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after a dip in the ocean…
Posted on October 25, 2009 by om
Sharing a long, intimate burn between our lungs,
In a small room with a comfortable mattress
Staring gazingly into the warmest part of your mind
Hypnotized
I think we’re making love.
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I’m Waiting / Drunken Angel Pores
Posted on October 24, 2009 by Tom Nagy
There is the human perception of reality: those who believe that constructing spread sheets and parallel parking your new lexus are of the utmost importance, and then there is real reality, where none of the materials you own have any value except the values in which you place on them by will. So turn off [...]
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while the animals sleep…
Posted on October 24, 2009 by om
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friday the twenty-third.
Posted on October 23, 2009 by om
–when the rooster crows–
A trillion stars erased by one
Like ten-thousand campfires beside my window
These eyelids are pink
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–far off, a ship–
Silence by choice
Alone is my voice
Inside this body
Slowly we’ll go
Gently we’ll row
Into the silence
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–i can see coloured light reflecting off your soul–
You’re an awkward lanky creature
With dangly bones & a silly hair-cut
You entice me though
Beneath your [...]
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trish (on earth)
Posted on October 23, 2009 by norm
you say the glass is gone and you’re here now
well not here with me but you know
or you say “you know” and you mean I know
you know
so suddenly awaked from dream of shackles and blindfold
or not blindfold maybe but coke bottle glasses
distorting, giving headaches, making dizzy
now you can see the whole cat
now you can feel [...]
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Tetra-Sonic / Handy Blue
Posted on October 18, 2009 by Tom Nagy
return to suburbia
Posted on October 18, 2009 by garbage juice
sometimes i lay at night in bed
listing friendships in my head
and how i’d react should they decide
to culminate in suicide
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econoculture.
Posted on October 17, 2009 by om
Every ripe tomato was the same size, she said,
And each carrot the same colour,
It was unbelievable!
They were lined up in perfect rows,
and,
They all tasted soo damn sweet,
Their watery hearts,
And piddly lungs,
Like the purest-looking sugar,
The batch with most bleach.
And the air sat heavy, putrid, still;
Reminded me of the future.
and, and,
I overheard the guard say:
“This is The [...]
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your/you’re disease.
Posted on October 15, 2009 by om
You advance like an alien being
Your body pushed forward through space
Awkwardly graceful
Atop solid, organic, mechanical limbs
Powered by the sun
Smooth curves has your craft
And bright, shiny windows
From which you gleam
As you absorb my world
With shutters cracked
I’ll meet you in another realm, alien girl
Your very own dimension
Where germs do not exist
Because I do
Not ever want
To be
Sick
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and at the center of your ever-expanding universe…
Posted on October 10, 2009 by om
click for high resolution.. although this image is best seen from mars, projected on the dark side of the moon in 2065
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give a homeless person your roaches.
Posted on October 8, 2009 by om
The city is a country
Without any borders
In this enormous world
The city is a country
For those who lack a home
In this conceptual world
This city’s in a country
Because it can never be easy
In this microscopic world
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techno/love.
Posted on October 8, 2009 by om
A personalized concert just for my head
Not even my knees can join in
Thank-you Chad Vangaalen
Thank-you Apple corporation
For making this all possible
I’d be in the forest
Pluckin’ a Jew’s Harp
Without you
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i/ove/ou
Posted on October 8, 2009 by om
Quick,
May be that I can write a poem before my battery dies
Where do batteries go when they die anyway?
Do they illuminate the stars?
Do they leach toxins on mars?
And when all of their power juice in gone far away
Should we burn them, or eat them, or throw them today?
Maybe, when batteries die
They go back
To another time
Before [...]
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in an apartment on the drive.
Posted on October 7, 2009 by om
Caught in a warm, fortunate updraft
Here in L.A.
Tailpipes cry the Wednesday-blues
Songbirds sing the news
Cacti grow so slowly, above the kitchen sink
Wishing they could dance the night away, with us
As we shuffle in the moonlight below
The heavy-beats get so soft and squishy
Squash-squirm, am I safe?
I am
Amongst all these human arms
There are infinite potential hugs
Let’s dance in [...]
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Painting of Two Cowboys
Posted on October 1, 2009 by darren
Consider these men on horseback
mounting a golden ridge in which
everything is perfectly composed,
the anatomy of their stallions
exactly correct and the oil-white clouds
just so. September sunlight
combs their excellent beards.
They’ve rolled the most exquisite cigarettes —
they smoke to die on their terms,
remind themselves of fathers.
It’s hard to say if men like this
ever existed — perhaps, like English [...]
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