Flowering in insurrection
What blooms under glass never expands
Let us be defiant
Scatter the matted ashes
and begin again in the fullness of our time
(Tehran, Tehran, Tehran- a shadowed dream of sunshine and beaten rugs hanging exposed. Tehran Tehran Tehran- exsisting only in my father's language and inattention to detail.)
Let us be defiant
Tear down the scattered paintings
shroud ourselves in shrapnel
if martyrdom is the cause to which we will degrade ourselves
then these flesh-ridden bulleted skeletons march
When I grow up- (in lieu of my nativity which is approaching perniciously)
When I grow up my father will buy me a pony
so that later, in the street, I will not starve
When I grow up I will be an astronaut
hermetically sealed in a miasma of my own excretion
When I grow up I want to be in movies
freezing myself forward through the design of my intent
When I grow up I will plant a flower for every love
so that I may walk forever in my garden
When I grow up I will find Area 51
and beg them to send me home
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Imperative (Not a Pejorative (not necessarily))
Be a good boy drink all your fruits and vegetables and process the plastics and toxins that you need
For instance: Eat the HoHo and the wrapper to avoid pollution and to bring your nutritional absorption slightly out of the red
Don't worry, by the time you are big enough my baby boy they will be making organic whole wheat Ho-Hos with fresh cream and a triumphant man will address you from the box and claim that finally we are making progress
Saving the planet is something I plan to do before I am fifty. And die. But by then we will have cut you into roughly the shape we want you to be and I am sure you will be totally capable of filing down the detail
Scribble Two:
The essence of this life is the jaw cracking in agony, a slow festering that imobilizes the mouth and cuts down the clavicle.
All I am is hunger, a yawning black maw that cries futility for that which is intolerable to it. A yearning for breadth, for depth. Cut back the flesh and peel the bulbous veins from it's surface- Cmon doc I want to boldly go where no man has gone before.
For instance: Eat the HoHo and the wrapper to avoid pollution and to bring your nutritional absorption slightly out of the red
Don't worry, by the time you are big enough my baby boy they will be making organic whole wheat Ho-Hos with fresh cream and a triumphant man will address you from the box and claim that finally we are making progress
Saving the planet is something I plan to do before I am fifty. And die. But by then we will have cut you into roughly the shape we want you to be and I am sure you will be totally capable of filing down the detail
Scribble Two:
The essence of this life is the jaw cracking in agony, a slow festering that imobilizes the mouth and cuts down the clavicle.
All I am is hunger, a yawning black maw that cries futility for that which is intolerable to it. A yearning for breadth, for depth. Cut back the flesh and peel the bulbous veins from it's surface- Cmon doc I want to boldly go where no man has gone before.
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