Come again?

Local minima, observed, googled, poked:

The hot spots and the cold spots and the landscapes between them.

The axis that most e/affects them?

the fonz

October 18, 2006 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Random old poem that's been sitting in my drafts forever finally finds its time to live
























bitch be quiet


and let the undisciplined walk the earth as defeated

may the lord pump his mercy in hopefully infinite delicious direction:

as they, the unlightened
trod upon others
so shall you so trod upon them


and your children for generations
will be Chinese living fireworks
tripping on returning to their deadman posts

as the future pays attention


brittle fractals bits of sunlight pierce sticky lids

your face is too warm

May 4, 2006 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

The devil's in the details

I watched you facetilt, speedfilmtime
moveme 'rupting disneyblossom

lovetrance deathflirt firecrackerdreambeauty

Caught snakedance growingyou ci'cadian
Riskward lifeboogie crotchthrob relent'ittle

Dug your shedskin newburst
into candleflicker
pulsingheat emberglow

Watched your rehatchbeforebegintual
Regad your rebirth
antirandom heatseeker
Grokked your monologue, I think

I'm proud of you

Sheepshit you riskstate permafrost
Composted blindface zygotemonkey you;
mozarted potent triggered repeatsynchtimes of
cannonized lovegiving fatherprune opensun

Venturisqueezed you free outwardcycle
into unstatic mefreedom
cubansmoked
while you nailed your ubertests
and your
come to sacredcows

Love to see you fly babe
like I love you do

March 12, 2006 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack

You know why like you're a bad kid

She'd be perfect if it weren't for her beautiful yumminess
the other one
man

I'm so stoked to really see you


You know

February 2, 2006 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Pataphors and the relevancy chain of reality or Through a lens

Rolling uphill, the ball is in a state of negative kinetic transgression, convicted to retrograde backstepping, momentum loss and vector reversal, its confession is beaten out of it (roundly) by a drummer, in triplets.

The pot calls the kettle a blip of anthropology, a temporary configuration of molecules, a tool.

The noise finds great meaning in himself, but is alone. His wife and children look to him for more than his paycheck, but he misses the haunting melody he imagined himself to be, once.

The man meditates, becoming an owl. He can fly at night without anything noticing or caring, unless he kills it.

Sleep comes slowly to those who are overly obsessed by their waking life. Waking comes early to those who find dreams overly confounding, tomorrow too exciting. Not cats.

A beautiful girl thinking about a beautiful boy thinking about something he is reminded of because the birds sound like they are talking to him.

January 15, 2006 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Slo-mo Suicide Bomber

This gunned distribution engine
cosmic contraption of contextual content
just disturbing enough
you click

With warlike focus we evolve ourselves
innovative means of meme capitalization
broadscale boilingpoint disruption viruses
we happy godlike lambs

The masses adoring the free
herculean harems of digital succubi
rolling waves of distributed processing and storage

We are creating the eternal generation
concrete and ephemeral
babies in straight jackets
we are our own immune system
the catastrophic cancer that cures

Rungs of metainsurance and fine print
on ladders of DRM and monetary interest
push through cirrus clouds of open source servers
and see beyond

The fishes of culture in oceanic petri dishes of RAM

Tomorrow you will be plugged into something else entirely

October 6, 2005 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

the explorers

Coopdg

the 'trodes feel cold and metallic
as they slide beside my eyes
guided by vices
they bury their heads in the whore of my hippocampus

tickling, they arch my back, roll my eyes
i am aware as something alive dances from my mouth
i am helpless to stop it
in my bliss

i assume a posture
and breathe, she wants detail
teeth shattering bucking coming seizure be damned i reach and
find her eye
her command and only wish
here is only my jacket's locked and warm self embrace
here is only thank you padded wall

the screen shows merciless mirthless laughter nonsense
plains of cracked plains open and swallow, openly swallowed

my arm tickles the wired end of one of my antennae
jaw locked screaming
i am nailed woman pierced by metal

in my vision i am history
in my vision i'm in an orgy of the living
in my vision i control everything
and am good at it
and then i pull them out

September 10, 2005 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

afterlight spotshine

Through the hole
I look and do not focus.

You butterflit in sun across the stage of my closed eyes
backlit
stretched and spinning, complex.

Devilish afterburst
washed
brightness bubbles
I let you drift to a corner of the world
and force myself to look away
as you fall off the edge.

I can't see what I'm staring at
You reveal your source, and I don't think you know it
I know too little
but the brightness
and the beginning of what's behind you.

August 9, 2005 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBack

Positivism

Anti-deluded and not sleeping well
Not dead yet and
Nothing is not happening

It's not unloaded
I won't hurt you
I don't do that
I am a bad parent, because I haven't


A not unhappy
Counterdisestablishmentarianist
Misanthrope
Anti-luddite
Seeks unburned out
Disturbed
Never enough
Sane
Non-virgin
Woman for
Nonjudgemental
Unboring
Not bad
Sex and sweet nothings

May 28, 2005 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

No Problemo - The World's First Rhyming Haiku


Yahweh sockets.
They have been controlling our AM for decades.

One day they will look at our filesystems and TREMBLE with awe!

Little creatures, bristling with communication devices and new, exciting hormones.

A working knowledge of spacetime and a few spare revolutions.


The Legacy of the Plurals.


legacy, man
.


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post

May 13, 2005 in Porm | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBack