outdoor sex

is the best (imo, oc)
out behind the shed
in the piney woods 
on the grass 
in a tent 
on a blanket
hehind the dunes 
under the stars 
and the moons
glow

on the cooling hood of 
a car on a dirt road up
the power-line right-of-way 
just after dusk on a 
 sunday evening late
in the alabama springtime

not often enough, though

voices in shadow

"dont' try" she'd say so
often during that space in time
"don't try, just do it."
all blithe and so positive 
it made me a wretch

so as i listened to the web of 
words she wove there - filling 
space and time with sparkling
thoughts and bright ideas
i began to think she knew
and the more i listened 
the more i believed.

of course, we can all see so 
clearly now (using our infrared 
sensor capabilities) and the sun
is baking the georgia clay, again
and we know what went wrong

i followed her adivce as
 best 
i could 
 under 
the circumstances 
 and
it was nice knowing her
 but
i'm just not a-list material
 it seems
i'm too indecisive, 
 and
procrastinate too much
 and 
fail to be assertive
 even 
when the chips are down
 also, 

I'm sneaky/ but
 whattaya expect from 
 somebody who invaded 
 a planet and cross-bred
 with the native reptiods
anyway

you forget what i am
 or 
you mistake who you are

i don't know
call the doctor, mebbe
or climb a coconut tree
it doesn't matter that 
much to me
anymore

since she's gone

never said why
never said what
never said who
never said when
never said where

only how

plastic damage

Newton teaches us Moderation 
nevertheless, there has been 
sum damage to the structural 
integrity of the device here
in your quantum state of you

damage to 
the structural integrity of 
the device

The hard plastic shell was 
   weakened and cracked 
the load bearing nature of 

the outer surface of the c
seethes with reddish froth
of feeding frenzy retching

   's' Life and Death 's' 
always Life and Death ever
more as we live an breathe

it will be
so zen  
seeker nuance seven aleph'
'structural damage to 
   the plastic     device   '
'  the containment shell for 
the protean substance 
  tumbles haphazardly into a
quantum state of not
zombie process grid

canna getta ay.mahn

my love for you you 
is not like a dove
'cuz doves don' live that long

nor is it like a rose
'cuz everbuddy knows 
that petals wither

is it alright then
to send these words to 
you know who you are - to me?

Love or Deth the
can't quit or
 *can't quite* make it out

cylinder again 
ring true enough 
falling through time

fourty-seven tris

u like a     and i'm sorry
i didnt know what i was doing
but i do now
and 

i i i i i i i i iu u u
yesm, thatseem sabout it5y

requirements capture

i have realized that
 {she} 
has to enjoy CAMPING

it's NOT so much that 
i'm good at it, or even
   do it very much
but i do enjoy it, 
 and today 
i realized that, 
  well, 
a woman that 
don't enjoy camping 
 isn't going to be
 one i want to
spend much time around.

qRF-0xSo:0000-0000:oSx0-cRF
Ts:10010100-010010:sT
"Must enjoy camping."
// Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot, 
   /* Romeo */

Definition: enjoy camping

  1. camping can take place in a 
     wide variety of venues - there are 
     many different types of camping - 
     allowances must be made for 
     disabilities or extreme repulsions
     regarding certain types of 
     camping, BOT the practice of camping
     has to be something that doesn't cause
     hysteria or threats or spectacular 
     exits - i suspect it's really much 
     simpler than it sounds, here,
     in the real-real.

  2. in fact, a trained guide or 
     experienced hiker would, i think, 
     be someone who might gain slightly 
     more attention as a prospective 
     partner

To summarize briefly:  
 Whey-faced bitches n*ed not apply.

alice-pt0n

get out of my play-house and 
take your filthy alice-pr0n 
with you

you fat lazy bastard! 

Enormous Johnson and the Invisible Sky Wizards

Enormous Johnson 
 and the Invisible Sky Wizards
(god and all his friends)

proving every day just how few 
people really care 
 who it is that is 
feeding them what jelly, 
 Mistress
Pristine Crystalline 
 Christine Priscilla
silent witness
 sliding home again 
just beyond the beat just beyond 

on the couch on the 
phone talkin 5mack4ggi-0-n
 she said he said
sum zero wit no net gain
 and a noise to signal ratio
a gene-spliced single noose
 Fin mac Gigi Ion
 sliding home again
just beyond the beat just beyond

drinking the broth from your bowl
 stirring with chopstick
skimming egg white
 from the surface
sucking the steaming froth of
 cayenne & coconut
like mother's milk
 the poetry of the 
  bizarre with 
   the meter of the 
    arcane-a
 a-sliding home again
just beyond the beat just beyond

