Sunday, November 16, 2014

TO ANNA BLUME





TO ANNA BLUME

ANИA Acid
Dark Nebulae 
Or rhododendron worn ,

tourists take picture of tourist 
attraction is strange 

emoji in an email
resistance is dapperer
smiley
seems almost to say ... no , 
cordial autumn 
leaves page blinking

an anime sigh , big eyes , gigantic teardrop pop brow ,
GAWD! 
puter bliss , reality bites
life's you know ,
what goes on inside yr head?

alien terrain drink spring from alien canteen ,


in a strange land an exploration of nihilism
waits on that another language , 
so a minion sez to AN
ИA , " banana "
O-awe , stuffed monkey bananas


the craft is practical
PINK , small , and punctual / Aromatic low
being nice is the best chance to be lo-cool
Hi!Fi!
iron buttons outcomes perfume

AN
ИA, i'm not on bad acid , 
sad's a rad trip
ask seek knock 

dadasoberrama 

honeyr an eye sawr 

never play Unreal , got the goopa goop gun , 3G

why a witch would misspell , bon mots ,
idk beats me ,
till the casket 
dropsrain 
pitter-patter 
on our fastidious foreheads ,
emojicloudz , popcorn , and fire snakes
where O! thou art O where , 
sail me out to yr sea
bloody violet radish bleeding river bb


amazing! 
it's all so really neat , you see
cogito ergo sum-like
light led agent.



RE:place , we were
with shell diamonds inheriting space
wet my frown face ':,(
pour lil sugar crystals on strange line above my left eye ,
coconut oil , scrub , biotin , and moisturize 
read a blog; Beauty Lies 
Truth
Surreal L'Oreal
#boycottparabens 
so bb i'll be ready finally when do 
this , The Kiss.

'neath the iridescence emoji moon 
: ~ p
i
sleep with a lover like a mummy in the tomb
rolled up in blue blankets
i won't be the falafel


rats ate the mice , scurry for nice quiche ,
it's garage dada panache 
you do not get me ?
inure cookies magazine-like data
leonine bottom of the ocean ,
before floor of byzantine
seizing shopper's hoard milk also dog bones ,
weird fishes lenient cordless phones ,
all we have are Revolving Doors
objet d'art
POMP

Slide in glass doors , glass machine in vein
Schwitters knocks on door meeting Grosz
I am not Grosz
hmm well , 
I am not Schwitters!
O Bi Ewe
Ooh Bi Ewe ew ew
Troma-croma-e-doma-a lam
lam-lama-lama-dama ,
sing poo-poo-pee-pow
Kiai !
auftauchen
leukocyte 
POMP

Edie Sedgwick U-Go-Girl S.I.P. November 16th 1971

  Edie U Go Girl  






One bit of advice , a Martini with Olives


  November 16th 1971 /1984  

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Friday, November 7, 2014

Saturday, November 1, 2014

TO ANNA BLUME

He came to New York with a glass ball filled with Paris Air.
I should paraphrase that his peer was
the pessimistic inventor
apotheosis
piss asparagus
An American romantic mess ,
guess this is a love letter ,
jump outside yourself , OH! witness
quash rage of the shy guy , bumper cart ate star ,
he punched that boy ,  E. Honda- one-thousand-hand-slaps ,
nose bleeding swollen solider , handled it well , well , well
i'mma electric blue fan , keep spinning on the ceiling looking up from splatter-painted bed ,  and the rest abstract he ought not accomplish that ,
blue sleeping bag blanket , gray pillowcase , OH LA LA LA , divine therapeutic pillow , when no one else is there I have you pillow case sing into you LA LA LA !  The flower sheets , The pillow case is a Purple Host ,
and Like A Former Ghost totally passed out , loom deep drink the Accidents of Gesture by Rome, Antique flower
To you my flow , love letter to Anna Blume
intoxicating diamond Queen that spills her cup ,
high on scents , colors , conversation , Gawd!  tiny teen empathetic flame
turned out my both sides burned out , Edna St. Vincent Millay poem with candles , she's gone , gone fucking mental , gone bars rental , rental mental jail car , V-ROOM VA-ROOM!
OH ANNA OH ANNA
ANNA BLUME
Sip
lentil soup with lemon , garlic , sprinkle cayenne ,  chops kale , boil water spoonful of miso , add more drops of lemon , come into my soup , Lemme be yr Lifeguard , and the cat's meow ,
ANNA
ANNA BLUME
ANNA
my
incapable duty
to please you
learn and erase you
re-educate
from memory Rolodex mirrors an art complex , please allow me blinks
blink blink blink
what space exactly did you go to think loves witch
look broken glass on the carpet , spells something from it ,
purple aura
ANNA ANNA ANNA
ANNA  ANNA
BLUME

To which I forever roam.
My Everest , Anna Blume.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Collection of Kitsune Poetry

「周りファックと聖霊があなたの体に入る必要があります。
"Fuck around and have a Spirit enter your body."

I worked all day with the kids,
Basement violence resides Benevolence,
Petty issues, doping on drugs, spit in the face.
Clinic reality,
Program sends them to any Wal-Mart for activity.
Sugar and video games.
Spent sense. Spirit bent.
Aloha.

