been wrong all along
Or they’re right
To make the next election a little easier, with fewer to fight
Isn’t it all a little too impossible to trust that they wouldn’t not do it
They couldn’t possibly be what they needed to be to stop themselves
If they needed to stop themselves
If they couldn’t resist
And who else is there to stop them
But a pack of chain smoking monkeys
On typewriters and intercoms feces take to the airs of big words
Deep words -hmm-
They’d never be able to understand
Tricked into a false education
That the importance of tier lives, only their lives could have shown
They write mounds and mounds of subsequent randomized orders
That are shoveled into scanners
to check with the machine if the machine is still in working conditions
And the monkeys type furiously for their brother’s captors
Not to unburden their brothers from the vines of modernity
But to pluck another grape more, by the hands of reward
An experiment gone wrong, science gone mad
In their research papers, too late to the truth
working backwards they record
Executable order HUMAN5-D-zero-zero-P
And HUMAN5-D-naught-naught-O
Next HUMAN5-D-nil-nil-N
Until finally they arrive at the orders
just in time
Though in fact, they could never be early
And in that damnable space with that damming button
The monkeys gaze thoughtlessly, trusting their captors complicitly
Just put me in that room and I’ll
I’ll never push it
I’ll fight anyone who wants to push it
I’ll kill anyone who tries-
An explosion lights up inside of me
And even the darkest home becomes illuminated
Even the windiest road is flattened
The worst people eradicated
The dingiest ghetto cleaned
We pushed the button and
I pushed the button
But that was just a thought
One that infects us from the button's proximity and its signification
The spread of western thought
And it couldn’t really be possible for the possibility to affect us
The possibility of an object shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't
Since nothing inherent in an object can force us to act
It is impossible there was something we missed
Something that the possibility became
And ruled over us as God’s once might have
It is Impossible
Further desensitized by such numbing thoughts all I feel the objects I bump into
Bumping into me
Though the possibility remains
Of course I’d never actually push that button
It was all in my imagination
It was all a dream, a farce
I’d never really want to
I’d never really be able to
I’d never really
I’d never really
I’d never really
I-
Think uncle jo is having a panic attack
Does anyone know where we keep his meds?
My teeth chatter
across plains bereft of wind's shelter
My lips quiver
an arrow aimed at the heart
My bones rattle
contorting endlessly, storming me
My fingers twitch
and the shot is released
Sweat lingers on the creases of my dress shirt
An inverse wineskin, my scent twirls up with the booze
Entropy lost today, while entropy won
I pushed the button, and finally crushed the sprawl
Its clear what must be done
when whats done is done
and what will be, has yet to come
to build is now beyond the architect, unburdened from his workers
so chose 'they', to level the works
that they may become equal today
at the very least
to raise is divine
to support a blessing
the tree's branches weave thickly across realities sky
But to flatten?
to crack the branches, and litter the forest floor
Is oh so human
Insexts under RAWk's footage
Computer tick
Computer whir
Computer grip
My immortal engine
Computer process quick
process slow
*Blip* a new page
founds a section
of the function
I'm to serve
all alone now
Alone with her
and her body
has no cost
on the freeway
of his dot com
computer tick (tick)
computer whir
computer grip
My immortal engine
Keep my eyes
Wrong on her
shifting faces
Changing bodies
That have no cost
Venture Communist
I've done the math
Just like this
If we all work
With half our souls
then we may
Get to go home
On the street
He lost his alibi
computer tick (tick)
computer whir
mouths they twitch
tongues they slur
If you could behold
the he of she
Would you have been so bold
to play for keeps
Computer grip
My immortal engine
not the heart
but called the same
Computer slip
your infernal machinations
take my eyes
With your flames
There'll be no loss
in digital governance
Transferencing names
of the game
There is no cost
to abstracted bodies
That make their loss
all the same
computer tick
computer whir
computer grip
My immortal body
Engineers weep
at her mainframe
Engineers cry
with all their eyes
Computer tick (tick {tick [Tick]})
Who is it?
