gaping tree fangs!!!!!

[safely does it]

2006-12-13T23:48:34Z

see sunshine scribble courderoy
lines across eyebrow throughfares
of lost lemon consciousness - --
when your irises twitch,
their recognition spasms crumble statues
into playgrounds
plagued by smarmy spectres

[yukking] (found poem)

2006-11-13T05:21:07Z

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toenail armadas

2006-09-16T23:53:35Z

have you seen the horizon's particles parting?
looks like rain dropping from garbage bag
cloud-eyes turn spirals under watchful unibrowed
bowling leagues, new season approaching
with matches scattered around the imagined maps
of worldwide city councillors, all vying
for shiny new desklamps to illuminate
the placement of streetlights and other monuments
to placid civil order

i saw you scrawling letters across the namplate
to the park, giving the namesake fantastic titles
in hopes of littering the park's landscape
with just a few of the spaceships the lord
of greenspace piloted to safety through exploding
asteroid fields and vicious attacks by space
varmints along the wild west wing of the galaxy,
still, i can't help but wonder

what you've been doing with those bowling shoes
strapped to your wrist, as though they were
actually manufactured for projectile purposes,
meant to knock the teeth out of a guffawing
teen bowling enthusiast in secrecy, covert jobs
undertaken to underwrite society's safety,
security and mundanity

i saw you escape,
through an alternate set of clouds,
drawn back past the reaches of my earlobes
by the magnetism of pilfered 3d goggles,
your goals obscurred more than bruce's
attempt at 300; i saw the clocks shatter,
the springs recoil in dread of
this can't be happening

[h bi ap rth pd apy ]

2006-08-24T21:44:43Z

hey gnarly eyebrows,
watch out for flying cakes
'cos sometimes they contain sharp objects obliquely tucked inbetween thick layers of frosting (delicious delicious frosting)
so don't take any swinging bites at
anti-gravity pastries
,ok

... . `. `. .. `

2006-08-23T22:33:31Z

this is a new poem,
it is a found poem, discovered in my email inbox
and is entitled [lawless entry]

lawlessness Inbox

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[sledgehammer sounds]

2006-08-17T03:50:20Z

i will eat bubbles
if you count the sky's egg yolks
with my rainbow monocal

dribbles of solar rotations

2006-07-31T09:14:45Z

ottawa's provided the sky over my eyes for the past few asleeps and awakes, the sun melting my skin down a few moisture levels through some quick stomping on har-tru, blinking aimlessly at the direct bloodsakes, and dizzying spins through faces who, for my recognition, almost needed a little dusting off for all the time spent unseen
still, the most peculaiar -- and intriguing -- event transpired while daddad's motor vehicle wheeled the parking vortex on york. i remember sharing a smile with a brown-dreaded girl as she passed my windopening, who passed, only to return to offer me a ripe and juicy tomato, fresh from her own garden. i was completely stunned by the situation, and clung to the tomato's plastic sack as we stuttered the crowded byward toward inoffensive szechuan restaurant dishes.

the barnacle island census bureau

2006-07-25T17:49:23Z

what des it take to become stalking? a fellow from the census board continues to call -- this morning, even, while i was still asleep -- insisting that i should finish that ol' rag or a questionairre. i have only the slightest intention of completing it; it is july, after all, no longer the middle of may, by any stretch of the imagination, when the census was, if i recall, meant to take place. of fact, it asks all its questions based on the week of the fifteenth of may, or so. what an enticingly special week it must have been if robert (that's with the soft, 'air' ending) continues to hound me down to find out about my minute life details during such a slender temporal window.

philharmonic eyebrows

2006-07-25T09:16:59Z

how incredibly stupendous it is to return home, backpack and luggage still affixed to one's back and hands (respectively), to face a livingroom full of wonderful friends who applaud your entrance.
that, after going back to ottawa for two days under the specific auspice of playing tennis.

