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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Year of the Junk

neck’s neck—
Grate Neck, Old Jersey—
the eyeball’d capitol of the wrld


my teeth and the other parts that don’t fit,
dread’s purple head

‘yes vacancy’
in pink cursive neon
and pink cursive steel


an inward cant to the lower part of my face,
an inward can’t,
a tension round the cranium up, a jaw’s jaw—
tweaked violins and a rumbling in my body’s earth
a plummeting down the mountain grimace.
we were born in the lower back’s swell, the neck’s neck.


wrung the
last silver dullard


a steel sculpture of myself
in this body of bone & flesh
the body occipital—
static and white noise and stress

i heard the world’s run out of rocks
and unemployment’s at 100%
long i heard the bodies keening
lumber yard and flesh and skyscraper’s crest


(i feel all smooshed-in)


the trip cross town proved too long,
we’d aged so,
developed a motion sickness.
the rides we used to ride
we could no longer abide.
see me so: dizzy, reeling, vertigo.
see me so: queasy behind the eyes and know.

i had to get off,
get a room for the night.
and tomorrow i don’t know.


won the
lost silver dollar

ego-tripping at the gates of hell—
the entertainment industry in the 20-somethingth century
(ego-stroking at the gates of self)
(bondage + sadomasochism + sadism)
(where do we go from here?)

into syndication

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

a steady gaze
a firmness & flexibility

today we got a new president

and last night this morning
I dreamt again of you, Child

this searching for

this resolve

born again to today

from dream into dream