wake up, rod

: two truths | and a lie : I am a liar : bracketed in the unwieldy, the unyielding, a liar |for love for a|rt, : hungry : desperate : but apart. + A little thing. It was more but it's better less.

Escape Velocity what word not undone to noise)( the sound of steam pushing through a pinhole what fringe)(not frayed to flare the canopy of nerves rain on down)(rain on temptation take the next )(blankness to bay light the chords of flesh and flesh)(the fire the pot boiled too long to belong)(anywhere momma the sound of steam pushing through a pinhole momma I'm too old)(to come home the sound of steam pushing through a pinhole

I want to write a preface, and there should probably be some official footnotes, or something, but the cafe's running out of internet and I've gotta get this beast up.  Also.  This isn't the poem I was originally going to post, but that one is at home on the back of a Tiger Balm box.  So just paint me pretty & call me Frank O'Hara. PS- The spacing's all messed up.  Sorry. PPS- This beast makes no sense.  Enjoy regardless. To the Over-Fashionable Girls Taking Over-Fashionable Photos at the Bay or Notes on Why I Refuse to Write a San Francisco Poem   What memories I have of you, tonight, &you sitting at promising points wishing realities out of vacations out of the void that slinks between a zero in checking &not.   Simplicity doesn’t want to be gained: no distillation that my lingus could sidle into. But there are brain mush molochs to consider& their mollusking ways, I’ve been nerding to see.   And then a Pelican! A real...

For Him (Finally) ) and the rest of his life spent running from /- containing principles, kissing /- boys in the Autumn, oblivious to the sound of male smashing /- ceasing /- turning /- staring /- mouthing /- the boosters running for the bleachers. ) fucking pick up the phone, Papas, fucking pick up the phone, Papas, fucking pick up the /- [Mom] and [Dad], in the abstract, prostrated /- before the invisible altar, raising a revenant, ) but he gets out, keeps the )secret) on the inside of his lips, just beneath a ridge of wet cheek. Wrapped around /- his fingers, snaking, scratching up his arms, left in hair matted down from hands. )pick it up man, come on pick up the fu /- The king worships the followers, the skin of a palm pushed into side flesh, the gold gilds the cross, the young hairs on end. ) the inviolate object of the ball, the smell of pig leather and burnt bread curlicueing between parting lips /- parting between the /- parting behind) Send away, elders, for salvation. Call f...

Hey kids, Big Scary can't post up - no innanet, busy trying to make her way solo through the streets of San Francisco. So, for the forseeable future, AD's got a hall-pass. Which is going to change up our Rod-System. We're going to be making shit on deadlines, now. And deadlines are deadlines. The current rotation is JP, K, AD, B. This assignment is due on Friday. On Friday, even if K doesn't have the assignment done, she's gotta post up a new assignment by then, in addition to getting out the last assignment. I'm posting two assignments: one for the group, one for Bendi. Group Assignment: [-:] (inspired by ]Open Interval[ by Lyrae VCS, as she's known on facebook) Write a poem that makes heavy use of punctuation. preferably the punctuation designed would be a new style or form of punctuation, or at least a new interpretation (i.e. the use of "-:" in Lyrae's book). If the punctuation is somehow creative or mimetic or kinetic but not a punctuatio...