whispers

Whispers and cries between sacred mountains
can’t wake up the monsters of the lakes.
The sound of typing at the bottom of the sky
fills the universe with disgust, creeks and rivers
with multitailed tadpoles. All the animals you have
eaten are laughing at your expense on the other
side of the Sun, on this side of thank you.
Thank you, said Orpheus a giant cliff dweller, I don’t
play basketball, don’t
eat fish and mushrooms, I
consider them sacred, I am
just gadding around, watching. I have
too many a choice. Cars honk,
mice are obsessed with blankets, curtains and clouds.
Construction workers try to estimate how
many raindrops per square mile
put down roots, and I can’t wait sewing
away my eyes, boiling them in an empty
bottle, shoving into triangles, nailing
to the pavement and autopsying afterwards.
I can’t wait to close them. My sight
is too precious to lose it.

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16 thoughts on “whispers

      • THE THING ABOUT “UPCOMING”
        CLASSY SPORTS CARS
        NEARLY NUDE BLONDS
        HIGH-TECH RUNNING SHOES
        OBSCURE FAVORS (FLAVORS ?)
        IMPENETRABLE VIRGINS
        SWERVING IN THE NICK OF TIME
        INTENSE NONCONFORMITY
        HARD SHELL HEART
        UNFLAPPABLE BACKDOOR
        FORBIDDEN SEX
        GUTSY SEX
        LONELY ROAD SEX
        MORAL FLEXIBILITY
        A CALLOUS SOUL
        ——–IVAN OF AUMQUE, THAT’S THE THING ABOUT “UPCOMING”
        ——–EXPLICITLY ARTICULATED, THE THING ABOUT “UPCOMING”

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    • HIGH WATER DURING LOW TIDE, IVAN
      ME THINKS ABOUT WHAT YE SAID
      ABOUT ALL THEM ANIMALS LAUGHING
      AT THE EXPENSE OF HUNGRY MOUTHS
      THIS SIDE OF THANK YOU
      EDUCATED PEOPLE SAY THAT
      MIRROR NEURONS ARE IMPORTANT
      THEY HELP US TO IMITATE AND LEARN
      SADLY WE NEVER LEARN

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  1. GOD HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT THE VALUE OF YOUR SIGHT
    WHISPERS AND CRIES BETWEEN SACRED MOUNTAINS
    REENACTMENTS OF DIFFERENT WITNESSES’ VERSIONS
    KNOWLEDGE IS CIRCUMSTANTIAL AND CONSTRUCTED
    WHERE DOES THE FLESH OF THE MONSTERS START ?
    POSTMODERN TRUTH, IVAN
    DEVISING AND REVISING
    NEGOTIATIONS
    THE SOUND OF CAMERAS CLICKING
    PIONEERING VISUAL INVESTIGATION
    THE SOUND OF TYPING
    THE CREATION OF MEANING
    SAFE AND SECURE UNDER THE SKY
    NO FEAR OF THE KARMA STICK
    UPCOMING DEATH IS A WELCOME
    THANK YOU

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    • The flesh of the monsters begins where
      god is wagging his tail listening to
      Klaus Nomi and cameras float down
      the river picturing the undoing of the postmodern holy

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      • ACTORS IN COMPETING NARRATIVES
        FIVE JABS OF THE LETHAL INJECTION
        AND THE POSTMODERN HOLY
        TAKES ON A NEW DRIVESHAFT
        YOU’RE TALKING
        AS IF YOU WERE A PARTNER
        IN CRIME—IN GLORY
        I NEVER SEE YOU
        IN ANY OF THE PRISON FOOTAGE
        IT IS POSSIBLE TO BE NAKED
        BUT NEVER FREE OF THE INTERPRETIVE PROCESS
        NEVER FREE OF WATCHING EYES
        MASCULINITY LIKE CANNED BISCUITS
        “OH MY, WHITE MEAT !”

