Monday, March 15, 2010

Shut up!

Oh shut up!

I'm sick of being told what to do

from a distance

sleeping like a fetus

breathing by remote control

you made me!

how long does this funeral last?

can you explain my legal rights

again?

I didn't know there were options

beyond our own alphabet

I was brainwashed

in a museum

for being subversive

a sub~subjective

outside the collective

(that monumental monkey's penis

on a pedestal)

will I become normal now?

and want freedom

from freedom?

from mutation to mutation

I was there during the deconstruction

working with extraterrestial energy

I never mixed with their climax

I was always invisible

a toad whose eyes can spit blood

it was a decoded appointment

with departure that damaged my head

I cried once

I'm blind now

I consider it

tutelage

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Before I became a Robot

I wore a red satin copyright

before I became a robot

I was a tulip

a parrot

before the mast

teetering over parts 1 & 2

loving only the prelude of an erotic

hunting expedition

look at me

judge

the day is homeward to the drunken

fetish

rum and frost

this is the who

you are looking for

the what misunderstood

which is the best side of a subliminal

portrait juggled by time

on the boundary line

between confluences

okay

salad king

it is time for the bison herds' damage

report

a piano with oblique angles

before I became a robot with a banner

purple was so soft

(for Geo(r)(g)(e)