Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Malleable Objects: A Dialogue Hidden Between Throats
Grethel: Forgeries encapsulate the Braille? Open mouths?
Kalsel: Maybe... epiglottides and caustic trigonometries
...........slump forward...
Grethel: ...Yes, and radiometric. I've measured these fluid-drenched
..............ducts, these semaphore reds time and then....no, we make
..................................jest as estimated vomitus. So, in conclusion...
Kalsel: Extrude ulcer from mouth and chancre sudden
.............thrash of milky waves...to beach in one's ether. To...
Grethel: Sculpt capricious vowels ...yes, how hasty is one's
......
............................................andimmoral suasion!
Kalsel: The act of canary expressions. Bestial at best. No, you...
..................and then it swallows moan with mirth as victual
..................................to not be a visage just; be a vivid embrace--
Grethel: You speak defiantly, but you know it is I who taught
.............capitulation to man. It is, then goes...a much more sinister
.............grin.
Kalsel: But whose keel and veracity it fucks twice-over;
.......................................a pleadable this...
...........................warts disappear with the right pressure.
Grethel: So do moans. And names scratched into paper. And
....................................the diagrams of our palms...
...............................................forgive the mattress
........................................it swallows motion
Kalsel: Your forgiven ellipses and synthetic glossae...
.............................my tongues find their way into your body
.................................again and again...
Grethel: But then, and here's the truth:
Kalsel: Not so. Once, a beautiful carpenter refused
................the wooden slats of your spine...along
............................with all shrinking
.......................violets [Song of Solomon 6:42] before
......................... the40 day storm
Grethel: Nonsense! I've come to...urge speech and...
............you know nothing...and pigeons are...and you...
..................an ill-bred sapling...
..........................................my icy divide: the curl
......................................of a second well-hidden labia
Kalsel: Maybe... epiglottides and caustic trigonometries
...........slump forward...
Grethel: ...Yes, and radiometric. I've measured these fluid-drenched
..............ducts, these semaphore reds time and then....no, we make
..................................jest as estimated vomitus. So, in conclusion...
Kalsel: Extrude ulcer from mouth and chancre sudden
.............thrash of milky waves...to beach in one's ether. To...
Grethel: Sculpt capricious vowels ...yes, how hasty is one's
......
............................................and
Kalsel: The act of canary expressions. Bestial at best. No, you...
..................and then it swallows moan with mirth as victual
..................................to not be a visage just; be a vivid embrace--
Grethel: You speak defiantly, but you know it is I who taught
.............capitulation to man. It is, then goes...a much more sinister
.............grin.
Kalsel: But whose keel and veracity it fucks twice-over;
.......................................a pleadable this...
...........................warts disappear with the right pressure.
Grethel: So do moans. And names scratched into paper. And
....................................the diagrams of our palms...
...............................................forgive the mattress
........................................it swallows motion
Kalsel: Your forgiven ellipses and synthetic glossae...
.............................my tongues find their way into your body
.................................again and again...
Grethel: But then, and here's the truth:
Kalsel: Not so. Once, a beautiful carpenter refused
................the wooden slats of your spine...along
............................with all shrinking
.......................violets [Song of Solomon 6:42] before
......................... the
Grethel: Nonsense! I've come to...urge speech and...
............you know nothing...and pigeons are...and you...
..................an ill-bred sapling...
..........................................my icy divide: the curl
......................................of a second well-hidden labia
Monday, September 24, 2007
Dr. Death Doll Set LE
Metropolvorkian Doll LE
Metropolvorkian Doll comes with:
-one pink leopard print dress
--fashionable white genuine leather handbag
--two pairs of high heel pumps,
--one black roller suitcase
--miniaturized copy of the New York Times
Additional Items:
--Dr. Death's signature gray cardigan
--blue-black slacks
--brown loafers
Dr. Kevorkian's Set of Gift Certificates (in set of 10)
Also includes actual-size "Death Machine" with working
parts!!!
$10,000.79
$10,000.79
Items Sold Separately:
Hybrid Syringe Bottles
$10.50 (per dozen)
Syringe Sampler System
$1,000.75
Labels:
Dr. Kevorkian,
Limited Edition,
Parody,
Sale-Po promo
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Burroughs' Comfort Select
Monday, September 17, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Modified Cornmeal: A 1969 Dialogue
Pasha: How was the trip? What about your kidney?
Carmen: From Idaho...I gave up my spleens.
Pasha: Worms are more or less ubiquitous in trails
.......of things, aren't they?
.................Like mayo, excess lust...
Carmen: Hugging an open sore? I find the trailing of
................your intestines very interesting...
..............................like a red/blue sky...
Pasha: I am grateful you [jerkily] replied.
..........Want my kidney?
Carmen: Maybe when you eat it you become bigger.
........When you drink it you become small,
.................and your shit is sought-after
................by idiots.
Pasha: How true. It does taste like golden sausage
.......................and blood pudding...
Carmen: [to Pasha] the guy who ate all your dogs doesn't
................eat dogs.
Pasha:[coy head-turn]I shouldn't have eaten the bread on sale.
