Thursday, March 11, 2010

more nonsense


hey guys, here's more nonsense for a world full of it...and beauty!

utopia is myopia
is
purple people
bologna-ia

or not!

or!
Not!
Not or!
or!
Or!






flamingos and marigolds
around
rose bush
strangeholds,
I once
saw you young-like and fair,
into
the apple orchard with
a pair of pistols
and William Tell
in your heart

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

lazy bones


Hey guys, so I started a new series (if you want to call it that) called 'nonsense files,' and it basically is to me as a writer as just jamming and playing music for fun is to a musician. Jam writing? I sure hope not, but I'll be posting a little snippet from the files every now and again for your pleasure. They're pretty silly, so suck it, I guess. Dig!

in the ruby
room
of such
doom
and gloom, Count Monte
Cristo
drank some Crisco
and
let himself loose
in the Disco



now we
wear
ugly
terrariums on our
heads
to
renounce the evil ways
of religious
practices of the seventeenth
century


oh
wow

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

ghost poems, the third collection...boo!


Here is the last installment about poetry that is not alive!



ghost poetry: Kayla

Kayla in the yard
with
September grass
graying

the angel
in the dream

screams

and

oh

victory to now undo the song of sun
of sun
so
fu sun
of
su
nfos
fu
nsuf
ofns
usn
fs
u
nf
so
fu
sno
fun

sos
fufnsos
sofnsosn
sosnfons
fons
fos
fnsofnsof




ghost poetry: lovers

lovers say hello
in
dreams

walking
on their heads

the ghosts in the lane
amidst

Sunday
sun
sun
sun


nnnnnn
nnn
n
n
n
n
n
n


nnn
n
n















ghost poetry: silent fade 3

she sings and
he sings
and she sings and he
sings and
she sings and
he
sings and
she sings
and
he
sings
and she sings and he sings and she sings and
he sings and
she
sing and he
sings
and
she sings and he
sings
and
she
sings
and
he
sings
an
d sh
e si
ng
s
a
nd
h
e
si
n
g


s




ghost poetry: telephone

the telephone rings
in
the dream
to
wake the king

and he sleeps
on
top of the world

and the sun
says
to the stars that
they
must kindly
sing
too


oooooooo
























ghost poetry: wa

wa

w


a







w












a






w







a


ghost poetry: silent fade 4

the opposite of
dream
of
dream
o
f
d
r
e
a
m

.






.










.












.
ghost poetry: everyone

willem
kisses kayla
kisses
marla

kisses

i

iikkk
sss

Thursday, February 4, 2010

ghosts of ghosts


Hey, here are more eerie sounds of ghosts making poetry in a vacuum.



ghost poetry: Duluth

in Duluth
fire eats
wooden
wheels

we sleep

wake
dream

dream

dream king

gggggggggggggggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhlllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
gggggggggggggggggvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
























ghost poetry: silent fade 1

silent fade 1


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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhh
hhhh
hh
h





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hhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhh
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hh
h




















ghost poetry: thinkers

the thinkers
see
marla in the window

oh
oh


oh

oooooooooooooo

































ghost poetry: star

stars
are distant

distant

dead and long
winded winding

ghosts
go

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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hhhhhhh
ccchhh
cchhc
hch
c













and bang!











ghost poetry: double

over the
dream
we sing

and willem gets a knife

scritch
scratch

stab
shove
slip
slide sink
shiv






























ghost poetry: window

the window
captures

a reflection

and open
sleep
dreamer sun
king

gobble

































ghost poetry: silent fade 2

sssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
sssssssssshhhhhhhh
sssshhhh
sshh
sh


.

.

.




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.

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