Once Great Herbert

who are you? on nowhere street corners blaahus poopus … hear his purpling curses and the drop-jawed beating of his heart … shadows of telephone wires skip across the fences … over blue lit back alleys … a crash of beer bottles … matches striking domino fashion … dogs piss on bright yellow fire hydrants sprouting from beds of red leaves … watery fall collegiate sky is cloudless above his head … the boughs are bare … he kicketh the can -

the impersonal pornographers of his youth … in classrooms gave fictional dictions of little gray doppelgangers … tore away source … sold slaphappy chapbooks … buy your shit brown set of encyclopedias … i’ll be fucked and i’ll suck and i’ll blow your house down one day -

forgotten mouse squeaking in the vast walls of the womb … lost and forlorn and forgotten … lost … forlorn … forgotten … you played out your dreams on a stage choked with trash, blaahus, you formed a fortress with the entrails of the dead … this house is not your home -

blaahus! please report for resoling … it is time for a replacement to take control of your rhythmic breathing! it a consequence of your willful absence … from the philandering philosophizing professors … give up on the lemonade parade … one track left … the tune of ambiance … slow millennium groove … founding, the spirals of sound -

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slips it into a payphone the earthmother answers she cackles; ‘contrary to popular opinion i do not make mousetraps of my philosophical ideas … i merely interpret that nameless substance, which, as ether, collects in my brain like clouds storming an empty sky’ -

dial tone surges against his year … breath coming in bird gasps … ancient flux of the fire philosopher, consummation of magnetic force … conflux of ideas … nebulae of emotions … blackhole shifting cortex … a spaceship lined with iron covered with moss … a fine line between … turn your body into the light to the side now blaahus … into the light … become n dimensional zap yourself the core a flaming star -

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tracking her through violet electric wires lost in his heart a fragment a virus a germ of squirming vermin joy … it scallops in his lungs feeding off his breath symbiosis a toilet tank gnosis a dirty public washroom violate the vermillion vortex … so below blaahus chooses now to be judged … worn down defenses he is ready to retest birth a zip cross wind flipped pages of his story … into the dragon’s yawning mouth … he will enter that night lie down and dream in dripping bejeweled caverns … he will be shat out … the diamond asshole … plopped in funeral fields of grey and green … receiving radio wave atmospherics … the constant voice in the head unleashed …
metal and death … ‘periodic cannon neurons … the boom echoes, plays ping-pong in the abyss … eight-way vectors of info-code … by this process train the organisms in arcane and obscure arts … if and only if we shall all be suspended in belief … waitress coming back with the next round … bruising the jewel so it gets wise … the hysteria tastes like cum upon my tongue … i am bent over before a stadium of men … they want to yank me up plain wool teacherskirt and write a poem inside me … but they are chanting their love for their wives and children … my cunt is a whirling vortex and black hole … rocked by invisible waves … force vibrations … the fear is that i will suck everything in, that this grand stadium of games will fasten to the womb and not move again … and in their nightmare visions … where the ship is torn asunder in the fury of my storm … and they will drown and flail in my salty waters … i can do naught by pick my teeth with the shards of their vessel …’ -

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passive observer negates existence … foreigner can’t speak the language … shots … no ozone the brain fry in the alley strolling through the blue energy waves … the stars tackle each other in fields of dark velvet … laugh to kiss the nipples of midnight make love in the seasound of wind in green leaves … colored chorus of joy the graceful engineers in dark love affair with us … genuflect the electric soul that controls our hearts … straight to the strange she lead him … the life is different shade of light … the tricky lives … blaahus finds … blaahus holds power over his owner … ‘twist a sentence one way uncoil it as charmers so straighten it stiffen it festoon it with hawk feathers shoot it into the heart apart’ -

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in shifting dance … hold true course … the light is bright … who am i to examine the skeleton … first train to oblivion … amplify the wordsong touchstone … in love i’ve been here before upon these streets and in this temple i’ve prayed … as in living … my tightrope is thinner than most … i must adjust aura often

(Art: He Can Not Be Nourished by Timothy Patrick Butler).