Mindgroves of the blurble-tree.
Mind the ilnks at right for ghosts of poetry.
This is a page of old mindblurbs, and no longer gets updated.
if I died, I’d want a bunch of women mourning, including you.
puttering and sputtering, muttering and stuttering
gestures are spoiled words
smothered in days, time an asphyxiated syringe
smothered in smooth smatterings of apple schmutz
a slow and swirling sacrafice of satisfaction
all sevened out in seven spoonfuls of seven, heaven in a number, heavenumbered
groped and groppling, galloping gall of him
hands off the handlebars, bar none, bar nobody, bar nothing
heard no good, saw no good, ain’t said nothin’.
evil mucks about flustered and fabricated, fast and fastidious
nearing an unnerving end
out of reach and retch, realistic finger-slaves
soldering the saints to the sinners
stuffing in the turkeybelly, my feathers ruffled
all waiting is in vein, all veins in waiting
birthdays are cute in the same way umbilical cords are cute
binding contracts of corny clowns whose cream is not of the crop
twins and cities, like sisters or finger-locking friends, fists in fits of fancy
hollow point, puckering and absurd.
offering nothing is something, although less than an offer
some waits are worth the thing, without wonderment, we are worthless
spleen-sized bucks spent on cashmere casualty caskets
a little sprinkle of stuffing like asparagus sausages, supper sunshine
intervals and int vals,
pissing on photons
saline salivation, salt in your tonguewounds
a wind in the side of wilted flowers, silos and seismographs
often whittled while a white sweat whispers cat’s wiskers
someone is trying to speak to you, and failing
waiting for the other shoe to live in, like the old woman
old woman envy
all about the long faces, stretched to infinity and plastered on playbills
so long and thanks for all teh kitch
a twitch and bitch party
the unquiet dread, a mingling of before-shock and after-shock
always on like ‘on time’ or ‘on board’, not ‘on the couch’ or ‘on my death bed’
a rat’s nest ran next to rattled nettles randomly settled
fire is full of light and heat
entwined and ensnared, legs like roots and limbs like tangled vines
break the news early and often, after all, it’s only words
not knowing what you’re going to say, you say it anyway
moon and mars on the same plannet, moons like numbered pneumatic pumps
important thoughts left to import by ants, thou ghetto stick
phones are obsolete, so simple, so easy, so limited in scope
computers are the new phones. Imagine when they too are obsolete.
catch thumb-sucking spills and animal acts in diapers
We are animals at heart, hearty stew at belly.
swallowing a fish’s tale, the billowing light of night’s simple ferocity
sleepwalking down the street, signpost side the head
oh sevens, seventh seven of a seven-seven
no seven and all seven makes seven a sevenseven.
party like you just don’t care… about parties. or people, I guess.
versions of visions unveiling lives lived in lies
licencse to lie
nothing like nothing to notice when nature is naturally nascent
simpletwist shoutspin stuncast copperflask fistfelt mistmask
all smoothed over and smothered in clover
a friendly handfull of handfelt hindrances
how hacky and hokey and whathaveyou
cleaver struck, clinical conundrum
gotcha gothic, gestalt gestapo stopgap gigantic gigalo tactic
off with their meds!
off the hooker.
off ten split, off ten broken.
seven is the number of interest
seven hives for seven slobbers
seven is the number of times and seven is the number of places
assured of victory, the vicory’s velvet vallet villified himself
here or not here, slack or slick
hope above hindering, hamstrings and handgrenades
squiggles are for suckers, slow leak in the cosmic tap
routed to residential, requests and regrets, reciprocal reach-arounds
so much excitement that even atoms are excited, excitable, excrement
all stupid and slithery
asymetries of asparagus fields, symptoms of symbology gone horribly wrong
propulsion and propagaion, infantism and altrusim
gay porn mustache, beer belly button bouncer
limping and gliding, boundaries floated
all consumption made of observations and edibles
a slope of slithery leathery winding downhill sliding
messy mystery, mister master muster a musket
soul patch suckatash, sucker-stash, sicker stitch
good looking smooches from soft looking pooches
overlooking the obvious overtures, observing from above
goosing the geese on gosling street
a squiggley line and so many knots on a rope
tra lala la yeah… goo goo… auto motto pee… yeah
lambs and fawns, limbs and films
swimming or surfing, or wet anyway, waterlogged and working up a sweat
the funeral of time, graveyard of hourglasses, tombstone hour
too little for not enough… fornotoolittle, enough.
