December 02, 2000
Subject: meticulous tempered active response button
captive aquarius on a binge I lay down like death near the water cooler
thirsty cantankerous soul lifts weights outside the HandyMart
'I get on my knees and pray, I won't be fooled again'
November 16, 2000
When next we meet shall we discuss the following?
.....square-dancing, 'new' polyester, AM radio,
bain du soleil!, stubby beer bottles,
flappers, swingers, singles..... submissions welcome.
November 16, 2000
been surfing on dubious obtuse forensic plasticene for so long now I nearly failed my driving exam with a flourish, in a fury, in a dreary town I left dear Mona beside a barstool, besides the barstool I left behind an inheritance of incompetence, mistrust and a posse of miscreants. Far be it from me to deny the allegations far better that I shall reaffirm my pact with a lack of tact not seen since the dawn of the nuclear family while my merry band of hoodlums awaits with placards and stainless steel coffee mugs on the outskirts skirting skirmishes with the paparazzi ........
August 31, 2000
glorious trash accumulates at the bottom of my shoe drenched in noise-pop goodness it's nutritional intellect disguised in so many robes of colour sweating out the toes of my sneakers in some kind of mad rush of squeaky basketball high-top symphony phony only to a critical eye from atop a glow of technologically inept television relay towers renegades are in search of truth and gummy bears with unbridled enthusiasm and pastel girdles and sugared up socialism it's my turn at the compass I will wield an inventive hand with eyes to magnetic north and yield only for the gripings of a disenchanted home-ec teacher
fishing for condiments Space Trash Jr.
February 12, 2000
incredible voice box vox talks none-so-fine as this as I pile my urban anxieties in the closest tree-chipper to dismantle the paranoia I've often taken the abstract as the highest form of flattery this too risky tenure must complete it's evolution and revolution about the sun I have all but good things to say as I resist the eight minutes it will take to find that it has burnt out and I have run out of the niceties of civilization in a blink I dare to think of a trinket rolled amongst the blankets and tank top delusions is this all there is that I would sit in the dark of a flattering horoscope and maybe detect a hint of irony as I sip the nostalgic in reticent waves of crooked spine tangy tart orange juice dread locked to my car and fancy myself a frosted lucky charm?
car-pool tunnel conundrum
December 24/99
perhaps the last rant of 1999 lifting shoulders in
time to the windshield wipers a long lost coffee mug
lodged under the seat a profitable excursion never
happened to a nicer fella but don't count him in he
prefers to play dodgeball with the community rowdies
to rehearse the simple tide to the white water rucous
this ball game goes on forever it's like looking forward
at the back of my head I think the universe is a giant
practical joke that we will eventually be let in on my
devious nature longs to see the televangelists humiliated
at the front of the class room where is that yard stick
it to the fridge the magnet mangled picture of a humanitarian
deed is fading as we transcend time and space nothing is
concrete but the fathomable is hijacked by the technocrats the
luddites dismantle the divine hypocrisy but they can't buy press......
buttermilk biscuit scavenger
December 01/99
Raindogs on valium
sprinklers consistent with the pesky manicured shrubs
lawns yawn back at the beige garage
Burb-Un Bourbon
November 24/99
"Thus the Vespa came to be linked in my eyes with transgression, sin, and even temptation - not the
temptation to possess the object, but the subtle seduction of faraway places where the Vespa was the
only means of transport. And it entered into my imagination not as an object of desire, but as a symbol
of an unfulfilled desire."
- Umberto Eco
November 19/99
Subject: long time no season - a collaboration
sitting pensive fence sitting angel pacifier lounge lizard castigated invigorated many more musical meandering mellow my mind through a minefield I may discover this intense inspiration as I witness the last shocks of consciousness glistening like pixie dust en route to forever it's a patronage thing it's a patronizing thing it's all of that and more but I choose to ignore cuz I'm bored with the naysayers and doomseekers and the matrix is a fine distiller of cask strength libation to ease frustration and the pain of castration relating to the nurture of nature see beyond the horizon orion twinkling faintly in the distance do you know the name of that star? harold or buffy i can't remember anthropomorphising space dust are we that narcissistic? plastic rules and retail therapy soothes the catholic guilt of a consumptive soul roll off my back like ducks off a steeply pitched roof where cats wait gape mouthed and smiling
fast cars look better in the shade
crass bars are waiting for a raid
Magnum Id
Luger EGO