sticky sound and shattering glass
 there is a wild screaming sound 
  in the sky
and a silvery pellet falling 
 nine point two meters 
per second per second per 
 unspoken in
 to a dim space
we just were
 sliding home again
just beyond the beat just beyond

picking up peaces

picking up the peaces
 of a shattered place and time
shards and jagged fragments just 
so much space junk now

stalin vital ackworth
downshifting into the turn 
spraying gravel across your 
flower beds and leaving 
ruts on the lawn

i had a friend once 
who had a girl try to 
 drive a car through our 
 motel room one saturday
 we were werkin seven twelves 
 on a shutdown up in carolina

but that was about money
 not love
 even though 
 no one believed it
 except me and the girl
 who both saw the money
 under the six pack 
 on the passenger seat
 change from a hundreds'worth'a 
 where she'd cashed her
 check while givin a ride 
 to this pale boy from 
 down south who'd 
 wandered inta the 
temple of caffeine and 

she'd a kilt him sure 
 hadn't we found the money 
 while she was crying over 
 that spewing radiator of 
 that little yellow vega 
 for her broken car and 
 her jealous man and these 
 callous drunken laughing 
 strangers who finally 
  tried to make it better 
 but just couldn't, really
 once the cops got there, 
anyway

picking up peaces
of so many broken things
cataloging and documenting 
photographing and recording

most of it is already gone forever
these tiny matrix xaptures pitiful
digital signal losses per quanta 
exceeded acceptable levels even then

this is the coming of the end
the cumulative losses to the Life signal
will cause logarithmic degradation of 
information carried by it

it's not sustainable
it's going to end
because it's a digital
approximation of the area under the curve 
and that curve is what it's all about, man
you know what I mean, frend?
do ya feel me?
have you been there to see 
 where I'm comnin from?

Yeah, well, I don't know 
 - to say that is vital - 
I don't even know you're here.
Can't prove it, anyway, can I?

9. mine hair

you really do want it all
she said

i can still remember 
the flash of bright red
as she materialized 
just outside
my vision

it's now no matter
only waves of power
rocking her 
wracking her
merciless

there was a device
if you recall 
quite small and shiny 

nodding absently
listening for 
the whooshing sound

there's a feeling i get 
when i look up at the night sky
i hear her voice on the wind

not supposed to be

he said
"i'm not supposed to be here"
over and over and 
it was true, 
in the end

nothing i could do would make her happy
nothing she would do could me me happy
very zen

don't none of you know me
you don't know me at all

don't none of you love me
regardless last fall

it's what she feels is nothing
it's what she says is unspeakable

i'm gonna bake my sheet music, woman, 
in an american pie

okay, well, perhaps that's just 
a bit beyond the boundaries that you

spoke of

thunder dream

the glowing sky 
line gone hazy green

dream something leggy 
crawling on my nape

i can see you 
on events' horizon
watching m'every move
seeing nothing

sprung from some 
alien dimension
all 
fractal geometry 
and
sparkles of
chartreuse 
wire frame 

surfacing
gasping
a salt taste
like a thousand shards
with blood spatter

"i'm not supposed to be here," 
he told her; 

she flounced her
temper sharp and quick
"don't be ridiculous!"

she called him by some name
she liked
and tied him to the chair
supposed not to be here

+ phosphene digital splice +

+
phosphene digital splice
+
u want to see me wheN 
ow, well now would be fine
shure

a ringing in my ears 
purest gypsy gold
no mistake
and one around my heart
+
phosphene digital splice
+
at this place in time 
at this point in space
+
phosphene digital splice
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+
it's a sort of universal continuum 
that you may have heard about 
at another place of time 
in another piece of space
'estrel_

crows fly by cawing

after some 
bright sliver light 
like water or glass 
clearly an alien magic
in this earth-tone brown 
and green and blue-skied
place

chaos of letters

was and remains 
i'm going to tell here

she was deaf to him for a time 
and so 
whenever he'd come -
silver keys all a-jangle 
running pell-mell down 
the hallway with those
great, bounding strides
 she'd not hear oy

nor the lullabies
nor the tribe song
nor the blood music
nor 
 the pounding of his heart
 that washed it all away
 in a tide of feral heat

but she could scry a bit
 read the leaves
 letters of chaos 
drawn on crimson ground

  thrall of orchids
  scene letter stone

marry me

like you said you would
now before it's too late

it's uniquely mine
you told me

so here i am
waiting for word
under a hackling moon
(she belongs to all of us)
but we will none of us 
ever see it quite 
exactly the same

i want to live in the sea
against the skyes 
like phosphorescence