e ti myzze car poll a' con de ti rope fa cloak
sew ri et et/ et et de pope car
soo ja com be set tete quest ci
pour do car glo seek sin t ed. proof
car jam
Car k k k cha cha cha chakra
a la per favore de cultus yeux fait accompli
desense
sa sa (ba) seperate (ba) ici la'
the internet is shite
*
If, like me an app. is work then
you are a powerful subjectivity ought
to be caught counting remedies
arbitrary and implicitly stupid
a trace of potency by proxy (policy)
shards of the Western empire (defines)
like an insane history reeling (humanness)
before your eyes (fearfully)
Counter-slippage, your body its
resonant subjectivity, animalistic beauty and
a crime of movement
resolves democracy
powerful and beautiful you confine
such personal activities to the Internet
and espouse its freedoms
as corporeal yet
slippage contracts by spaces improbable
money is driven and is parried by the actual
your finger is free by a lonely individuality
to touch your vagina
and by this intense
a sex for the sexless
*
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
22 Jan 2011
4 (back/fore)
Labels:
hyper-real,
philosophy,
poem,
poema,
poetry,
postmodernism,
Simon Harris,
writing
14 Nov 2007
Dusted
Breeze through
These particulates;
Obfuscate the mass-
Your system of
Point A's to Point B's
Dilutes the gas
Tank. The heart's
Tangled and soiled,
Soaked in dust-
The mind's field
Of thoughts,
Rattle in
The half-truths
And mistrust.
These particulates;
Obfuscate the mass-
Your system of
Point A's to Point B's
Dilutes the gas
Tank. The heart's
Tangled and soiled,
Soaked in dust-
The mind's field
Of thoughts,
Rattle in
The half-truths
And mistrust.
6 Nov 2007
Uniquely
Everybody is the same yet nobody is-
Trying to be uniquely normal
While fitting in to their differences;
Wanting to be noticed, recognized, celebrated-
And left alone.
Trying to be uniquely normal
While fitting in to their differences;
Wanting to be noticed, recognized, celebrated-
And left alone.
Electric Bolts Within
Concentration leaks through
The surface.
In mighty drips,
Banging on the doorway-
In search
Of vague notions
Scattered amongst
These electric
Bolts within.
The surface.
In mighty drips,
Banging on the doorway-
In search
Of vague notions
Scattered amongst
These electric
Bolts within.
19 Oct 2007
EVERYTHING

Everything in these walls
That confines my thoughts,
Tramples the systematized
Files I wish I never sought.
The rush coagulates at once
In piles of decaying debris;
I embrace everything 'cause
Everything envelops me.
Labels:
everything,
interhuss designs,
photo manipulation,
poetry
12 Oct 2007
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