ah_tran @ 2006-05-30T21:48:00

2006-05-31T01:48:42Z

i am sending beams of inter-nets all across this building
exciting, it is
after hours on the phone
with my good friend videotron
whose new offers are endlessly exciting;
more so with each taped replay

my new apartment is super fun,
filled with all kinds of chaos
the walls, of fact, are actually made of the stuff (chaos)
and matter, by its own invisible hand, scatters itself
all over the floor
i'm not kidding
at this moment, alone at home
a mess is being made as i type

if i get well hopefully i will become a stripper
so that i can afford to go to all of the suoni il popolo shows
my electric coughs think that is nonsense,
however, i can see them fading
slowly

[pondering the possibility of angels]

2006-04-03T07:35:11Z

minutes crawl by
unattended,
unaccomadating
to the tasks they've been assigned

my attention is diverted
by all the world's identity crises,
while i come to grips
with the recent fashion
of personalized montages
about imaginary existential crises

my stockpile of macinery hums,
its imitation of breathing louder than my own
i contemplate my place within electro/bio-symbiosis
and realize that i am replaceable:
anyone can find the power switch
and additional languages are easily programmable
(if you need proof, open any zip file;
your spanish is as good as mine)
i pray my cpu can't speak with electric doors

what time is it in cyberspace?
a sphere ungoverned by celestial motion
tied down by time merely as a conception,
our theoretical playground
bound by our need
to impose the limits of our mortality
upon, with all we perceive and all which perceives
us.

our perceptions of perfection
are bound to shapes we've erected
in the measurable past,
where we can see
our hands have been

[springtime nomenclature]

2006-03-25T22:58:49Z

spring is here,
dancing on our fingertips
its winking eyes raise songs from the bricks of stagnant apartments, melting mortar into lifeblood

even the buildings know how to dance
when prompted by the growth of a new growing season

the windowpanes wriggle,
refract solar rays
into shag carpet rainbows

[aquabatic nursery mindgames]

2006-03-13T09:59:55Z

i.

tadpoles twitch
under the force
of jagged-toothed incandescent bulbs

as i stare through the glass
of their aquarium-prison,
i begin to wonder--
do they have a shared destination
outside of themselves?
is the border between nonsense
and logic fictional?

i blink and the glass dissappears
water still holding shape
out of the power of its own free will,
the water's skin holding-dear
its promise of security
amidst telepathic tadpole whines
which beg for statis
in the delicate aquariverse

ii.

if i should poke its skin
and perforate the water's willed wall,
will the tadpoles once more fly?

[sleek sock shuffle]

2006-03-11T00:57:34Z

laces for veins,
treading out into the street
stalagmite icicle beard paws at the ground

charles barkley's magic shoes
slipped off his feet
as he ran
into the technicolour midnight fog
his magic steps mince winter's face

disfigured, the frigid season
slinks off into hibernation

[clockwise courderoy]

2006-03-08T10:01:38Z

have you ever felt like there are fingerpuppets dancing along your spine?
it's kinda like a tingly feeling,
sparks dancing tap
clickety-clack
tracing the sine of your vertabrae,
their electric motion as bound to your muscle memory as string theory
holds to invisible particles

some people prefer sock puppets
but they're infested with foot fetishes,
drooling at the thought of being tongue tied by toe jam

leave the spelling bees to nature
whose lexicon contains each imaginable entry,
the imaginary superimposed upon the improbable
words' meanings feel shifts like jet-lag
under the duress of your fable-circled journals

in our scrabattles, i occupy vegetation territory,
hide between the leaves of houseplants from your spasdic fire,
gibberish swiss-cheeses walls from the stress of endless echoes
as your tongue traces the intestines of each tile, verbalized

your words, dance electric
as invertebrates,
without the strings of the puppetmaster
jangling
with the twitches of your cranial fingertips

[vampire train tracks]

2006-02-24T19:16:07Z

my fingers are growing fangs--
fangs,
can you believe it?
it's difficult to imagine
[where would they fit, afterall?]
but they're sprouting out
all over the place
without the well-sculpted shape of my own bite
[i still imagine the angles of protrusion my teeth would create
without the scalpel-sculpting of kershmania the tooth collector
and dental engineer]
but my fingers can now bite
when they spasm simultaneously
into vampire train tracks
bordered by my clavicle