How can a naked man run past curfew the streets without living?

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This evening i tilted my skull towards the sky and saw a Michelangelo’s sunset covering the expanse i know as sky – swept off the urbane bus and phlegm-specked windows i suddenly become aware of a deep, throbbing desire to believe in something bigger than myself – to see that there would be a god absolute enough to have patented this beauty or churned it out in a colour factory with an audience of captivated humans with their manmade reason to have witnessed – and then i look down at the blue duffel stuffed between my legs, and the stale, pale, smell of sweat gracing an air hemmed in by many skins – and hear the children asking fantasy questions – “mummy, if you could be anywhere now, where would you be?” – and energetically i laugh myself off like a puerile joke.

Now i know you – the dogma has faded from your face and you fall into my lap, a nude flap of flesh colour.

The city is attached to my boots and i am hovering into the sky, bearing it upwards to imaginary heavens where i belong.

the paper flats give way to rows upon rows of mundane eclectic lives. in one room the bulbous head spreads its legs coyly around a battery and gurgles, a dry cell tickles and – by explosion – ceases the charge of being to columns of transatlantic pocks. lights topple in chains, gears cog and the cuckoo celebrates the hour by ejaculating over the harbour front. The kitchen breadboard is caressed, the draperies are rearranged, and the ticker tape counter above the door creaks forward by one.

I. acephalous portraits

ONE  Her smile was the same pasty quality that badly baked cupcakes possessed, and one was bound to choke on the excess of flour that crusted her sugary intestines. Of her eyelids: pathos found a home, the same way mascara didn’t. An admirably indispensable habit was made being looked through in the event of any coquettish seduction. As a result, her view of the world comprised entirely of fragmented shards of light squirrelled from between heavy and clotted eyebrow foliage. This epidermis was far from accurate, and the numerous bruises she gleaned on a daily basis (nightclub: rapist) originated from those unfortunate times when pillars coincided neatly with stray lashes. Against such icebergs she was about as adroit and intelligent as the Titanic. This large and jingling visage was carved out of the cheapest sponge-stone; cheeks, lips, brows and bust: pumice without the weight to sink in the thinnest water.


TWO  She is always mildly incredulous – a tug on her soft, full abdomen triggered a downpour of recitations, empty stories and bad sex. Life was something to be tripped over; went through and devoured in a series of unfortunate accidents; the two left feet must be forcibly embraced and great care must be taken in spitting first on oneself and then the ground. She belonged to  class of people most at home wielding metal rulers, with all the edge and corner to attack a soft and unprotected cornea- preferably one’s own. Says she: “Lick the toes before the fingers.” – one cannot be sicker, or softer, or hairier if one does not dilate a beat late to the rhythm of life. One must be slow. One must condition rigidness into mind if not by nature, and one must love the society that reflects the same dull laughter upon it.

What position do you often sleep in? foetal.
Whats your least favourite word?  I don’t know.
What do you think ‘acephalous’ means? ridiculous.
Liquid soap or solid soap? liquid.
Do you like wearing hats? i don’t own any hats.
Digital or analog clocks? analog.
What is the last question you would ask yourself? what am i doing here.

archiac, barely

surely they must pay their dues
modernists make to straggle through
but i; i (most painful) of all men
do not recycle or
listen to the heart-throb of a narcotised city
playing our tempo; the certainty of our immortality
touching the plastic immediate from shining fluorescent verbatim
the organic now serves
the orgastic later

past is : the recollected present
future is : the hopeful past
only my instant
– swung onto a visionary adjacent
can smile click coarsen or
bring to ecstasy the myalgia of the available
and when the orgy of now falls
no matter; for we will always be

eight abstractions

/lucid drawings/

/lucid drawings/

[blind drawing experiment, done to randomly chosen words from The Devil’s Dictionary; Ambrose Bierce ]

  1. Academy, n. A modern school where football is taught.
  2. Cat, n. A soft, indestructible automaton provided by nature to be kicked when things go wrong in the domestic circle.
  3. Cabbage, n. A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man’s head.
  4. Circus, n. A place where horses, ponies and elephants are permitted to see men and women and children acting the fool.
  5. Envelope, n. The coffin of a document; the scabbard of a bill; the husk of a remittance; the bed-gown of a love-letter.
  6. Ink, n. A villainous compound…chiefly used to facilitate the infection of idiocy and promote intellectual crime. The properties of ink are peculiar and contradictory: it may be used to make reputations and unmake them; to blacken them and to make them white.
  7. Abdomen, n. The temple of the god Stomach, in whose worship, with
    sacrificial rights, all true men engage. From women this ancient
    faith commands but a stammering assent. They sometimes minister at
    the altar in a half-hearted and ineffective way, but true reverence
    for the one deity that men really adore they know not. If woman had a
    free hand in the world’s marketing the race would become
  8. Abridge, v.t. To shorten.
    When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for
    people to abridge their king, a decent respect for the opinions of
    mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel
    them to the separation.  Oliver Cromwell