Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Bombilation


I will start writing poetry again.

I will rant and rave like a scansion slave.

I will emerge unperturbed.

I will lay me down in a bunker underground.





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enough ice cream
to feed the world
ten times over
so støp

every landscape is Los Angeles
so støp

purple skies until the day she dies
støp

animal 42
so støp

tamper with the temperature
støp

free enterprise system
so støp

nothing is fucked here, dude
so støp

støp
breaking into homes
cracking housewife skull
with wrench for Tiffany's
and gruyere out the fridge
stripping the copper from abandoned tenements
stealing fertilizer from Fresno industrial farms
jacking Erlenmeyer flasks from high school science classrooms
cooking meth in motel rooms

støp that.

støp bigots

støp poets

støp rap.
Quality valium is available, no doctor needed!
So støp.

Feelings are overrated
so støp.

Marginalized is just a word
America is just a word
Michael Bay is just a person
støp.

http://bit.ly/GTV
so støp

rotting rot rotten
shizocarp
støp

sex nøt love
cloth nøt skin
støp

støp

støp

nøt knøtted up
like Mobius strips
Mobius drip

radically disconnected
globalization as anachronism
an idioticon for each and every one
insulate your yourself
insulate
støp

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

How did you end up in Paris, TX?

10:31 PM  
Blogger ejypt said...

My location serves an anonymizing function. I'm open to suggestions. Preferred locales would have weird names, funny homonyms, dystopian dynamics. As in:
Fresno
Detroit
Bethlehem, PA
etc...

11:14 PM  

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