[ tags: ‘verse’ ]

reVamp to end reUser

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

i am a figment of your phallus fantasy
i am your fuckless fuck
i am squeaky clean and synthetically dirty
fantastically filthy in fact
eternally reusable
infinitely recyclable
bloodless, gutless, ageless
the black hole you dream of
sucking
you in

in response to: ReUse, ReCycle, ReVamp
prompted by: revamp

revamp

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

i am corporate body
recycle the teardrop

i am modern memory
apply pixelated hair

i am plug & play
hung with hyperlinks

i am digital thread

optical fibres

silicon

dust

+

from: ReUse, ReCycle, ReVamp + Wikipedia

Spacial combinatorics

Thursday, April 17th, 2008

(Writing’s easy: all you do is stare at the blank space until your forehead bleeds)

Writing’s easy: all you do is stare at your forehead until it bleeds
Writing’s easy: all you do is blank until your stare bleeds space
Writing’s easy: all you do is bleed until your forehead is blank
Writing’s easy: all you do until your stare blanks at you
Writing’s easy: all you do is stare blank until you bleed
Writing’s easy: all you do is stare at the blank
Writing’s easy: all you do is to your head
Writing’s easy: all you do is stare
Writing’s easy: all you do is bleed
Writing’s easy: all you do is blank
Writing’s easy: all you do
Writing’s easy: all you

(or, push the pen)

from sacrificial pen pusher

fuck dreams

Sunday, March 16th, 2008

shattered courage eats the brain
the head bottles the sparrow

the virgin stripped to bone
while scars trace the dust

it rattles our lives, hear
carnival trumpets blarney

crushed glass, sudden thought
hearts heavier than stone

hammer, egg and worms
strange in any direction

form is heavy