Congratulations!
You have been
INVITED
to my cubicle
to MEASURE
the cranial
dimensions
of one of my
many SKULLS.
PS. BYOC
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
3
Dog your Christ
shoulder to the window.
Crash through the stained-glass
architecture of the river.
Poke your animal profile
out from the sudden darkness
of your body.
Whittle a revolutionary
doll apendage and axe
your way through the dream
catcher of intestinal cable.
Imagine your ribcage
a hot oven mitt, now
grab ahold of something risen.
Focus on the space
just above your forehead
and forget about that
first batch of cookies.
Your milk-mustashe
will lead you to the mummy-oder.
This is where the unravelling occurs.
shoulder to the window.
Crash through the stained-glass
architecture of the river.
Poke your animal profile
out from the sudden darkness
of your body.
Whittle a revolutionary
doll apendage and axe
your way through the dream
catcher of intestinal cable.
Imagine your ribcage
a hot oven mitt, now
grab ahold of something risen.
Focus on the space
just above your forehead
and forget about that
first batch of cookies.
Your milk-mustashe
will lead you to the mummy-oder.
This is where the unravelling occurs.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Remote Control
Coming out
the boob-tube,
unnecessary actions.
Those hands will
yank the teeth
from the lapdog.
Some hard-ass
will entice a snapping
turtle to bite the end
of a pair of channel-locks,
then with a quick
twiste and jerk,
decapitation!
the boob-tube,
unnecessary actions.
Those hands will
yank the teeth
from the lapdog.
Some hard-ass
will entice a snapping
turtle to bite the end
of a pair of channel-locks,
then with a quick
twiste and jerk,
decapitation!
Monday, January 23, 2012
One
The celestial position
of organs has emerged.
I wait like snowdrifts
for those star-puckered lips
to belt my face into Orion.
I let the wind feel me
out like a needle on a record.
A calligraphic text is detectable
in the bone-white
resurrection of matter.
I move in pelagic cyclones
from days to decades.
I leap through conifers
with the urge of a primate;
blood-moon eyes rattle
like mummies then disappear
into the mountains with the quickness
of night.
The valley unfolds.
I am alone in this village.
of organs has emerged.
I wait like snowdrifts
for those star-puckered lips
to belt my face into Orion.
I let the wind feel me
out like a needle on a record.
A calligraphic text is detectable
in the bone-white
resurrection of matter.
I move in pelagic cyclones
from days to decades.
I leap through conifers
with the urge of a primate;
blood-moon eyes rattle
like mummies then disappear
into the mountains with the quickness
of night.
The valley unfolds.
I am alone in this village.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Camelus Analysis 001
I guess I
never noticed
the way
a camel's foot
looks when it
makes contact
with the earth.
A lot
of squishy
skin jiggles
around the hoof.
never noticed
the way
a camel's foot
looks when it
makes contact
with the earth.
A lot
of squishy
skin jiggles
around the hoof.
The Hominins
*
Come here
antelope;
I will hold
your antlers
in a sexy pose
with other men
all scrolled out
in chronology.
Real tough guys.
*
It is evident
by the shapes
of our heads
that we were
attracted to
the alien women.
Come here
antelope;
I will hold
your antlers
in a sexy pose
with other men
all scrolled out
in chronology.
Real tough guys.
*
It is evident
by the shapes
of our heads
that we were
attracted to
the alien women.
Labels:
"Real life",
Aliens,
Animals,
Humans,
Jeff Tatay,
Poetry
Monday, January 16, 2012
Pillars
Some people
think that I,
a man of
the humanities,
can't possibly
know anything
about science.
I have taken
hundreds of
pictures of caterpillars.
I kick it
with arthropods
eight hours a day
seven days a week!
think that I,
a man of
the humanities,
can't possibly
know anything
about science.
I have taken
hundreds of
pictures of caterpillars.
I kick it
with arthropods
eight hours a day
seven days a week!
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