It Came From Wednesday Night

the heave ho of listening

in the silent

the clack clack

smiley non

secret i've bones or spill

nestle stole sock

lock sleet set son

what's the skinny

sneaking is part of family

**

Snuggle Khan stokes the toll scene

select elk

on toss

neck steel

slot so

socket lessen lot

it's the heave ho of listening

Snuggle Khan

I saw your mommy kissing santa claus

hog cocoa grip and luck clog

**

The night life is appreciated by me, as is boogieing.

a gently of udder, tokenless closet

my cell strokes the onset down

in the cellar where bats

dream of attics and the lubrication

of lunch through limp algorithms

vesselless timidity

Sadly, I cleft the gentlemens' room.

**

smiley non is part of the family slot

sneaking secret stole sock

it's his sleeve, yo, Sniggle Khan's

glistening like a luck clog, gripped

Total poem: twinkle, tedium.

Translation: hmumamunga.

It Came From Wednesday Night 12.9.03

Sheets and Butterflies (A Remake of Wallace Stevens Part 2)

Nurturant images first, naive avaian hunches

but the domicile ne comprende, there is no start.

Fetch the lavender that says, absent female, no marriage,

so, outbid who? so, no location,

where, hacker, playa, fighter, b-boy,

where is sun and beat and super cute lovin

for hollering for language abysmal?

this disformed and lusty half-place crudely carven

of sludge. . . ain’t gonna happen that the moon

bleep this with its chicken-wang mixes.

She must come now. Nurture/nature is wasted.

Waves babies. If you stand in this line be ready to

wed, enjoy first awakening, yearn vocal

and tactile HER, yearn to discourse as follows,

“The fly on the flowery thing stops us, season

overpassing summer, goast of smell falling

and doing, go away, paled and posted, with big flowers.

Meanwhile it’s pretty dumb & chintzy these sounds.

--JL, MP, JS, TG

12/9/03

It Came From Wednesday Night (undated)

Island of Thin Arms and Sturdy Legs

Is that you? Master precaution.

Arousal is all uphill from here. Huh?

This is a lip, swollen like canvas, like

The unexpected foot of a French peddler.

I will set in, finally, in earnest with the sea.

Bad alignment expression stunned cave cardinal.

It is a cave, but you cannot tell it so. It

Is a secret, it is, but everybody knows that.

A torrential hidden road is immaterial pulse

But characteristic product. Foot, other foot. Island.

Nothing situated. Past present future…

Coastline slaves declare a razor a rest of doubt.

That is a mountain, this is the sea. Is that

You? You’ve mastered precaution. Peds.

Dictation prison break. Silly hat. Is that you?

It Came From Wednesday Night (undated)

prefiguring echo

coming up forward locking unlocking slip lash fling

fat fad fade it’s often like that

Can underwear be clung? My purr gongs

and if that is not enough capitalizes

more’n spying we wish klunk winks

grapes figuring molded until not looking not looking

heroic acts left in the weigh slide

expanded pictures from a hilpementer’s pristelimiterist:

“No, I want 2B known as an inhuman monster.”

ok that’s not ok nor enough

hung up id was trill space not agone and then

thrump! solid hit makeshift stir

blame glided spinster

Unability, due to makeshift dangles

grimaceshire stick figured down

ramp to crush ore it rag back dreamt out

furnaced it hung

RUUUhureitITH! I geebeeb

no common intelligible sound

causeway junket a kind of spammish

he said No way, and sneered and

jumped the jalopy swung

In punging, lipped to the other side

having lost my flow i offered

coming up backwards frog pipsqueak

It Came From Wednesday Night 13 Feb 2002 (with Charles Bernstein)

A Different Thing

Softology repeats (the) musiky tense weight

Crimes blends lenses (of) hope

Per birth climbing (per) earth (O Earth) reprove

There is (now) arc-animated chugging

And belief in (Law) with smeared or

Drives exault!

sliding (light) in dopey doves (O Mars)

denies tube / you better tubbed

Matter (no matter) that the plenties are

Set in the torqued renewal interests

Botticellian-bound half-hells

or lifelines gawked below surface

Anorexic in (the) blend and all that (I) would betray if I could but motor the flat like a twist / Not spongy or welded, instances (like) cork. You ask I (splinter). You fall when the cover quakes (and) I am left (O Chain) and auger melt.

(YES sponge. YES cork. We get up when we get up.

Natch stank but is getting sweeter. Total affirmation links.

Forget me yet?)

Remember (me) or never croissant this taste when I’m present.

Nothing is then left in the space where we sit. We as All, that is.

Total de-affirmation; total letting things cup their hands.

Charles Bernstein and the APG

13 February 2002.