herm of warsaw

the death of script

2011-12-18T15:25:00.001-05:00

I can't go kicking this rusty blade no further
we can all name ourselves smurves
when the terrors of modernity seem quaint
plash of water
monumental tree trail
tripple faggot
only god xemself
short buff gay
agog in 8 ft waves
of totally tubular efflorescence
remembers those empassioned tweets
on the theme of cursive handwriting

[WAR MESSAGE!] we dont want yr tools

2011-02-01T22:53:00.000-05:00

(for CAConrad on the escalation of troops)

look gentlepeople
the only source of likelihood
is a fist in a gentle orifice
if I’da been a ranch
they’da calld me bar none
a fecund desert
full of heartless so-and-sos
the tub of butter thereafter was rancid
we put xir and xir mouth ta rest
along with the chickens in our maw
hey blood, hey sucka
as like to one as to th’other
do you love your sibling
as they do as they do

the pit of tutivillus

2010-08-19T18:56:00.000-04:00

todo el tiempo quelque new atrocity
met by flies
the seer wit understanding
almost undercut hir prophecy

my muzzle will be made of moss
in the whinter
you think it’s music but it’s like lilies when they fester
all ovular moonlight tusking the apparatus

when I say lily I do mean the same
each arm asway on tender footing
swete my sweteing
who alone is burning plastics

whose brainpan literally creaturely

2010-06-08T17:39:00.002-04:00

on the contrary come up simpering (Paolo Javier) / crickets are not giving each other feedback. crickets are not not giving each other feedback. (Filip Marinovich) / I am a hammerhead shark / a pair of milky eyes that refuse to triangulate. (Sueyeun Juliette Lee)

who on the contrary come up simpering
creating whole deadzones in the gulf
a legality therefor
bristleing the loam
1000s and 1000s of patches of oil
and water and oil plumes found
under the gulf’s surface the oil &
gas together literally devouring
oxygen which levels currently (7 june 2010) at
3 miligrams per litre animals begin to be
stressed at 2 mg per litre so it is soon becom
ing a ded zone. the ocean is dead long live
the ocean! metrology
in place of the porgy
seasonique advertising four periods a year
“who says that time of the month has to be every month?”
who says that time has to be
everytime detritus? kids screaming “go meat!”
can I pay you in gum? shore littered w/ dead
greeks, dead dolphins, dead pelicans, seagulls
unrecognizable as living or dead, creatures
made crude while humans
flock to see sex & the city islamophobia
and queer appropriation
can I pay you in gum? it’s good for consuming media
the first synthetic lifeform “cynthia” pronoun it, created by a computer
bull horn thru
the toreadors throte
a wizened creature nonetheless
who skins perspective but the humans they
had got quite profligate
no sauce nor sustenance de-access-sessioning
the fishes from the very day they witheld
their greeting from me the manatee become
the mentor to shut the person down & render
thir attack therefore
inelegant

to be kush is not to be chronic

2010-01-23T16:29:00.000-05:00

to be kush is not to be chronic
I'd lay all my ganger upon it

that twerps are most like
to be ethical creatures

it only leaked inordinantly
my time stricture had a habit

wanton until noon
wel cd they speke englysshe

polymorphously, it's the juice
n I stand by my ambivalent sidekick

beat up for being the wrong kinda pretty
outlander skeeters suck after

FYI ppl

2009-05-31T12:06:00.000-04:00

the hoi polloi = the the people
and et cetera = and and other things

of mongrelitude

2009-04-23T12:42:00.001-04:00

A bed of roses itself is no bed of roses. Nobody wants an e-book, they would sooner leave you in the lake, a den of mouldering slime for your coffin. Everbody calling it a recession—theyr in a delusion. I am privy to these contradictory situations where I am told first the one and then the other bathroom is the wrong one. Madame, c’est là! and then o monsieur! je me suis tromper! If I powder my nose in the tudes, if I choose to walk barefoot in the small hours…you yourself are a healing property you know. You came home from the fair only to join the circus its festal moods, to feast on frost. So one learns to make thir way among the multitudes. And know bliss as a cowperson.

I know I am the small fry here. Whose harnassed thot drove winter aback, gos wrastlin thir daemon underground. Tho the stirrups brinked and tha mud was broke, I looked down to the rivulet between the tracks, and couldn’t tell if what I saw was a turd or twisted rust metal. & the rats rooting amid the black death and the typhus. One comes out steppin, their eyes fallen on the shores, cognizant only to the trash they mucked around. Suddenly you and your neighbours thighs are pressed together, accidental camaraderie or blunt eroticism. And neither of you move away.

