my life behind the ghost of watermelon sugar

Head In Jury (Orgy '06) - because we like to have some fun.

Body,again

-Saehee Cho May 2008

-Valerie Hammond, Black Hand

six (non-essential) facts about fire [a work in progress]

rust is nothing more than a slow fire, but Slow rust is more than even slow Fire
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa(since we are all on a little bit of fire)

I once reversed photosynthesis and saw my,
aaaaaaaaaaaaaself lives in leather shadows

salamanders can make legally binding oathsaaaaaa to the phoenix only his word

vocabulary killed her, but it was Dresden bombed by the heads of dead saints


-geoff.

sonnet of transference

liquor is not the humanaa being the intelligence
which wine is not aaliquor is not the human aadeterioration
and no possibility of believing it aafor my grandfather
the music is complete aaItalian lyric poetry
which is roaring in a piano note which floated aaonly
the present is silent but sprinkles words
in order to silenceaa night when the spirit
he collapses to sleep aacharacter gets offaa falls down
you slept physicalaa mentally always past that word
escaping he returns to the worldaa the potato of the apple
and Idahoaa world-wide he is the market aaunlimited
warehouse of agricultural products aathat dream
of loading trucks exists aahis sound has not existed
except when sleep paces back & forth in his brain

ac
^

Instant Peaks: w/ drawing

-trudgeon

first stage is cool disaster

Tell me why towards dawn
walks body near body
familiar as he himself freezes.

But I follow lives
here in this town.

Daisy all new histories
they know to lukewarm
to daisies.

Outside idiots wanted me
at worm loam landscapes
to soil the inspirations of change
the night yardstick
my absent nail inclination.

Of anuses of those garb
walk vicinities trips of street cars
the in rod I have here
as one arrives in me
everything be closed
could is not
not a modern place of assembly.

One night of ghosts inclined in rails banister
the brief days that you forgot doubled in your own design
going out going out seeing a landscape architecture we want.

When we are not visible and accept
book of litigant soul
old-fashioned car information
all there is old-fashioned
source of gates
source of the bowl of whitebaits
which will go out
and to all of you
land us in the obligation light.

The wandering volition shape
the narcotic drug which becomes commercial business
inside my wrist
the possibility of being shut
in the hazard silence
has the method which is and the branch is
misconstrue.

Future
where I fall asleep directly
undresses the light write
of the silver that abnormal play
is in us as in definition
where it is verified to us.

Is the night illegal shakes?
Outlines are very quick in other throats.
I fry pelican marrow
rising and falling
and is not everything ham bread?

Generation of station
can be very reliable
the world makes echo arrive
which it tears
spiral shellfish linear.

As for kiss this:
Being tormented with defeat of language
of history to my medulla
that takes this clothing:
Directly in the body of plumb time
when syllable looks upward and already
chrysanthemum
the beard or
the chrysanthemum.

=ac

sonnet & picture

Finally the lived has been put in order.
The sleeve is not a line before it is pressed.
The civil is right next to the surgical department.
Infrastructure congregates with aggregate knowledge.
My girlfriend and I conceived the hybrid orange.
She made the chic body a nominalism.
We received good tidings in certain situations.
I am not particularly good at meeting expectations.
But plants drum me into certain positions.
If matter is unhappy it is evil.
But I need a guide to taste the universe.
I call self-deprecation feeling lukewarm.
An influx of visitors is always spatial, always negative.
There is no cause for concern.

-ac
pic by chris millar

Big Milk: Inspiration

here,

               direct,

Trudgeon

poem, source, painting on pixure frame backing; red cover

Poem and Portrait of Gil Gentile

hating kid in high school!

-Trudge-on

some stuff i've been working on

-Trudgeon

Here

saehee & ac & tina & thomas: the complete correspondence. (hah)

(how fun)

http://sharyboyle.com/

Poem) 

some chick being fed her

friend's dead husband

gets lots of laughs. 

(5-2-08)

here,

    direct, 

Trudgeon