Wednesday, November 09, 2011
TRASH AMERICAN STYLE #4
for Phil Cordelli and Brandon Shimoda
You asked me to write something on this blog?
I have nothing to "write"
And I m not embarrassed to be proud
Sweeping through this life like eating crap up off a shingle
And proud
To be
Listening to Chrome & Helios Creed
In the basement
Huffing ink from this stack of t-shirts vision
I have to get out to the familys vision
Me in a pile of dirt
Lifting history with a shirt that hurts
When a foul comes across the field
Displays of superior construction
Lance away what I did not want in the first
Huffing wood glue off my fingers
While the wings set
On the replica
Fly into the buildings also shrimps
I went upstairs to see what you guys were doing
Sugar off my brand new vinyl
One of you was cleaning out my wheelbarrow thanks
One of you was talking to my neighbor over the fence
All my racquets had disappeared I said Peace!
I had never seen her
She was laughing what did you say?
One of you was watering the carrot that had grown in the middle of the yard
Worker in metal
Working
On the ground
Def
What do you guys want for dinner?
We'll go without it
Why don't you invite your friends over for dinner?
The myth 'd me
I went to the store and bought chips
Poured 'em out on the dining table
Let's just go back and forth eat whenever Boba
For whatever reason it was charming to be on the verge of jumping off the roof
Like, I wonder what he's thinking, He's mysterious
At least I could hide in Theodore Sturgeon
Huffing oils off the carpet
Loaded up
Bathed with an eerie, flickering light
A great auroral display raging over half the world
The other half? A little stone cottage
Set back
From the road
A bit
Would make a nice place
To have sex for the first time, don't you think
About things
Like
Distances and elements
Chemical compounds
Why there are so few people who talk seriously about ecstasy
At the rave, for example, everyone was
Touching each others face
Not realizing the door threw up
The way to the terminal convent
In which the men bien sweating
Through the t-shirts vision
Independent of external light, and it
Showed clearly
A waste
Of barren rock
That seemed never to have known any form of life. Presumably
This desert
Land must come to an end
Somewhere (THEODORE STURGEON)
I went outside and you were there again
Talking to my neighbor
Who I had never seen
Where should I put the carrots?
Put them on your baby's head
One of you was in the shed
We called that the home
One of you was emptying concrete onto the grass
One of you was sitting on the porch
Cut a square hole in plywood
Push your burgers through the square
Its not a great idea but its an idea, so
Now you know I'm ready
for Phil Cordelli and Brandon Shimoda
You asked me to write something on this blog?
I have nothing to "write"
And I m not embarrassed to be proud
Sweeping through this life like eating crap up off a shingle
And proud
To be
Listening to Chrome & Helios Creed
In the basement
Huffing ink from this stack of t-shirts vision
I have to get out to the familys vision
Me in a pile of dirt
Lifting history with a shirt that hurts
When a foul comes across the field
Displays of superior construction
Lance away what I did not want in the first
Huffing wood glue off my fingers
While the wings set
On the replica
Fly into the buildings also shrimps
I went upstairs to see what you guys were doing
Sugar off my brand new vinyl
One of you was cleaning out my wheelbarrow thanks
One of you was talking to my neighbor over the fence
All my racquets had disappeared I said Peace!
I had never seen her
She was laughing what did you say?
One of you was watering the carrot that had grown in the middle of the yard
Worker in metal
Working
On the ground
Def
What do you guys want for dinner?
We'll go without it
Why don't you invite your friends over for dinner?
The myth 'd me
I went to the store and bought chips
Poured 'em out on the dining table
Let's just go back and forth eat whenever Boba
For whatever reason it was charming to be on the verge of jumping off the roof
Like, I wonder what he's thinking, He's mysterious
At least I could hide in Theodore Sturgeon
Huffing oils off the carpet
Loaded up
Bathed with an eerie, flickering light
A great auroral display raging over half the world
The other half? A little stone cottage
Set back
From the road
A bit
Would make a nice place
To have sex for the first time, don't you think
About things
Like
Distances and elements
Chemical compounds
Why there are so few people who talk seriously about ecstasy
At the rave, for example, everyone was
Touching each others face
Not realizing the door threw up
The way to the terminal convent
In which the men bien sweating
Through the t-shirts vision
Independent of external light, and it
Showed clearly
A waste
Of barren rock
That seemed never to have known any form of life. Presumably
This desert
Land must come to an end
Somewhere (THEODORE STURGEON)
I went outside and you were there again
Talking to my neighbor
Who I had never seen
Where should I put the carrots?
Put them on your baby's head
One of you was in the shed
We called that the home
One of you was emptying concrete onto the grass
One of you was sitting on the porch
Cut a square hole in plywood
Push your burgers through the square
Its not a great idea but its an idea, so
Now you know I'm ready