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    • whenever death is a welcome it means
      that the stygian frogs are laughing at you
      and charon is ready to batter you with his oar
      and remember: sophists flarf poets and postmodernists
      can’t make it in hades but the ultimate truth is
      safe and secure under persephone’s beautiful behind

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        • Nobody sleeps down there
          And each frog sings like yma sumac
          Or at least nina hagen
          They don’t smoke italian cigarettes either
          The romans have their own place
          Cigarettes fasces catullian anal cords
          Even the cord mussolini was hanged on

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          • JOHNNY BOY WAS HANDING OUT HELIUM-FILLED BALLOONS
            HE WAS SMOKING A PIPE
            I WAS SMOKING ITALIAN CIGARETTES
            BEAUTY PAGEANT GIRLS WERE TOSSING ABOUT
            TABLOID CREEPS AND FBI AGENTS LIKE BEACHBALLS
            THE ULTRAEXCLUSIVE ACHERON SHORES
            SPIRITS VISIT WITH FLYING SHOES
            COIFFED MANES THAT BILLOW IN THE WIND
            I’VE SEEN YOUR MEMBERSHIP PAPERS

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            • GOOD HUMORED MEN FLOAT BY LIKE LOGS
              AT ONE TIME THEY HAD COMFORTABLE INCOMES
              NOW JUST DRIFTWOOD WITHOUT WIFE OR HOME
              BYE-BYE LITTLE CHRISTIANS
              NO SHORE TO HOLD YOU
              TOO FEW WORDS
              FOR A SENTENCE

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              • A SOUP CAN THAT ACTS AS JUDGE AND EXECUTIONER
                TO THE ENTIRE ART COMMUNITY
                IF ONLY I COULD PAINT A SOUP CAN
                AND MAKE $37
                RESTORE MY POTENCY
                PAY THE CAR OFF
                SEND MONEY TO WILD ANIMAL RESCUE CORPORATIONS
                REDUCE THE ANXIETY LEVEL OF SOME EXOTIC CAT
                THAT LIVES IN A LAND I CAN’T FIND ON AN ATLAS
                OR PURCHASE A NEW SHELL FOR A TURTLE
                I WOULD BE EVEN MORE FAMOUS
                THAN MY THRIFT STORE WIGS
                OR MY WEIRD MANLINESS
                I WOULD BECOME THE MAN
                WOMEN LONG FOR
                AND OTHER MEN WOULD DREAM TO BE
                THEY WOULD DIG UP DEAD MOVIE STARS
                AND I WOULD STAND BESIDE THEM AT PARTIES
                AND HAVE INSTANT SNAPSHOTS TAKEN
                I WOULD BE A REAL HERO
                *somewhere out there—velvety tones of Nat King Cole

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                  • REGARDLESS OF WHAT HAPPENED ALONG THE WAY
                    JAMES PATTERSON NEVER KNOCKED ON THE DOOR
                    TOO MANY TROUBLES WITH PHYSICAL RESEMBLANCE
                    BABY, DO I SMELL A DIAPER ?
                    SENSUAL INDULGENCE WITH MEDICATION
                    UP ALL NIGHT GETTING READY FOR THE NEW DAY
                    45 FATAL BLOOD CLOTS
                    A FATAL CAR CRASH
                    A FATAL HONEYMOON NIGHT
                    WET INK ON $20 BILLS
                    DRINKING COFFEE IN FORKS WASHINGTON
                    LOVING THE WOMAN BEHIND THE COUNTER
                    TALKING TRASH WITH MOTORCYCLE METH-HEADS
                    NEAH BAY METH—CLEAN AND HARMLESS
                    *simple crucial exchanges—complaints net broken bones

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                    • 2 MORE FATAL BLOOD CLOTS
                      YOUR DICTIONARY MAY SAY SOMETHING ELSE
                      HERE IN FLORIDA—47 FATAL BLOOD CLOTS
                      AM OUT THE DOOR TO MOAB, UTAH
                      TO LEAP OFF A DEAD HORSE CLIFF
                      OBSTACLES AND PITFALLS
                      NOT A SINGLE SOFT SPOT
                      WITHOUT ILLNESS
                      THE THOUGHT
                      WOULD BE INCOMPREHENSIBLE
                      ————————————————
                      ————————————————
                      “OH, THAT’S TYPICAL OF JAMES PATTERSON”
                      CONSISTENT ENOUGH
                      READY-PLUMBED
                      READERS LEFT WITHOUT BREAKFAST
                      THE ONES WHO VOTED HIM UNIQUE
                      *victimhood is a matter of pride rather than shame

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