Carmen: With further examination, I conclude there are no
..........birds on my lawn. The lady in the chair is
...........................weeping sheep
................go then with the telephone--
Pasha: Yes. There are fashionable, glassy vaginas
.......on sale that use sucked-up, egg-splattered mites
.........................along your lines //
Carmen: How so? My straddling slits birth sudden bassinette
..................processes.
............Alternate breathless patterns complete
............the littlest coax.
Carmen: From Idaho...I gave up my spleens.
Pasha: Worms are more or less ubiquitous in trails
.......of things, aren't they?
.................Like mayo, excess lust...
Carmen: Hugging an open sore? I find the trailing of
................your intestines very interesting...
..............................like a red/blue sky...
Pasha: I am grateful you [jerkily] replied.
..........Want my kidney?
Carmen: Maybe when you eat it you become bigger.
........When you drink it you become small,
.................and your shit is sought-after
................by idiots.
Pasha: How true. It does taste like golden sausage
.......................and blood pudding...
Carmen: [to Pasha] the guy who ate all your dogs doesn't
................eat dogs.
Pasha:[coy head-turn]I shouldn't have eaten the bread on sale.
Carmen: With further examination, I conclude there are no
..........birds on my lawn. The lady in the chair is
...........................weeping sheep
................go then with the telephone--
Pasha: Yes. There are fashionable, glassy vaginas
.......on sale that use sucked-up, egg-splattered mites
.........................along your lines //
Carmen: How so? My straddling slits birth sudden bassinette
..................processes.
............Alternate breathless patterns complete
............the littlest coax.
Pasha: Tiny, too. Skin islands on face...
Carmen: No, not exactly. Neonatal heimlich maneuver...
.............and the spilling of bibs surely lacks
...................... abnormal peacocks.
Labels:
collaboration,
comedy,
dialogue,
poetry
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
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ghostwritten as matchless talc--a shrunken vestment of skin--jousting hammocks--fodder then veracitywept-- [plead this]-- plumes--specter has erected--what replanted fumbles--(gentle mastery in flesh--vein--what safety--in sandwich commercials--teflon--Brita--dainty desserts--to ear--removed safety glasses--nail clippers--fingers gone--[boneless chicken]--ten easy steps--flanks--ham strings ocarina--the listened testicle--prayer for the tamandua--gumboil shopgirl likes quiche--long walks--breathy sea urchins--sashay like talipes--planting--fumbling algorithms--debit card debris--flee into the Acid Pop [s]Mother--kittens fuck the up--topsoil on counter--then baaing--sugar-coated with some chocolate man--maybe then some downloadable porn--never use the sweaty--dutifully naked--cold--the code--loathe toast-slabber--detector of green Jolly Ranchers
Monday, September 10, 2007
Almost Nudists: A 1968 Dialogue
Angie: tonguing the zeitgeist "spirited", quickly
Delphine: fetal alcohol syndrome? Egg/cell distress?
Angie: only flickering feels moons and move their...
........... unseen and hot
Angie:Pleurodynia... to mourn the Brillo
Delphine: ...mock arm press-ons
Angie: Ah! A comic that makes um...divine [insert goddess]
Delphine: Exactly...this era defines mockery--the rug comes
..................out from under my feet...shelf my toes
Angie: Give me an order, expedited safety
Delphine: necrobiosis liposuction deflowerer
Angie: Disgorge ember dialogues! Dissimilation which owes
........... much to the condition of habituation
Delphine: There's a lack of dew arousing once told demise...
..................all seems patriarchal, female
Giacomo: Gilled?
Delphine: No, sealskin sculpted into noontide
Giacomo: a Vietnamese handbag...
Angie: fortunately his mouth is tapered coral
Delphine: [Giacomo] lacks credentials...Angie,
..........how run sound wind, how thistles of him
..........I touched, I think...veins then lewdness
Giacomo: clasp and claw back, hit-up puke being
Delphine: frayed elbow patches, slow staggering
..........how ideal is quaintness--syllogism
..........in its most unethical removal of tongues
Delphine: fetal alcohol syndrome? Egg/cell distress?
Angie: only flickering feels moons and move their...
........... unseen and hot
Angie:
Delphine: ...mock arm press-ons
Angie: Ah! A comic that makes um...divine [insert goddess]
Delphine: Exactly...this era defines mockery--the rug comes
..................out from under my feet...shelf my toes
Angie: Give me an order, expedited safety
Delphine: necrobiosis liposuction deflowerer
Angie: Disgorge ember dialogues! Dissimilation which owes
........... much to the condition of habituation
Delphine: There's a lack of dew arousing once told demise...
..................all seems patriarchal, female
Giacomo: Gilled?
Delphine: No, sealskin sculpted into noontide
Giacomo: a Vietnamese handbag...
Angie: fortunately his mouth is tapered coral
Delphine: [Giacomo] lacks credentials...Angie,
..........how run sound wind, how thistles of him
..........I touched, I think...veins then lewdness
Giacomo: clasp and claw back, hit-up puke being
Delphine: frayed elbow patches, slow staggering
..........how ideal is quaintness--syllogism
..........in its most unethical removal of tongues
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