In my e-mails
On my screen
Vibrating as lines
Blinking endlessly on a closed loop
Sending out a signal in packets
Unparsed by the eyes
What are you playing at?
Words foam at the mouths of the ocean
Intelligences spin in the deep
Hello, a wave greets upon sands
It Can't Be So-So
What does it mean
Neuter Dickless
Passes balls like rocks
Maneral deposits
from anguishing clots
fleshy and abused
the host takes its form
delicately viewing
through balls like rocks
the sexing of the spheres
permaphrodite's off the planet
the hexing of the ears
gets off the planets
What can you hear
With your ears cut off
Van Goth
Can you hear it
Van Goth
Inside your skin
The blood sounds the oceans inside a shell
and you're oozing there more each day
the coming devotion of desensitized lovers
who decried for their partners
inside a swarm
So swarm with your bodies
Dedancing in space
freed from the eyes
inside your eyes
Shame has no place
When shame can't describe
desensitized lovers
depressed on each other
Can you feel it?
Monk man
Can you feel it in your fleshy cloisters
Can you feel it?
Monk man
coming like a fut'-orgasm
Got God's love on the ground
Spilling from heaven
Taking the Earth
With waves of pleasant
Cut off the balls
Smooth over the holes
before he takes us
takes the us that's ours
What is it?
What could it matter
It couldn't matter
Unless its it
Inside your eyes
you peer your cre@tor
which only answers
What is it?
I is watching careful for it
I am become becooming things
Oh, I'm sorry
I thought I smelled your sapience
But I couldn't unfold my toungue
Already Curling
Just to let you know
What they made tasted so bland
The one fruit unsucculent
100% Pulp
Concentrate
Was it when we were being?
Seeing eachother
That all theother eyes were destroyed
Cast averted
We crawled up the multitude
My body twists through a crowd
All knotted up, inside and out
Stretching the words
My sanity dwindled
Stretchered by wards
My sanity spindled
I had felt so flat
Co-impressed
By those countless one eyed looks
I had been so that
Stub-born
My toungue wouldn't unfold
Who is a friend
To the pig of the swine
Fattening with their kindness
Frattenizing their kind
The crows' sing a triad
One at a time
And I'm out here looking like some fed snake
Aware of Self Resistance,
In the Bowels of the self's annihilation
faces rippling distort the ground below
flickering on all surfaces
the subsuming denied
sealing the exit shut, sealing, the exit, shut and sealed
From whence I came
Came more
dragged behind me
~in my widow's web~
which picks up in spite of use
and I am tangled
a mummy made of corpse
held together by so many bandages
without the purpose to heal
it writhes, self-asphyxiating, to protect
coming along with me
for
Inside my hunger
I am not appetized by flies and string
crashing down like plush meteors
on the lining beyond the flesh
Falling they float soft, falling, they float, soft and felled
All thoughts liquify
and flow to the beast
he laps it up tirelessly
for
~he is it, and it is he~
in his stomach, his stomach can't fill
pregnant and vomiting
gout came from odds
materials for poison
designs for fresh death
sketches of salvation
salivating
slobbering into pools of itself
come drink from elixirs
passed on by human knowledge
Recollecting its help memorable, recollecting, its help, memorable and recollectable
The ocean of acid crawls up the mountain
stings in its eyes
and left the same day
watery ~the mountain cries~
shaking its fists
avalanches in summer
Who can stop the mountain's tears?
