Sunday, August 06, 2006


looks like this er, guy
is coming back soon ( from work )
---to play with his kids.

Monday, July 17, 2006

On becoming.. 'The Poem'

I am writing about THIS MOMENT now. When we read this writing of THIS MOMENT then THIS MOMENT will have passed.

But.. a silent cage, built of drawings of sound, will store THIS MOMENT for Ever (as a part of itself).

This silent cage is a vehicle. A portal. A dioramic world..

A transduction valve. A telesmic image. A checkpoint..

'Tis liken to a well. A crystal ball. A dream..

We forget where we are and fall asleep (or rather, forget to remember who we are) – but.. not completely.

Adjective mOrPhS into Injunction - as we.. shapeshift.
Thus art thine became, 'The Poem'.

A living spell (a naunce of.. The Word).

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

'twas green . .

all of a SUDDEN
everything just went green
it was bloomin' weird!

Monday, March 20, 2006

Up.. & North

Dubhe, Alioth,
Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Mi-
zar/Alcor, Alkaid

-- sampled without pen's permission :)

Monday, February 13, 2006

machine code blues . .

ghosts of rare snowgirls
sit in groups on einstein beach -
waiting for Nothing.

Friday, January 27, 2006

shades . .

little_owl - 3:00 PM ET January 25, 2006 (#6605 of 6608)

" shadows are live!
busy fabricating voids -
which mimic Gods shapes

2d? births 3d -
like a point drags into line
and line smears our birth!

art noir? (them shutters!)
chiaroscuro moments,
silhouette phantoms..

also, we chatter
amongst ourselves & with things -
like human weirdos.."

we talked for hours
about why life is so cool
my shadow and me

when i did wake up
it was a late afternoon
somewhere in Gods thoughts

when shadows set up house their babies are kept in 'shadow-pouches' until they are old enough to go to good (hopefully) homes.. [...] :) summer holidays! --->

Saturday, December 31, 2005

RAPPIN' THE UNKNOWN© - 2: oink or oik? (.aka: ballad of a semi-skimmed female mortal.)

she stroke dem thighs yeah
flash telepathically
know what i mean chirp

temperatures risin
her face is unravellin
icicle teeth shine

green cats eyes swivel
language breaks down to vowels

flying saucers right?

so (for earth peoples)
come party babe - bad bad babe!
bling him to dat pulp
oy (bullet on stilts) ! you over there in that skimpy grass skirt (and no top) - light some more incense and pass THE freekin drugs and open another bottle of jack daniels (or southern comfort)! come on!!