Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Allen Bramhall


The Average Age of Time

Where the wind went was some time ago. Leaves of a vital purpose turn browner maunder. 
Rains rush in tactics of space adventure. A wind across a parking lot makes discoveries 
and ramps. The sky boldly fills.

Today the ether of planning rumbles with reports of rain. The system collects its moments, 
as do people. We are alive in our placing, the neural venture, the stutter of space. Endlessness 
makes just one part of time.

Other parts adjust the town. Snow will be a sentiment. Daffodils even now are dedicated.

This flurry of reports is the definition of exact. They stay intact for the bracing wind and 
choose rain in the streets. Autumn rises exactly in time, for the time that it takes. The skies are 
not cloudy all day.

***
***

Friday, October 24, 2014

Jane Joritz-Nakagawa


from Distant Landscapes



darkness of the earth
incompatible with language

boneless animals
the heaviest sky

on top of my hair
bucolic serpents

one armed person
soot stained leaf

gunshot residue analysis
poison darts

another beheading
another beheading

solar system
modifying that person

in the sinkhole of perception
spreading spines

handful of conversation
drifting spores

sliding shadows
sultry clouds

distance between leaves
door closing in front of me

each day dream
bonus of sea

hidden sadness
alien cabin

decimation relapse
private vault

quivering grass
depleted heart

new reservoir
two factor identification

movement determined by
currents in the ocean

bird of bright plumage
dragging feet lifelessly

rejuvenated jelly fish
repugnant and undetected

combination plate
willow branch

expenditure closing in
discharging my firearm

collision of multiple strands
migration of language

a place the sky doesn’t reach
dengue fever

how i didn’t choose to live
building an endless tunnel

your head becomes cloudy
rejecting skyline

uncertain hills
replacing a home

dirty white mushrooms
forgotten song

green water
words rushing down stairs

poems on rocks
narrow tract

black tie
merges with forest

loss of my identity
other worlds

i think of you
hospital protocols

cut grass
dead father

your sanitized boat
belle epoch

faded music
still photograph

tears fall
liquid asset

illegible sea
burnt out

signs of my youth
autumnal beast

unknown photographer
decompressed cold wars

to clean my heart
a breath between

halting vines
move within me

emptiness of language
lurking in front of me

oh god i’m lost
two animals face in different directions

faceless sky
bad aim

two toed foot
on green grass

composing shadows
poems about poems

sea in my leg
yellow hand on a blue table

painting the same picture
my head becomes watery

wild-eyed pundit
café au lait

without the tree
i may be nothing

another beheading
brown flecks

***

***

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Matt Margo & Keith Higginbotham



lonely brains teetering

storm! bloody southern storm,
the fulcrum of all blackjack wars,
of sicknesses blazing with passion,
of boiled sunburn blots out in the distance


sleep be the steel sunlight over gasoline land,
the androgynous silhouette of something gone undone,
your serenade sky tinged with wind & hair & plastic eyes,
your focal phantom fixed with a redundant sweat-soft smile

***


mud soap


a time of tennis street spectacles—spectacles awash in elbow rituals, total table failures rolling with life & anchored by syllabic eye sequences so important to this scorching potato world. nadir of the naptime, no variation too dramatic for the television atoms set apart from our tempered daydreams. darn the death of every nervous tree, the haiku of the world, the painted ladder swagger! a limit: flesh receipt. spiraling melodies from door to door, window to window, swoosh to swoosh.

***


the colors tend to fade


blue turn’d blurry ; poetics in envy
bone flower pebble ; cloud letter topple
virgin doorstop plume ; soulless winter pledge
subway mirrors swoon ; diphthong rooftops sway


***
***

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Marco Giovenale


frant bact

1

her intentions are twofold, psychedelic sex scene also rumored to be in this episode, i 
asked a lubbock policeman if we have an ordinance and he said no, laundromat grocery 
police church parking boa zombies, admin khahai (a game called life) ahakrohsh aahma 
(a storm), i still remember the thrill of seeing her for the first time, in high heels, in high 
concentrations, in the air, what’s cut and what’s not,


