boho coco
infinite irreverence
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
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhh
hhhh
hh
h
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhh
hhhh
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
ccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
cccccccccccc
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
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
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
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