pierAngelo (2001-02)

integer and angina

you look so uneven from here
sort of sex-bleached
the seed of dawn still in your hair, in your eyes

candle fiancee of the suburbs
with spare parts
to be disavowed and tenderized

i see the echo in your eyes
full of andante
and a cocooning impishness

white will-widow
mother-of-pearl
mother of bulls and milk

head full of body job
you deal in smuggled dreams
czarina of immaculate contraception

waltzing to girlish bathroom sounds
mechanical pleasures and smiles
daddy would be proud of you
and i am sicerely yours


prodrome

scanning the didactic storm
i can't believe it's not butter
cancer of the hair
jelly technology everywhere
sorry, i have to have my teeth cleaned this weekend
gang of biker mathematicians
welcome to the monkey house
we shan't go to the market today
name was russell
radical moderate
into the commercial steam thruway
my brother-in-law is also a poet
as clean as i wanna be
can't beat the feeling
look there, a lil' dog
i bet
a job would put me out of business


pure metaphysics

to utter is obscurity
whether wading in zen snow
or watching a televized zen show
by mule and  ox-cart
a case of altruistic nepotism

reading is writing
spreadable even when cold
pure metaphysics
lama or imam
upholstered and unabridged

the name of the game
the mistake of victims
iron rubber, lead glass rubber
it's not fashionable to be over 30 these days
in the name of

a chinese proverb
wholesale peasant checkmate
needlework in army fatigue
anemic arabesque
soldiers running with kalashnikovs
obliged to lounge
tanktopped bodies satiate
gothic chambers
with sofas and futons and with an element of crime
the more the merrier

adorned with see-through jewelry
my score's agrowin'
psychological back seat
congratulations, my condolences


no title, none at all

what we inhabit               we salvage
misinclined to show any propensity
we are
metabloc felons               unignorant
of impulses and isotopes
artless in salience
we run                   dives & saloons
through the whole gamut of gender
ideals in cast
blissfully dormant               we raft
on the wings of our hyperkarma
to dominance
we patent              abject cordiality
we exert, venture and deride
unlike
the premarital               the nominal
scored rounds that we samba


ideogram of ignition

levantines bathe in travertine pools
ie give them
the full chassis & conduit attention
wafer lips, aspic nipples
ie join the car chase
after their launch into full throttle mode
their beauty
like the laws of rituals
from the codices of lost central asian fiefdoms
and ie
an arrogant argonaut
no doubt / ie seek out
their idea for a nimbal pedestal


strictly arithmetic

this is the season
with its own horse sense and horse chestnuts
ie sit in white apartments with large windows
forgetting the linear

beethoven stands naked in the park
shivering dogs run after their toy balls
thru the white leaves on the ground
and below the drifting faint wild mushroom smell
grey boulders record time

it's the season to dream of half-sisters, color-coding and politics
a season of mean melancholy


thru the gamma arbour

oh it's going to be
easy
and boring and difficult
mobsters walking their pink pitbulls
let's have one for the libido

palm tree on my head
oh man of man
y faces
my standing-up enzymes misfunction
again

from the other point of view
let me introduce her
no sweat
i like orders
and she cooks in white furcoat

sinema saving storm
between two points
to lose yourself in the shortest path
indeed
just why should i be interested in myself


plain reality

yes,
as far as the i can see
the land's green and fertile and dry
actually, equal part green and blue
for the sky above it is just as much a part of it
and the same size too

dotted with occasional groves and farms
the people
unfettered and criminal
relatives of circumstance
their faces vaguely pleasant and unfamiliar
chicken brandy, dust stew

space extending into all directions
the mind staggers
jumpily, wearily
land of all intangible
dreams are limitless here too
and unreal


no nonsense

oh happy happy prosody
your fair dissonance
kind of kind

the emphatic squander
late medieval
am i not or aren't i?

bridges to bridges
between dots of ash- and locust-trees
ash and locusts flourish

oh power of power
dada in reverse
your dialectic mannerism never fell flat

that it did, it did that


early morning seed

ie ain't no gentle woman
you need not be afraid of me
ie come in the morning

my task is concise
to be plucked and pruned
the act is precise

oh negative deja vu sex
leering at quaint allusions
with so-called syncopated myopia

ie recontaminate
feeling a bit ingested
feeling some liquid trickle from the corners of my mouth

and with the snout of a dreamy barrow
ie dig into the morning's thighs
and spill sleep's pills to proselytize


definition song

to have / or not to have
the loafing
won't let go of me

like they say
like i i-
magine

to be subcultured
he'll sell you his body
he will sell you his soul
but his brain he'll drink away

