preview of the next issue of boho coco

The theme of the next issue is comics! Hurray. It should be coming out in September, but I'm so excited for it, that I'll share a tiny picture of one comic I'm just now drawing.

silver screen: water front

The last of the summer is here, friends, hope you like skulls!



text:
skull summer: water front


all last summer
red bicycle
steam

powered journeys into
the land of lips
and

tits

across America girls in scout uniforms
and bold boys
eating cheeseburgers and
checking the local
springs for
dips
and to reconnoiter a
proposition or
two;

watch a movie with me
and we will sing
archipelago about
our distant
days as two kids
dancing in bedrooms flailing;

parents of the un
born
disposition stalking out vegetation
and calamity
and
begging oh oh

let me be brand new;

my father in a cherry tree
as a child singing
of the south;

my mother in a black car in high school
hoping to hop hop
into the dank swampy summer of Carolina

skull summer: silver screen

text:
skull summer: silver screen


eat popcorn
maniacs oh
oh
gosh we kill a cinema
veritea and
galosh supreme
into

a lobby blitzing with
video game

Mario’s and old bricks
and

two-toned what whats
gasping as
we hope to be the special
ending of the
elegant heroic film wherein
the summer
never dies and all children
fall in love
until death;

kiss me in sheets;

the old theater where we first
worked gets
imploded now as useless
it is only remembered by
us
in our later days of booze and loose
legs;

give and take oh girl
with the silver screen I can
never win
you;

it is easy, yes, sir, take a seat, we
begin now, roll reels,
follow and be
happy

skull summer: night babes

Here's the second video in the series of summer poetry! Whoo!



text:
skull summer: night babes


so when she sets foot
on the foreign
soil

and learns something
about
barbarians raving

we will celebrate our
own
way

lighting a cake and sending
it

crashing down a black
fire escape
in

New York City

dancing dangling about the myriad
jumps

of red lights and yellow
cabs and pretty
pigeons and
bum
beer bottles;

send us away this gift we
not only needing
but
desiring to speak in inordinate
manner with the divine
essence of the grand escape;

you and I
together in a tea cup;

believe in riddle, shake out the form,
divide a loose recoil,
set hands on hips and kiss

the summer has just begun!

text:
skull summer: food hop


if in memory
unfolding all a meadow
of
the fast-food landscape
and also
rans

trudging food in
corrals better
served of Austin
and
element barbarous
and
biking

out to see the sights the
two-for-one

trades
and
a beer at happy hour
after
idling all day in air
conditioning;

I am a plate of silver
and french fries
oh
joy;

get in the swim with this
stunning never
been;

a place we used to frequent and
broad soldiers tearing apart
tin cans and Coke bottles;

last summer we dove
into old starry diners and
ordered giant silver
dollar
pancakes, oh the best, the best

skull summer is coming

Mu-ha-ha-ha-haa!

one poem of two

Hey cretins, here's that damn poetry you all seem to love so much. Gosh, where does it spring forth, me eternal tude? No one can say. But watching Pee Wee on TV is as fine as going la dee dee for free. Also, this poem is one of two I wrote on the 4th of July! Happy birthday, America, eat a whole watermelon, why don't you, you fat pig? Okay, to read the other poem, go to: austinnewblog.blogspot.com. Sayonara!


birthday: me


my birthday is coming down
a rusted road,
biting dogs and screaming
numbers,

mad with power and
divine, like
a spiked cog trashing
its own

habitat just to be
cool.

happy birthday, to me, from me,
in a glorious river,

or drunk on some bench in Austin,
kicking it away
like

old newspapers.

I’m going to be so wise this year,
bold and hot, gusty,
a meadow,
a fire hydrant.

let me, oh birthday, remember
myself in grandeur. gift me
a mirror and I’ll
shave my face to celebrate.

final typed page from co-lab!

Holy shit, here it is folks, last of the bunch. And what's this, maybe we can finally post something else now?! Wahoo! And also: Co-Lab is a grand gal who wants you to come suckle her teats every Saturday evening (well, almost every Saturday). So go there. And check out: austinnewblog.blogspot.com, to hear me read this gentle bit of psycho random lovely poetry.

typed page from Co-Lab show 5

Here's the fifth (and penultimate) page of typed randomness from Co-Lab. Just wait, my friends, mores a coming.



and here is some typewriter audio mayhem.