We race toward the mounds of gravel, the morning star met with its wanderer.

blackwater stole my pronoun: xe, xir, xemself

2009-02-17T14:19:00.003-05:00

abysse in Fr. refers to the sea specifically
as opposed to a crevasse on land
how we say the grand canyon
or credit ratings are abysmal

one can be in a abȋme, complete ruin
as Jwlhyfer / Julian observd
once you start fucking in the bed
the relationship’s over.

blackwater stole my pronoun
as february unclenches its fist
like hitler using 卍
like Martial’s plagiarius

imaginary and actual koalas, troly loly

2009-01-26T16:37:00.000-05:00

for Ryan his 30th birthday

turning 30 is only

as wilde is troly

living for nonce is

the creed of the ponces

s/how candid wit

overall plaisance

imaginary koalas and

creepy quakers

the tong wot ranges

similia similibus

the flameater eats

of the flamethrowers flames

dipping a pigtail in the inkwell

but s/time it’s just sentiment

myope because

they fixate on the boke

whyfore doth that grome

go wandering along the scrim

philippe among the leaves

still a desideratum

the several smitty

& unfortunat blancheflour

r tha bizniss

tho art magicked like newcomers

θanatos yo

2008-11-18T18:06:00.001-05:00

adversaries of use
not onlye thot on thir constituents
whan who
who do not agree as to yoots
the pickling one has nat done
θanatos, top oxling
wot offers thirself
when even achilles
looks on xem lustily

when one is trampled by the hounds
of a clumsy lorry

one submits that they are of lesser mind
than this companye
one has an other crafte
far better to creep in the high grass
of hysterical illnessess

that mountebanke
causes thir invention to become tangible
who hurle brodesydis at eche other
break you off a
goodly hunk
luck is just
a residue of the brine

palin bounce plummeteth

2008-10-23T13:47:00.004-04:00

This dog on dog aggression will not stand.

-Heather Fuller

who are innit for pure fame
tho art magicked like newcomers
when the canary came stumping
in the coalmine
cmere it said ignore our
dogaressa on main st.

—noteworthy the gimmick
to apprehend any traveler
bound by thir headlamp
w/o thir bearing
bushed into the furthest reaches—

who curated the article
frekisshe
one envyes the gesture
mislaid upon the cheek
is al so roundabout
(thir approach) one cometh saying
my mutual interests are different from yrs

xavier—once hilt
thanatos wuz demure
nor any meat in thir manner
nor do they mete out punishment

θanatos
whan grey
bespecks
ppl & thir electronic devices
s/time a dog peeping out its basket

I am having trouble connecting
w/ my constituents
the arkitects little imagynd
how thir work would be undone

bridge to nowherr

2008-10-08T19:46:00.006-04:00

"[He has] a lack of willingness, if you will” –McCain spokesperson Nancy Pfotenhauer, on Obama

I’m gonna lay my head on some
lonesome railroad line. -Nina Simone

a lack of willingness, if you will
makes es wooing parlous
john henry or john kerry
a mystical wonderhaus

of wonderments in maine
the desegregation of
washrooms, who swindle a soup
xir showers and xir shammies
one star in thir square of skye

the warrish norm w/ bloodyed head
armadillo holding a turtle—
—the eye and its waterspout
cleopatra’s asp, or wotever
etc's neckjob

s/thing too luxuriant
w/ a blade
and s/t too capitulative
with a moose.

astonished fish

2008-10-04T13:55:00.007-04:00

(after Maria Esther Maciel’s title “Peixes perlexos”)
The fish love to be around those rigs! -John McCain, 9/17/08

the eyewall favorable for
ikonicity an
ambivalence au bibliothèque
how eche rig shattrs
the hrt & the gut & the spleen
of fanny-freddy infamy

the fish begin to speak queerly
something that never will happen before
alexander the great
my contemporary
girding the neck
au quelque crossroads
wot disgorges
the libertine’s lap
n the ganymede’s hole

mariesther asks “why were the fish not given any tediousness”[1]
indemnification and not being held
harmless
then what the heck ys love
my brinkly protocol?

[1] From the poem “Lost and Found” (“Achados e Perdidos”) by Maria Esther Maciel, in O livro dos nomes (The book of names).

now I'm yr dad

2008-09-30T11:18:00.004-04:00

With zir mind on zir money and zir money on zir mind. -pfj

either doggeard to be comic
or spaciously an ape attracted to beauty
hurld in the hadean eye not bated
for a cue to being modern
bathing in like total myopia
the smaller, eastern atlantic shells
and the narrow alpine strawberries
one draws forth from the banks
irrevocably one’s hauteurs

ambivalence becometh

2008-09-12T10:36:00.002-04:00

low the harslung moon
pokes lewdly out tha cloud

twinlite of the towrs
runs rampant in one's mouth

myn entourage whut
cometh to me in folds, in the fields,

endurrs heavy scarring
as thir mind hesitates

sarah palin gon aerial wolfhuntin

2008-09-11T13:52:00.003-04:00

beganne to be of the milieu
tha bluefurrd devil then siezed on
whan to besmirch even the alpine
sediment goes wolfhuntin, adieu!
wrench thir erstwhile barrell from em
erupt it into a fine brine: drill-drill! powpow!

not the sloppy religiosity

2008-09-09T17:13:00.002-04:00

For you, love, I brake my glass, / Your gown is furred with blue. -anon. mid 16th century lyric

nore yet the doggy religiosity
nor the backyard beat
hives erupt from ones furr
one pusses in measures

ad instantitem duchovny
and brittany vie for the meat
disgorged from the vma curr
what upcurls from that same foam