Someone called out sick, So it is up to me save into the night.
Off to bed, breathing checks.
I was told not to meditate at work, yet,
I do, what else is there but go outside on the hill gaze at space.
I cannot bring myself to a Television.
Funny face.

In my meditation, by the window black,'
Draw a circle in the carpet, Buddha bracelet on yogi mat.
roaring of cicada and white house noise,
Be be breathing,
yeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss
O
-see I am engulfed in smoke, this witness burning for
-focus on purple aura, long transparent yearning for
-leave and scout the house as
the protective Kitsune.
Smoke surround, let out laugh and stand a-ha ha, bend it to spell.

No longer do I know if I am lonely.

Build a cell phone out of twigs,
No need to finger buttons to land the call.
Thousand year old soul,
Been all types, saunter on various fonts,
SO speaks chaos from the fox lips.

High rising beams on concrete,
Divider,
Orange streak-black night-unavoidable white fences, sucked in,
Change your face.
See spirit world, my shadow.
Sun dial Diet.
Night sky Sonnet.

This Kitsune, strident.

Here is the place we ride,  Cicada tune, grassy water surround the tower,
SO romantic to beget the season long by the crow.
KWAHhhhhh! From the power line.

Gesture distance,
Log another number with paws.
There isn't a reason, but there you found one.
HOLD it in your pink reasoning,
Listen to your messages while talking to,
Seemingly for yet Against,

This Kitsune dances.

Be warm and beware, protect your family chickens.
There are far worst predators, blot stank pens. Slime trail from a new lover. He doesn't tell you his mysteries.
Like his Rooster in a pen.

Yet, This Kitsune,
A corn field walker,
Stop to chat with Salamanders.
Fig witchy things.

You should start a fire, from those very twigs,
Cast your homework into flames,
And on all fours, the promise of protection,

This Kitsue Stays.

Pensée du soir,
Noir, gate, game, and drone,
Gifts her a thoughtful French Kiss.
Bring the special to US,
Kill the waiter, jus'cuz~
Pass on eXistenZ.

Living room,
In right corner is flat TV, by a window,  annoyed lever, ugly rings interlocking pattern curtain.
Ported to The Backstreet Boys in robot gear dancing in space. Daddy Yankee croons as women in no clothes, speed in yacht and mansion.
The kids watch, I stare at ceiling fan.
Sit up erect like Egyptian, Kitsune let the question and the observation,
Fall from glow.
Ears pop from my beanie.

Know where I go.
Their eyes gaze,
Close mine to hide.
Often blinking at,
Anger like Dominoes,
Intoxication of Marigolds linger from my fox nose.
OH! Despair carry on the scent.

Tear Gas.
No ties, mama says that I can depart like my old ways,
Go to the UK, Go anywhere, Ancient,
Get known, for money get a new duty,
I leave things, one day, a big decision is made,
No retainer to thy name,
Honor thou family,
Sacred Trickster,
One long blade.
Slice branches.
Fruits and leaves fall crypt.
Fantastic fox repel from stone.

Goodbye kids of den.
Goodbye Kids of the Black Hole,
Kids of Nowhere
Go, go, spirit~
Kitsune run.
So the God of the land decreed it,
By Nature's Cove there is Halloween City.
All products inside
factory satisfactory.

I can't stop being antique.
Door alarm security gate,
)~: :~( DONG A DONGA DOoong!! :'~( )~':
Kitsune ears pop out hair,
Put on beanie hat,
Grin at clerk,
"Take me to your best Fox mask."

Antique being stop can't, I
Gate security alarm door,
:'~( )~': !!gnooOD AGNOD a GNOD)~: :~(
Hair out pop ears Kitsune,
Hat beanie on put,
Clerk at grin,
"Mask Fox best your to me, take."

Trot to confession, formulaic table of seated masked animals.
Lenmesin the noun, but verb as the fox.
Gander manipulation of this,
Square.

The middle room is Earth red, table cloth white imprint emblem sign of silence.
Wicker sticks smoldering Mars black.
The Night of the Comet Negra.

Dissolved Girl enters chamber, black thigh high crescent slip dress, Moonlit shoulders, nude mid-drift, air coolly Massive Attack.
And slightly chairs creak.

No words best describe that,
She dances to the hum of enchant, taken to serpent vision,
Beholder of the eye, guests here,
All initiates remove masks, however
Not the Kitsune.

You see the tricks, Buddha, the town folk yearn for release.
Who are they? Yet,
Here in this hall, Vizards smile grin slightly.
It is aurora clear as crystal-oblivion, who is who.
The Sad face is the Sad face,
The Bear is the Bear,
Boar a Boar,
The Yin is the Yin, with long nose, gouty cheekbone,
The Minotaur is the Minotaur, no matter how his name signed shown.

Shine from the Chandelier.

Leader with gray eyebrows, beam high rising the scepter,
Not a soul cares for the Reflector.
They do follow His
Every cursed word.
It is the Leopard, like Visconti directed. However,
Not the Kitsune.

In the mouth of this chaos, the Fox sit majestically,
Paused for the clearing twigs,
Awaits the Undoing.
Studies every chicken.
Release comes from the blood
Unbeknownst thickening, flowing.
See this change shape.
Poured into Goblet,
The Fox is but a Fox.
Manipulates the box
From functioning.