Thursday, January 28, 2010

death/rebirth


Hello creeps, I'm finally back. A lot's happened, or not happened, but let's just say I'm ready to blog again. The death of this blog has been inevitable, and I've been searching for ghosts, so now it is time for rebirth. Dig!




ghost poetry: willem

this is not a poem.
willem
is
dead.

he tells us that
life is
a dream,
that
he is the dream
king,
that

he’s waking up.

he tells me this is not
a dream,
then sings,
then fades

and the clouds and the morning
and
sunlight.





















ghost poetry: fuzz

fuzzzz
sleep

sss

hhssshhhssss






































ghost poetry: singer

singer
singer

sleeper

ssssssssssssssssssssss

aaa
a

aaaaaaaaaaa
aaa


hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhh

h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
















ghost poetry: buzz

buzz

change
sleep
buzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
z
z
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzz
z









willem…























ghost poetry: shroud

along

the sleep
summer

and the sunshine

wake up
all

of the dream kings
sing
in the courtyard


hhhhh
hhhhh
hhhhh
hhhh
hhhh
hhhh
hhh
hhh
hhh
hh
hh
hh
h
h
h














ghost poetry: donut

around in
loops

some ghosts crawl on their
bellies
groaning
and groaning

oh
this is not
poetry
oh this is
not
poetry oh this
is not
poetry oh
this is
not poetry oh
this is not
poetry
























ghost poetry: marla

marla fell
through the window

going

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

she wakes up

she goes into the cellar
she
eats
a lightbulb

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa