Wednesday, February 15, 2006

cOWBOY hEAD


Providencetown
(Feb 10/06)
Tongue pong and teeth banded into chisel-edges. And me, off to have my pulmonary/slash/respiratory province given a good going-over. Treadmill and weasel shoes, laces buckled round poleaxes of ankle.
Pedagogical Sycophantry
(Feb 08/06)
The etude of the intellectual is to engage thought with action, theory with practice, to subvert complacency into insurrection, social obsequiousness into Hobbesian anarchy. A prolapsed state of nature, a free-for-all caponized of all canonical Eucharistic debris. A hard and steady Deleuzian ass fucking, with all the bells, whistles and subversive STD’s included.

Anvil of the Hips
When the hammer hits the base
Of the spine
The anvil of the hips chimes
And beneath the ruckus of night
Olives breach oil and sun
And light

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