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Tag Archives: surrealism
Onrefni Setnad Taeper*
I am an arctic gypsy come hither to enjoy the warm, crackling fires of Hell. I have ferried across the Mississippi with a hooded man; he had a record deal and told me he once had played the drums, mentioning … Continue reading
Listening to Acid While Dropping Bob Dylan
The clocks were running, so no one could catch them I saw tennis games canceled because of no love There were clowns on the corner who couldn’t stop laughing And birds who were dying because of their singing The lights … Continue reading
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Tagged Bob Dylan, psychedelia, stream of consciousness, surrealism
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The Ride Home
Scattered like jewels tossed out across a black crushed velvet plush electric fueled stars winking against an endless backdrop of night their pulsing engines cycling with an urgent rasp their transmissions settled into high ratio sedation controls set to automatic … Continue reading
undertown
in the undertown around the middle earthen jars the senseless struggle: i shall be released from this before the current pulls me undertown, around the rooting rockets way before the dawn of timing, when our cultured throats scream out so … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged covertness, escape, imagists, Memphis, secrets, struggle, subconscious, surrealism, underbelly
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And Now a Word from Our Sponsors
Speaking hypothetically [which might mean communicating virtually by forcing directed bursts of recently inhaled oxygen-nitrogen-miscellaneous ethereal non-visible compounds to rise from within the air sac viscera through the windpipe and past a discerning set of vocal chords (say, a G-major-minor-7 … Continue reading
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Tagged cut-up novels, stream of consciousness, surrealism
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Beat Cops (the Pilot)
Introduction to a Poem Requested by a Dear Friend. Please note: dear friend is somewhat of an ambiguous phrase, which should not be misconstrued to mean that I have anything against any deer, elk, moose, springbok, or other non-horse, leaping, … Continue reading
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Tagged cut-up novels, humor, stream of consciousness, surrealism, William S Burroughs
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Pleasure City
Canto I: Next stop, the driver said, smiling through cracked wicked lips, Pleasure City – we huddled, prenatal, wondering – even in the suburbs the legends grew, spread by the Party Planners, the malcontent underbelly of the American Experience, bastard … Continue reading
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Tagged deserts, desperation, gambling, impressions, Las Vegas, loss, surrealism, tourism, vacations
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