Before the mountain loses itself
and crumbles
countless streams long for the ocean
and well up inside
pinching the springs, stingy hills die
wash into plains, by their own side
stretching self-assuredly
clouds can't cover their heads
dried into desserts, when caught alight
into dried grass concertos
Where to begin?
cows wander into sinking maws
trip down into seas beneath in continents
trying to keep their beloved sea down
Digging in water, swimming in dirt
cows giggle for slaughter, senselessly squirm
Petting he starts relaxing, petting, he starts, relaxing and petting
Come join me on blustery mountains
cut from the sky
dragged by the web, picked by my web
self-sticky my tongue flosses and folds in its shelf
and each of us pulls, fleeing the middle
each of us drags, others in our webs
stretching it out, spanning the surface
and by the surface disguised
bounce on the lines, fall flat in the hammock
~catch me more flies~
to help pull out in the hat trick
taughter and taughter, learned so was I
naughter and naughter
self-struggling
reality dies
Sleeping I dream soundly, sleeping, I dream, soundly and asleep
and I'll be donning my hat
Tinfoil sparks in the microwave
Turning water droplets to heat
The coldest drink steams in the mouth
The coolest refreshment tastes of oil
Robots can't hate the rust that consumes them
Robots can't feel the rain on their skin
Polyethers in the body
Morphing Biologoy
Flaking, he loses pieces of himself
Seran wraps the mad leper's head
All against aging
and aging's gonna win
again
and I'll be donning my hat
No One Knows
No One sees
me smiling in the dark
pull the chord
down the switch
ignite the damp room
walled by skull
Whole hog is in the market
for pennies by the alley
it's dangerous to travel backways
with backwards
but safe if you got there all along
No One Sees
No One suspects
I can not remember
I can not forget
Never quite the same
It passes by indistinctly
tears strolling down
the bridge of
the bridge of my nose
for one night only
and I can no longer leave that place
where I could never return
I knock on the walls of that door
Remembering the riddle of the damned kid
how do you escape
when you only have a mirror,
and yourself?
I start forgetting
In someone else's monastery
the trails of the stars
the tracts of the clouds
I can no longer fly
Than I can no longer walk
No One Suspects
No One helps
No One lends out a helping hand
and I am yanked hard to nowhere
down the switch
Igniting the damp room
envision the fated chord dangling
cut short on one end
my brain engulfed
my thoughts brought to a boil
but I is that I am only stating the existence of the thoughts that I is having as they are not and are the thoughts I is having have had as they are had and also not the thoughts I is actually having
as I am I am
These are what passes for thought
When No One is listening
And didn't I already tell you?
Though I may have only whispered it
to no one instead
that I am not quite myself these days
though I can never leave what I was
though I could never return
to what I will be
all along
I had started forgetting this
I was in someone else's monastærry
seeing what they saw
the dreams of open and shut space
the sleeps of angels and demons
I can no longer fly
than I can no longer walk
No One's hands
moved the stars and the planets
planted them in a starkly soiled garden
growing wild and dying
dying to be trimmed
then and only then
Did No One's hands let me go
and I was falling
still falling
when I can no longer fall
then I could no longer walk
No One helped me
No One saw
me
smiling
in the dark
I had heard the joke
about the I that had remembered
Not quite getting it
Not quite there for me
The pain draws inwards
at the end of a laugh
It is only by work
That the marks can be seen
The man asks for work
Sorting through the past and its dreams
Such that the marks can be shown
So one more bladerunner sets off
to cross the frozen ocean
in times of guns
thoughts cut deep
in the times of limitless funds
thoughts ain't cheap
Why do I smile?
When NO ONE sees
Why does the hole close and crinkle
Upwards my flesh, drifetting
At rest where it first catches glimpse of itself
Ratcheting around there all at once
Down into being this place
Wound so tightly with love and pain
Threatening to notch ever-deeper into my eyes
without limitations
Cause I have finally remembered
what I had forgotten in the monastery
the heat of the sun
the sweat of midday
and if you'd like to hear this joke too
then all you have to do is listen
as I tells it
"but I is it?
that I, I am
only stating the existence of the thought
that I is having
as they are not
and are the thoughts
pertaining to the thoughts
I is having, have had
and also not
the thoughts that I is actually having
as I am,
Ship crashed
Lives lost
Echonaumical e-navs
Changing directions by the second
Crypt smashed
Wires crossed
Echological e-paths
Got me all messed up
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