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crumbled and rolled

and i wanted to sing jens lekman 10/30/2011

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 1:03 pm

Three hundred plus strong in the street
a wall of humans- evident fractions-
the lopsided proportion righting itself.
Oh, and us, with our terrible timing,
accidentally in the lead,
bullhorns behind blasting our eardrums
the band marching to our left, & bike-cops flanking.

Learning has two stages- watching and imitation.
Deja vu, my manager says. I dreamed you here before
in my plural mind we’re magnified fifty-five times
Octopedal, tentacles straddling the world. Bulbs burst

soul fractions captured in light. Couldn’t chant- later
we examined the footage, fast-forwarded and freeze-framed
There you were, with your wavy hair and clear blue glare
in the center of the foreground with your hawk eyed stare.

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HM03 surf 07/03/2011

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 1:55 am

Added the bags under his eyes
as an afterthought
to flesh out his character.
After all, artists are tormented,
the type prone to eating sweets
and crouching up on the balls of one’s feet

Unable to adjust to the retrofitted font,
one falters at the digital precipice

the Info-Ocean’s interface, the wet woodwork rot,
barnacled and battered
by sea-spray and the smell of the Sound.

 

piercing 04/10/2011

Filed under: gender trouble,readable — paperslightertext @ 7:04 pm

Their throats were grateful gutters,
stoppered by the guttural guh-guh-guh
fostered by the culture of utter contempt.
Quit clicking! This runoff’s senseless typeface
dreams in bold, baby blue, powder blue,
indelible marker of sensitivity pink.

It doesn’t matter how you dress the Barbie.
Her proportions prop up the lackluster verse
Spray paint apathy chic on the goth kid’s hearse
He’s got tunnel vision- staring down an inviting esophagus
Warm, wormy wet, ribbed for his pleasure.

In his eyes, we were cylinders of fluid.
Were I tipped off by such sloppy proofs,
a Like Like who swallowed Link’s shield,
equipped with super suction,
I’d’ve steeled myself for the puncture wound.

 

visions of 2014 04/01/2011

Filed under: readable,silliness — paperslightertext @ 11:24 pm

They were given cigarettes as provisions,
those who hedged their bets along the lake.
Packets of civet cafe, bread and cacao,
apples bursting with icy rain, all blended
in ice with non-fatty whipped topping.

It was around that time McDonalds started selling
sustainable milkshakes in ethical containers of endocrine,
but it was too late. We’d already eaten the salty sugar
from the bottom of the plastic liner, getting dog fur
in our mouths, transmitted by sticky kid-like digits.

 

a different city

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 12:41 am
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TV talks to an empty couch
the welts on my knuckle
weigh somber with solitude.
Pale perfumed pink petals permeate
a picture-day backdrop of slurry grey
its fluorescent possibility illuminating
the lonely screen. It flickers at me,

frightening what within remains
staving off splinters, asleep,
adrift on an under inflated mattress,
extracted from hard old cash.

 

tidbit 03/03/2011

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 5:22 pm

Are computers like brains,
or vice versa? That depends:
are cause and effect contemporaneous?
What’s up with all these dimensions, anyway?
Can you give them a number?
Cease these incessant useless questions!
Can’t you see there’s a war on?

My DVR tells me 72% of my memory
is dedicated to cartoons and NBC sitcoms
It’s Thursday after all, and what more is there to life
than satiating media- those incessant, idling downloads?

 

in retrospect, 02/24/2011

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 4:17 am

sandwiched between brutish winters and a bullish summer
i suffered, pinioned and suffocating, smothered
by my ego’s airbag which deployed on impact

deflated by one humbling pinprick
reluctant to penetrate at best, a welcome change
inventing new words, which amused me. the blissful reagent,
an aching, obvious truth in a sea of sad fat to be trimmed.
we had melted in it, and i could not undo what was already fondue-
but i was lucky- i had you.