to be subcultured
instead instead of homestead
like tiny psychograms

i hope not
instead i stomp out my ungainly tango
to our asymmetrical hearing

this month, this long
uralic yearning
won't let go of me

the delicate moment
's fast afasting and beyond
and indelicate thoughts

and to belong
apparently i'm interested in you-
r thoughts

and beyond belong
ball bounces, rebounds
this definition song


subharmonic paradise

authentic illusions of eschatology
even though we are committed
to being retroactively happy
still there are tasks
to be administered
paradigms to be egged on

with great effort we learn to stagnate
but even as we are sampling the new role
as a global human-machine interface
our experiences still seem near-real

so we sing the anthem of compromise
cheering with empty glasses
the daily collateral sedatives already taken
there is still self-righteousness to be practiced
promises to go bankrupt
addictions to be marauded and plundered

crude social palimpsest on a thin cellophane
the situation is more improbable every day
circularly behind chaos schedule
the blueprint needs to be reformatted
every day since we are
clumsy renegades of confident devices

(listen)
the reactionary prosperity will prove to be prognostic
the more informer we are
the greater our capacity for psychopaths
there are schemes of booms to compensate for
and a rampant affinity to overcome

but faith friends
if it doesn't happen by itself we can always force it


a fucking anthill

overly close &                    overly disconnected
murmur of the city-sea       spreading in front of us
its lights            scattered           like pearls
in its daylight mazes                          we are
exceedingly well-coordinated                  dressed
in moleskin                           puposed as cats
holding on to pleats          of translucent curtains
these    are    the    configurations    were    long
lacking insight                     from pink to grey
experimental ordinariness                      overly
close & disconnected                      we could be
reading about ourselves                 just the same
like being at a party                where everyone's
there only to tell about it                     later
and what the heck                           my lovely
my so-called                           eco-terrorists
but who is the joke on?           who is the joke on?


thought thing

you see a man 
try to think

the fish don't think
cause the fish knows everything

trying to think of
some way out

reason it away!
fail better!

make me sway!
hold me to the letter!

and one more thing
ie'd rather think


eden with its snails

time is money / life's a show
would you change the channel please!

the telephone analytical
the subtle web, taste-liberating
beneath & behind / yarmulke & yashmak

eden with its snails
dances beyond technical skill

from pink & grey
between plates of ravioli and the cold sweat of limp scrotums
looking for a way / to overoutplay

behind draped windows people skip / shuffle around
characters from so many soap operas

psychosomatic anti-guerillas
looking for a penetration into experience
which would make for a distinguished & indistinguishable style

rub it in
this third degree burn

planet mud makes another turn


negative

among the cycads, among the gerunds
guesthosts play hide & seek
as you reach / one end of your intention
you might want to know which
one it is? what the speculative criteria?
and if the movie has a 'fuck-you' ending

on the shelf with the anti-deodorants
heaps of times and morals
that sound, it's beethoven's nineteenth!
or is it dj kissinger?
don't change the channel please!
ie can hear the ballastic red-cross missiles

among the cycads, among the gerunds
lingers a melancholic evil
chimeric sandpipe, mascular dysentery
lonesome department of lumberjacking
somewhere on the spectrum of gunshops & baby shoes
poet-pimp tends to his unnameable discharge

partner, it's like this:
"oh, your silver ring is so beautiful!
would you mind taking it off?
i'd like to take a picture of it ...
oh, and i'll need the silver in it for the negative."


when in doubt

bring me your white elephants
with a cheap smile
practice your artificial diligence if you have to
nothing is under-irregular
if you queer it
broccoli or broccoli & baseball bat
just you take the right combination

retrace the steps of this ratrace
just which city of angels is it anyways?
buster, this is serious thing
does it say 'gorgeous mutilation',
or 'generous melancholy'?
can't even read the fucking sign
the pristine facts are just that
they are funny but not true
and so not so / funny

hell you need rights for?
this is the royal people's bank
or the brotherhood of ploy & scam
the prior metaphysics is moot
the ideomania dismissable
but fear not comrade
only the ratio and the ingredients are incorrect


contemporary

cellphones sring everywhere
like so many birds, each
with a different tune, a different pitch


tropical topic

a view
ie could live with without
ever
getting bored 

of it
people would talk in an objective,
if proud, way
(and manner)

say a bay with bamboo huts
a wooden pier, palm trees and 
silver sand
between rocky outcrops

and ie would lie
in a long-hung swing
and ie would lie
if ie said

otherwise
ie have but one more wish:
the there could well
be here
as well


blessed with the curse

ie am
and everything ie touch
see, think, feel and sense

turns into words
thus do the things of my inner & outer worlds
ferment into these unsavoury curds

then thicken into a lumpy stew
as this curse of king midas
turns into lines & stanzas

regardless if it is the sea
or the blessing of the full moon light
ie have

to pull in the fishhooked exploits of my life
with an athletic approach
like any other fisherman