2
resistant strain of gonorrhea and oatmeal for breakfast rush in the movie, the russian 
policeman gave jarvis a thrill by letting him watch the change, a random werewolf, it is 
almost 1982, what do you mean, goblins frantic about their children, who may have 
been on drugs, kind of reptile was arrested saturday for killing a tracy motel employee, 
cherokee mills host wheat-free clito-chats, fleachats get giant zombies instead of 
facebook pokes, ain’t disturbing,


3
sexy clothing, the atlantic, future releases, sure, terror at the red wire inn, another night 
in the holiday pub express deadly bacteria detected in u.s. capital during anti-crisis 
candystorm, in high concentrations, in the air, eating rabies bacteria off of her, dingo 
~101, the primitive loop narrows into a line of red sand,


4
just from some supernatural bo derek or so, customer reviews, 00s, ray, and then the 
murder of an alien woman with phony id, trying to scrub the werewolf flesh, despite his 
struggle with mental illness, their one, josiah must find out, watch for the semi slave 
traders, blue, and yet, eaters to human strain, life zombies, by poisoning, zombie 
watchdog,


5
i wanted to take the time to respond to this letter about soup loop and south loop and the 
289 construction, found at the bottom of a motel pool, raised by wolves, ok it is a u.s. 
horror moog movie by him, a decent cul-de-sac horror about a scientist infected by his 
own experimental bacteria, marvel universe as the zombie police broke in, a few years 
ago hotels and motels (which used to be called autozombie) hosted cloned bertrand 
russells, people are encouraged to practice safe sex, shopping lists do not include the 
vampire tire episode 2,


6
puppet or dog, browse movies, and more fights, and eye 2 eye app, corn assistant and 
2nd assistant prosecuting attorney ren works for=against sex crimes, let’s create “the 
real”, (she wants to capture the visceral thrill of ), california and norway 
nightmare worlds keep pushing forth beach florida motels to change, being a nude property, 
to increase business, 12, “the descent”, now someone is terrorizing the city, in a trail of 
emails,


7
terror at the red wire inn 44th, ray, 32, the center for disease control issuing a statement 
that there are no zombies beyond the yellow line, who can see it, we’re flanked by two 
rear engines, the teenage beginnings of paramount’s purple nutsedge, well taught 
cursive handwriting, that leads to tooth decay, not any longer, first inhibits 
uncleship, this week on blue, two footprints wide, snap on instagram, catch that, she’s a 
thrill seeker, is this a wolf, cooked or treated to kill bacteria,


8
each of the wolves in the pack had these advantages over him, a psychedelic sex scene, 
from mexico city, a false offer, doctors warn that seasonal antibiotics at the black 
creek motel lead to frantic glancing at the map, while passing trucks, and you see a town big 
enough for services, don’t trust them, accordingly to war march, a bacterium into them, 
bo derek came back several minutes later with her leather jacket and a blush, dead 
computer files and instant messages in online fetish chat rooms reveal hideous creatures 
under a yellowish light,


9
no idea of how to loop their letters, they decided to speak of sex, wait, hurricane 
appeared to be chasing them, up to a motel room for the weekend, they should be 
counting themselves fortunate, streamlines should be treated or boiled, mystic vampire 
has at least one motel purple decay to reduce the risk of waterborne bacteria, yep man 
was arrested early sunday after allegedly firing a rifle in a room at a motel, almost 
stealing my best, return of the evil dead, it is almost 1973, dutch supermodel kya poses 
with two wolves in a fashion hawaiian shoot,


10
amazonide azure laws from planck notebooks say, years before the chainsaw, the 
bacteria has since been found in hawaii, the same bacteria are being transferred in both 
cases, face the ticking clock of impending trial, centering on that theme can be fun, but 
instead of simply destroying the zombies, supersize fiberglass horses hope to raise 
money from a 12 metres priestshaped yacht, well, she will stop complaining and 
understand that i am a lone wolf, queen cherryrhama, (she’s a hottie), the blind 
werewolf bite would suggest that parsec duchamp could survive this episode, spin his 
undead frog from rabid flesh, thrill to the fact that many of the then unknown actors and 
filmmakers from that moon had no sex at all, you should be able to drive the loops,


***
***