neilwaukee: January 2011

they've actually managed to build new gods

painted brown

i'm sure you've all heard the tragic news, from Canada, that i, did not win this years 3day novel writing contest~ and if the truth was known~ i would confess to have taken only two and a half days to write a genre bending surf-s-f novel~

so~ in honor of failed novels, i shall be excerpting passages from some passed failed novels~ cover your ears and cut out your eyes~

cars kill over 30,000 people a year, just in the USA~ we should outlaw them~ or start a war against them~ somebody already has~ good for you giant fist

dumpster bookends

of all the things i see out upon the streets~ this is what i wanted to drag home~

not my van or my rock thrown thru glass

found a million artists ~ better than me

i replace you with a robot army. you are all plastic dolls.

and he remembers the future.

i wonder how my government would react if a million of my friends took to the streets demanding~ that the leadership step down~ that we wanted third party choices, we wanted~ libertarians, socialists, Communist, Greens and anarchists to run the country~ do you think our police would disappear ? do you think our military would protect order rather than attack the kids ?

she is on her bed eating butterfly sandwiches

what are we little American robots, next we'll all get tattooed and want to grow up and be rock stars and vote and shit on toilet seats, and own things and wear things and do things and be something, look at you and me, we're sitting down, we're talking, next we'll sleep in beds with sheets and blankets and softness, i suck, how dare you let me feel emotion, we're all collaborators, and stooges

next i'll tell you that i'm a vegan Buddhist revolutionary, that i like football and shopping

your cute, like cartoons~

she tells time by headlights

the desire to own things~ of which you can't have/ don't need

A} capitalism/ lust

this human world is my zoo~ my natural history museum

i have known people who have truly glowed in the dark

slap stupid sunglasses on plastic and sell

we all walk around with the ideas of ourselves lost in our pockets

whole societies can be judged insane

the spit collector

we should hold hands and ignore each other. we should carve letters on our foreheads, and swing from ropes, from our necks, in rain storms when we are always nine years old, exuberant, grab a knife, grab a stick pick up a rock smash all the bottles, break out the windows, automobiles, cut down the trees, fly invisible flags, destroy art, pray to insects, swim in puddles full of blood and poverty, eat nothing /shit out clean clear poems of wonder, intoxicate innocent worth stares fall down stairs jump push backwards fall honestly without promise of reward /the world ends tomorrow, the world is upside down and backwards

you are a surprise. tomorrow wears a dress

for JT Steiny~@mailto:Steiny~@http://drawinganddriving.blogspot.com/

A} to match our couches

i turn over all the cushions~ looking for you and change

within all the shades of sand, dust and shadow~ ladders to roof tops like faith in anything

he's writing a will /a suicide note /reports for work, letters to imaginary friends, name tags for strangers, ingredient labels, words to describe things he's never seen, explain the emotions he has never felt, notes of excuse for failing, love letters to trees like blasphemy