to capture / a slippery acrobatic sense
and cook it into a frothing, seething stew
my non-performing loan to you


light washing, strong toweling

so once advised me my favorite uncle
one of my role models
a bright, drunken & lost man
which reminds me
the highest praise ie ever received
was when after one of the student concerts
my music professor called me a real marxist composer
whatever that might mean
also when ie was just a kid the very same uncle told me that ie will make
a first-class hooligan
thereby greatly exasparating my poor mother

well, the way ie look at it
if you live by the road, you die by the road


the ballad of good long john

the story of good long john
well, it needs to be told - written in capital letters
in a style palin & bold - if it has to be written

well good long john he wasn't - a very delicate man
he ate his bread pudding lemon - with kohlrabi, garlic and ham
and then
one day he learnt about - the sages of calmer days
his heart ached so & much - to learn their fitful ways
all the where & when
and then
he drove to their forest temple - and though he wasn't too sharp
he certainly wasn't too simple - he kept the engine running
he kept the windows locked
and then
he saw the sages walking - for the very first time
above their haloed heads - floated a smell of shampoo
and he joined their slow-paced line
and then
his heart became content - he was a disciple
all the fitful ways - now he could decipher
and then
tea time came and went - long john looked content
he sipped his drink - and he went to sleep
in the communal tent
and then
in the middle of the night - right thru the mosquito net
good long john he jumped - and into his car he leapt
and all that the sages heard - was what long john murmured

"from their tea, these lovely folks, they left out the teabag
their ways are fine, but so is mine,
and i like my tea with a teabag."


hysteron proteron

a dog not pekingese - a courage not dutch
don't slight the question - don't wear a grudge

turnip, okra, apron - they burden the belly
come to think of it - so does the telly

auspicious signs - manifest in the sky
suchness advances - spasmic and sly

so whether you're a ninja - or whether you're uzbeg
this time's as good as any - for finally to beg

in the things you've been planning - for a long time
be it tuna canning - or cardiac arrest
presidential candidacy - or petiter crime


sanatorial

all you ill-at-ease or unwell
or if you have a nasty indigestion
heed these words of spiritual travel
they have a fire / that will cleanse desire
and pacify the restless mind

not for play, not for purification
not for the irony of iron
but out of boredom, curiosity or duty
guard your thoughts & guard your body
you can never be too alert

come to a halt, stop the thinking
slow down your vital signs
watch your step & watch your breathing
be mindful & inanimate
until your eyes go numb and hurt

join the nimble chaingang
of like-spirited fellows
until you're all in step
and your quick mood mellows
chew 30 times then swallow

there is no morning glory in it for you
or just that / it's a sauna for the mind
it will uproot the unwholesome
sweat off and sort for thoughts for you
and inspire a duty of insight

and at night between a straw-mat
and a wooden pillow when you are tossing
take comfort
it's the real thing
it's the jack dee of mental flossing

and on the last day of re-treatment
you can congratulate each other
but to exchange addresses
you need not bother
just say
have a nice day


optimal

ie gotta get me a gig going
this orchestral delirium
it makes no sense - or difference
why, ie don't even feel anything at all

move over kenneth
this is our nostra
don't you mind that blood-sucking finch
whatever the point, it's always debatable

with a careening & persistant tug
whatever it was ie was wanting
some fruits just taste robustly bitter
just don't eat them

or don't complain
find your lucrative hammock
your reward will be swift and arduous
like a man forcing melody from his unplucked guitar

how so?
put on that smug smile of yours
sg as simple as life
with the rhythm of windshield wipers

sometimes we are indistinguishable from ourselves
with all the inactive ingredients
sy's just gotta be irresponsible in today's overorganized world


to a disease

sickness is so homely,
fever is so snug,
the comfort of a bed,
the flavor of a drug.

more addictive than sex,
it's remedy in moderation,
and cure-all in excess.
as dark's another light,
and ease leads to complacence,
so disease makes us fight.

a superior teacher,
it liberates the soul
with its physical bind.
and enlightens the mind.


by their mere existence

musky at ease
they prove a prowess
a mishima humbling danger
like lava
the slow flow, the analgesic eyes
beckon
with an underwater inflection
a merciful killing
namely
the hypnotic calmth of iguanas
the muck of love
lightly sweet / of young coconut milk
as darkness is metonymy
orchids & orchards engulf
so underwater
the motion, the emotion unsound
so why come up for air?


ultimate toothpaste

not nice
the auditory sciences      on all fours
none included
intrepid
the compost                the idle fuses
upscale                    (&?)
ragged veteran of unemployability
and in the kantian bathroom
and foggy days             pulled the plug
deep what
we sustain                 vascular detours
interdisciplinary          or
monster of a tourist
the luddite diaspora       on drab benches
the checks                 the deep music
of no importance
ok, but at least not equal please

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