today is a spiraling funnel of time
types and typing, twittertyped and type-pated
isomorph, property prolong, pleasure in impractical persuits
mangroves and mangos, milton’s lost lamb loves
babel and blather born of blithe smiles skies bleary and blue
bottle cap frustrated, gumball gooey, goober terrific
darting mouthes, slippery insides
smothered in spandex, gym gypsy gyrations
standing in a pool of standing water standing still
jump or jill, jacknife jahosephat
all waste and no want, no worry
squeezed out of the inside of a wet tube, squeeling and squiggling
all swapped out and ready to blow
squeezing like sadness into a toothpaste tube, the earth is a series of tubes
structured dementor attributes, hash property entity item
the volume knob shimmering its way past 11, earwigs in your hairpiece
an absent minded stopper—glucose jew
a sasparilla sunshine summer
all dolled up like droll drawlers
riding a white horse with a white tail
piercing the dawn
hip riding gymnastics spandex, swim suit tight
a sweaty sweater hack cackle cracker wrap
heady headland yellow vineland
test expression—heavy heaven
an afront, a runt, as ask a drunk
impractical words writ wrapped on tinfoil and paper plates
ice skates and yesterday’s snow flakes
innertube flat like hampster shat or erstwhile fat
giddy and dark, an opressive outside
sinken spit, mouth like a swizzle stick
lips glisten like wings ready to fly
feist faust, flick the wrist fantastic
spandex spider show, windex woman
what a waste of slime
idiot socks / idiot cocks
Act one, in which I
proclaim under no uncertain terms will I
live in a suburb. And in which
you cry a bit, citing how hard it is
to make decisions about the rest of our lives.
Act two, in which I
admit I don’t mean all suburbs, only the ones with
sidewalkless yard-to-yard golf course lawns that are
five miles from any stores.
Act three, in which we
talk until midnight about how wonderful it is
to make decisions together about the rest of our lives.
explicative percolating, glock on heaven’s door
feisty felicity, felt felines feel up ferrits in far away flings of fantasy
spank hard hitting sexual plastic, finger slither
all party evening, good time gang glances, glowing previews
rid of riddles, gassing the world’s questions with research
science rids us of uncertainty’s vermin! mirracle at 11!
some brainpan deadly
hollow vehicles for ink
a little engine-ling, it could, it clouds, it climbs
steep rails, ringing metal squeels
a sheepish squeemish squeek of a scream
suffocated from his lips like a limp handshake
adding addled thought, admitting mittigating
all the king’s horses lame and need to be put down
all the king’s men are cracked eggs
all the king’s humpty again
birthdays and buildings, backward badmouthing
wake for the deceased disease, cry for viral tears
lamp kneck swivel hip-metal, replacement glass
fallover failure, fink ridden finder
chewing brain cud
a slow learninghead
triumph trumps titanium trumps twister
grudges are glaring and glazed donut
executor of exaulted exima, excess excell extatic
flu punch pitched, piss in the sink sick
bills like backhand slaps, moneymongers monstering in their magic caves
a wreck is walking wounded, a slash of evil sliced
officient olfactory overload
eyes that bore like rotating drills, googley cartoony mezmerized eyes,
ventriloquist dummy eyes, hypnotized eyes, eyes that appear to diminish in size
wood burns like robots digging holes, grease fire eyees explode
seventh year of seven seas, seven cuts in the seventh cheese
seventeen seems swimming.
A shattered window still lets light through
...then again, so does no window at all.
liars live on a moon
wringing hands hanging finger-hinges, nail fringes
creepy stick touches, velvet touchpad puddings, plush pushings
a symbol is a lot like a word is a lot like a phrase is a lot like a glance is a lot like a picture is a lot like banging your head against a wall into the night
At the bottom is an unanswerable question.
This moment is no different from any other, yet it is unique by virtue of the very fact that it is a moment and time has changed it.
downward spine, wringing bells from iron
On walking sticks stuck stupid: strategies strangle insight.