citizens of the sea

the sea has no citizens,
only the census of fishermen
who try to count rainbows
shimmering along the skins of tunafish
bucking in the nets.
those words, ‘citizens of the sea,’ are nets -
dragging the earth away from us
lottery-ticket promises of kinship
but we are wild!




http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/04/science/04scibks.html

sheep dreams (to be spoken)

its a boy
think i’ll call him roy
batty, the kid’s prissy
doesn’t know his life’ll fly
so quickly
roy’ll cee beams
glitter gleam in the dark
near tannhauser gate,
and shit go real
off the shoulder of orion,
you can only kill
him, you can’t fight him
fair, ain’t no such thing
as a deal that’s square

bird in the rain, time to die

PLAN

DON'T TAKE A SHIT

WITHOUT

MAKING

A / PLAN

great simulation

there's no egypt in america

our pyramids in vegas

must be causing mass hysteria

'cause there's no egypt in america

Darth Vader Orbit

I've decided to start posting poems. Originally I was hoping to make this blog be a focused enterprise, a web 2.0 grinder for sharpening the blade of my intellectual curiosity. Momus, for those that knew his excellent blog Click Opera, was an ideal (my apologies for the lack of pertinent links - this internet game is still fresh to play, and I'm feeling exhausted and lazy). Recently ZunguZungu (alongside perennial Glenn Greenwald) has been added to my list of writers whose style I admire.

Practical considerations played a part too. I didn't post anything for over a year, I think. So the gears finally started clinking and some process in the back of my brain finished measuring that timeless homage "The perfect is the enemy of the good." I write more poems than essays, critical responses or thought-pieces. I am not reading the Nietzche I wished to be. So - I leave y'all with poesy, an anti-conformist screed, an oh-the-state-of-this-world rager in draft form.

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Darth Vader Orbit

You wild hungry dogs

who lust for more

than mediocre meat.

You Titans of offices

and potlucks.

You relentless running runts

wearing the quite right apparel

for our great, grim marathon.

Suns, central masses

for orbiting junk:

you "meme warriors."

Darth Vader spread out

across the multiverse,

each instance nostalgic.

Revisiting your battles

with Luke in Cloud City.

Where will you go

when the sea rises?

Tim 4 Win

(Readymade, cometscomets.blogspot.com ‘ITS THE WORK THAT MATTERS’)

Tim said...

BLAISE DOES THAT CANNON WORK

DOES IT SHOOT U WHERE U WANT

OR DO U SHATTER MOST PAINFULLY

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