blp
04-01-2007, 08:16 AM
Hello. Another old one of mine that I don't think I've posted before, but if I have, apologies. Anyway, have just extensively revised it, so it's sort of new.
******
All the cute little ideas
Fat white maggots between your ears
Screaming screeching shuddering bursting scratching scraping
The car has lost control
The colour of the car is sick green
It’s headlights are horror
and it’s nameplate is sublime.
branches scrape my face
headlights whip the trees
fences leaves eyes
streaks
the wheels leave their skin
on the asphalt
I am eating raspberries.
The raspberries are crushing on the wheel
and it is slipping
it slips and slips.
I am going to be sick.
The fauna are
being sick
bats fly into the car screeching, laugh
and are sick.
squirrels, deer, antelope, skunks, snipes.
And indeterminate creatures of various stripes
Striking attitudes, hurting each other, practicing
Expressions, a preponderance of violence, narcissism
An elk puts his finger to his chin in thought
Do you want to be my friend?
Stick ‘em up, kid. OK, rabbit, this is IT.
But the car, determined,
knew the route out of the woodland dells.
Until at length we came upon the citadel
perched upon the high promontory
among the graves of captains
sleeping above the
treeline,
clouds,
dreaming
(only dreaming)
of thralldom
romance
good design
altruism
harmless crime.
Up here
at the high point of history and economy
We like everything
Blood, flowers, the same kind of pretty
A simple taste for simple atrocity
Little beasties with knives
Kids with cigarettes
Compañeros for a cappuccino
Distant friends
We met in the café of a digital research laboratory
On a mountainside in Colorado
She was drinking a cappuccino
From a paper cup, wearing an orange tunic
Just in from the warmth of Palo Alto
pins in her head, eyes
She sneezed
The soft fur on her ears
Wet from two little piles of melting snow
Her damp black nose
Glowing
Because it had magic powers.
I@ve been involved in an interesting project
She says
out west
Huddling into her pelt for warmth
Vapour rising off her
A pale twin of the steam from the cappuccino machine
I took a sip from my own cup
Flooding my neck with warm java
Avatar, I said.
And she nodded.
So you are the one
I have traveled so far to wed.
The skylight crumbled
(or was it the sky itself?)
Snow and ice shards mingling with fragments of glass
Blood shot from the necks and eyeholes of the assembled animals
Idling, talking data capture, rich media
They dropped their cups
Ran for the exits
Met with thousand mile an hour volleys
of machine gun bullets
From black silhouettes.
And above us,
Green and red wings thrashing,
sharp-toothed Bunny head
slavering over a Wacom tablet,
Shunriki Tatzo was upon us.
But I looked at her and saw that she was not afraid
All this, she said,
Fur flying off her,
Plasma running
In a thin line
down an all-too-human forehead
And into an eye that still saw
All this will fade.
Only later did I learn about her project.
Down in the village, I asked about the castle.
No one would take me. Look, said the
old poacher nothing
mortal scares me
but that place
is something
else
a sepulcher. A tomb.
a place of the undead.
a desperate sitting room.
The fun dichotomy.
Mice with guitars.
Sheep tea parties
At an abattoir
And the old poacher and I
took our coffees
and sat in the lobby
firing out ideas
Screaming, hurting, blasting, battering, juddering,
Crunching, crashing, cold, freezing, biting,
Shock, shocking, shrieking, screaming, waving,
Propeller cutter, scutter, screech, shriek, spittle
Grab, hello, approach apron, gut, cold, go, forbid, shadow, blow
Blast you. Blast you, baby. Soft little legs and arms.
Dead plateau. Arrival. Depart. You will not move from this point. Your life will not move from this point. You are no more
than this
A mouth seeking colour
Soft shapes, simple relations
Amoral, innocent, vulnerable, undisciplined
In a universe where everything’s imagined possible
Without language,
Repercussions
Or end or change
Brains already being eaten
A little baby.
I mean
The idea
Of
A little baby
******
All the cute little ideas
Fat white maggots between your ears
Screaming screeching shuddering bursting scratching scraping
The car has lost control
The colour of the car is sick green
It’s headlights are horror
and it’s nameplate is sublime.
branches scrape my face
headlights whip the trees
fences leaves eyes
streaks
the wheels leave their skin
on the asphalt
I am eating raspberries.
The raspberries are crushing on the wheel
and it is slipping
it slips and slips.
I am going to be sick.
The fauna are
being sick
bats fly into the car screeching, laugh
and are sick.
squirrels, deer, antelope, skunks, snipes.
And indeterminate creatures of various stripes
Striking attitudes, hurting each other, practicing
Expressions, a preponderance of violence, narcissism
An elk puts his finger to his chin in thought
Do you want to be my friend?
Stick ‘em up, kid. OK, rabbit, this is IT.
But the car, determined,
knew the route out of the woodland dells.
Until at length we came upon the citadel
perched upon the high promontory
among the graves of captains
sleeping above the
treeline,
clouds,
dreaming
(only dreaming)
of thralldom
romance
good design
altruism
harmless crime.
Up here
at the high point of history and economy
We like everything
Blood, flowers, the same kind of pretty
A simple taste for simple atrocity
Little beasties with knives
Kids with cigarettes
Compañeros for a cappuccino
Distant friends
We met in the café of a digital research laboratory
On a mountainside in Colorado
She was drinking a cappuccino
From a paper cup, wearing an orange tunic
Just in from the warmth of Palo Alto
pins in her head, eyes
She sneezed
The soft fur on her ears
Wet from two little piles of melting snow
Her damp black nose
Glowing
Because it had magic powers.
I@ve been involved in an interesting project
She says
out west
Huddling into her pelt for warmth
Vapour rising off her
A pale twin of the steam from the cappuccino machine
I took a sip from my own cup
Flooding my neck with warm java
Avatar, I said.
And she nodded.
So you are the one
I have traveled so far to wed.
The skylight crumbled
(or was it the sky itself?)
Snow and ice shards mingling with fragments of glass
Blood shot from the necks and eyeholes of the assembled animals
Idling, talking data capture, rich media
They dropped their cups
Ran for the exits
Met with thousand mile an hour volleys
of machine gun bullets
From black silhouettes.
And above us,
Green and red wings thrashing,
sharp-toothed Bunny head
slavering over a Wacom tablet,
Shunriki Tatzo was upon us.
But I looked at her and saw that she was not afraid
All this, she said,
Fur flying off her,
Plasma running
In a thin line
down an all-too-human forehead
And into an eye that still saw
All this will fade.
Only later did I learn about her project.
Down in the village, I asked about the castle.
No one would take me. Look, said the
old poacher nothing
mortal scares me
but that place
is something
else
a sepulcher. A tomb.
a place of the undead.
a desperate sitting room.
The fun dichotomy.
Mice with guitars.
Sheep tea parties
At an abattoir
And the old poacher and I
took our coffees
and sat in the lobby
firing out ideas
Screaming, hurting, blasting, battering, juddering,
Crunching, crashing, cold, freezing, biting,
Shock, shocking, shrieking, screaming, waving,
Propeller cutter, scutter, screech, shriek, spittle
Grab, hello, approach apron, gut, cold, go, forbid, shadow, blow
Blast you. Blast you, baby. Soft little legs and arms.
Dead plateau. Arrival. Depart. You will not move from this point. Your life will not move from this point. You are no more
than this
A mouth seeking colour
Soft shapes, simple relations
Amoral, innocent, vulnerable, undisciplined
In a universe where everything’s imagined possible
Without language,
Repercussions
Or end or change
Brains already being eaten
A little baby.
I mean
The idea
Of
A little baby