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| shaking shivering fear fibrillation an ordinary man in ordinary circumstance swarthy arms reaching out grabbing where there is nothing to grab grips tighten then weaken throbbing pulsating holding on to nothing and still losing pounding the ground with splayed hearts dripping through bone fingers suckling pigs gnarling sows tits snow melts as it hits pavement she stutters in her mind but not from her lips a perfect scenario in an imperfect universe he chews on his arm like a dog on fresh meat and nothing matters but the spiders smile the missing parts of the equation coats our skin like paste an oily emulsion difficult to remove the doorbell rings mediocrity is there standing with the sun to its back mediocrity on the television mediocrity on the radio mediocrity up our asses force fed through politics and religion a winding carpet ride down mildewed paths strings of life ensnared dreams wasted songs of simple pleasure fragrant deaths of infants sleeping flopping on bogus souls screaming stigmata stabbing succulent orbs sightless in the brilliant light she cried she cried she lost her way lost her scene her silken lips the whippoorwill sadness lust sublime life is hilarious as it drags its hairy knuckles on solemn ground generations of absurdity on their knees worshipping hidden deity abusing their children beating their wives running through razor gardens with hands as feet and feet as hands blind leading the blind we wallow in prolific narcissism licking our wounds and staring back into the pool again road kill on the rocks with a side of fries branding memory with fleeting vengeance none of really knows much of anything we deceive ourselves then try to elaborate with like mind scary born to die stroking our egos whispering sweet nothings into our pores the shadow of Sisyphus twitches its tongue to form syllables tinkling of wind chimes wanton lust fused with coital yet brained periodical prerequisites present funnels of abscessed and wrinkled spheres equinox equine defined dis-related phrasing symbiots reading fallopian passages swinging dicks in some back street hell with heat on vixens scent emanating from fire escape window brute strength not romance succumbs a dance of testosterone with apathy sipping nectar from silver chalice the rain i hear the rain a ringing whirring high pitched wind prevails constant relentless will not go away topless women form a human chain such beauty without clitoral hoods wormholes in my dreams light speed cognizance wars we do not want that history must survive they'll be wearing their own assholes for gasmasks the earth shakes with dissolution a disc jockey slides in Prometheus grease gray papers with primitive maps more more film at eleven |
mothers walk their strollers down reeling streets with spiked wheels keeps pterodactyls away climax controlled a wet dream without the wet a fetus twitches inside the womb the sound of metal clanking tank tracks open sewers drip offal in our faces rank and file endemic happiness smokestack heaving raucous plumes of anti life the republican lights his cigar reptilian crocodile eyes paranoid aggression an old woman takes with a worm eaten grin remnants of gods peace as lepers watch skin fly in the midst of St. Vitas' dance a life of useless pandering we scurry like rats in the headlights of an unknown factor fighting through the stench of the paper rose the streets are lined with scarecrows in rocking chairs knitting woolen booties for dead relatives we say things like we know things we know only what we think we know which in general, is nothing we believe in our lies we gratefully feed them to all who will listen the sensitive writer sucks his own cock or wants to or denies wanting to then deflects the topic with falsity the genius sleeps under faceting alms palm fronds flitter in scarlet winds confused, a soldier fires his weapon into the night a scream can be heard passersby watch impatiently their foul ideology strapped to their throats they wait for the next strafe a salmon leaps to spawn in roiling hills penile penury spreads its languid hands around chain saw melody I am naked floating through sullen skies without will there is nothing... |
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Jeff Filipski is originally from Buffalo NY An artist for over twenty yrs A member of E.B.M.A. Jazz and Poetry Ensemble His voice appears on "Enjambment" His laugh appears on Kurt Nimmos "Bongo Moon some of his visuals have appeared in: Deluxe Rubber Chicken Non Compos Mentis Press Atticus Review Pure Light The Hold Fubbles Press There are others whose memories are mostly thought manifest several of which are a product of extensive brain damage and/or are simply not memorable enough to mention... He tours florida with his artwork trying to convince tourists that his wild forms are really fish, indigenous wildlife, very disturbing still lifes and neuro-self-portraiture... |
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