So Here, So NowA girl walked by of late, peripheral To my book-bound eyes; and political Discourse would have to wait for me to stall, And take into my mind a glimpse of all Her fullest features; eyes, hair, lips alike: So here, so now, so existent; and might You let me touch upon them just this night, As I smile at you, you shyly smile bright.So Here, So Now
James AveryForty steps of sunlight shine Is all it takes to destroy man in sudden flashes of aluminum plating And bring back four acres of sunlit death rows And needle-blows with six-ten meth-men on your deathbed. Illuminati illuminated by your yep you guessed it! Dada-filled paninis from when Duchamp just pressed it, To tell you at that moment that the work was complete— Fully tasted, automated solar powered meat But obsolete sneaks from the corner with intravenous tubes And hookup flan-scans with jam-bands They’re looking to graham-cram your coke grams Deserting soldiers, whoJames Avery
Circuitry -- First DraftFlaccid rain pouring down on acid ships Splish-splosh-criss-cross pour-down on microcode battlechips Alphanumerically overwhelming binary armies Controlling the currents through the two headed circuits-- An introductory course in pre-discreet mathematics Is a clashing of the swords in Aristotlean schematics.Circuitry -- First Draft
An industrial battlefield emerges in the unswept streets Homeless feet marching on young-trash cans— Suckled on the mayor’s glands, too young to go to war: Their metal too shiny for the gore that awaits them:
Why make him into a humvee when we can make him
The Design of Everyday ThingsProjects of the highest order, Works left out on rotting floorboards And magazines I read to pass the timeThe Design of Everyday Things
Now too old for me to bother; I’ve spilled too many neurons there to even find the mop.
I’d slouch myself beneath the splintered door-frame, I’ve grown too big and tall across the years To look before tripping On traps I made to prosecute intruders
And fall into the webs upon the ceiling; Synaptic networks cutting through my neck.
I’d hang and hum my favorite Bowie song, Eyes bulging in a race against my tongue.
OMFG
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- We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold. -
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- We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold. -
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“Satisfaction is the death of desire.”
carpe diem
rite?
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~Ice Princess~
Because her purpose is higher,
she will never fit in...
Because her purpose is higher,
she has to sacrifice...
Because her purpose is higher,
she can never be yours...
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And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
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~Ice Princess~
Because her purpose is higher,
she will never fit in...
Because her purpose is higher,
she has to sacrifice...
Because her purpose is higher,
she can never be yours...
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