Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

carrier signal

/c!ick

as
this  logos
only goes one way
thru the diode of the brain

the mechanics of an unbending mind -- to become

time fouled shoals of thought
pockmarked excreta to be
picked apart
at sea

beside
a warm bum
on a black obelisk

the coursing round of seaweed and dry planks - undone

back on the beach
oill's well in
N.S.W.

it
init.
like a plane
or an antenna on a

pilot in the cockpit looks at his watch - 11 o'clock

plane locked into a
deep descent
down
to

init
as a stylus
plucks a vinyl
groove wave reanimate

the song which must be heard once more

a long dead sigh
at the end
biting
dust

hat
t-woo
a watermark
left on the high

tar stained planks and curlicue shells grasping - only

tide stretched planks
water board a
walk of
evil

hit
it so
he makes
a noise like that

the low swivel squeal of a narwhal - again

sidling through oceans'
salt heavy
waves
art


the
gusty sea
the gutsy sea
overcurling & uncoiling

girt by purple hued foam fingers - flotsam

articulate and inarticulate
taxa are by definition
orders

so
also the
rubber mould
of a comforting glove

the inside and outside are the same - pain

becomes pleasure but
it is defined
the same

the sun
also..

/c!lick


CONTACT WAS LOST WITH THE PILOT FOLLOWING AN ELECTRICAL MALFUNCTION IN THE ONBOARD COMMUNICATIONS...THREE HOLES WERE FOUND DRILLED IN THE FUSELAGE...SUGGESTS THE PLANE CRASHED INTO THE SEA NEAR BYRON BAY AT APPROXIMATELY 11.20AM... A SMALL OIL SLICK WAS OBSERVED IN THE REGION... IT IS BELIEVED THE PILOT WAS LOW ON OXYGEN... B.P.125/96 H.R 160.. ANALYSIS OF THE BLACK BOX RECORDING INDICATES THE DECEASED WAS SINGING AT TIME OF DEATH...



Tuesday, November 12, 2013

lophophore

Overwhelmingly numb sensation kuje soeekwakjubg tjroug wire frame, needles
Sparks falling out of broken ceilings
Abrupt displacia
Lost sense of poetry
Gluemoan home
Strange itches
loudness
inarticulata
argon gorgon
lophophore
a little
bivalve
in myonia

the idea
encapsulated
in a mussel shell
is the ideal Form:
'i am safe inside' with the whole  macabre of  emotion
            realised in evolution

i wonder wherelse it surfaces
maybe in some rimpool at
the end of the surf shop -- roman scutum -- la almeja pequena -- or a pippa somewhere..