(work) in progress |
thank you for Waco
it's morning in America
colour-coded terror rainbows and duct tape smiles
white picket fences outside blood-soaked houses
fucking punditry will get you nowhere
the invisible hand ro...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 05:56:00 PST |
work in (progress) |
the pendulum sways in heavy thought
between "never"
and "will forever be"
swing the scissors and cut in to our sides
sever the cord bound in Gordian knots
from our Mother fall
through Her onanistic f...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 05:26:00 PST |
channeling Dorothy Parker |
sweet rivers running to the hands
boiling veins beneath eyes
throats clicking
one, two, three, four
a noose of Nuremberg nestled
to the Gordian knot
windows rolling back like vacant slots
jackpots won...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 10:00:00 PST |
Carroll spinning in his grave |
to stape in waxried florcrum
and myncan drospt to hine
with barneked poltisoms
and slorpney jifs to beyn
now frodsn'ricked Ajakso Fujdarip
with his ghenuded samperidobs
deffeving like the Qua...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 08:23:00 PST |
youth (in shepherd's fields) |
tongues like unsheathed swords
an ever-growing hoard
they carry the planks to His fate
from their Father's hand
they will make the land
young and bright and hopeful for all to see
choirs singing proph...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 06:49:00 PST |
the night that broke glass |
"please state that you love this police state"panes bracing for the breakblack collars and black boots gobbling terrorthe horror of diasporaeuphemistic camps for "concentration"unkind kinder hailing u...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 08:14:00 PST |
the black dahlia |
smiling my black dahlia smilecut from you down the middleand across my mouth (in pieces, please)now I'm left a gaping holebecause I couldn't be your whoredead eyed like a dollwith a crooked grin etche...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 08:27:00 PST |
an anagram of memory |
in autumn's secrets and winter's tears find us sharing lies and exposing fears coincidences such as ours are no more kismet if we looked through the blanket of stars to see your saucers wince with tru...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 09:35:00 PST |
the gates of Janus |
chime once, chime twice lessers running in dreamsunable to face the face in light it is timeit is timethe furiesexplosions in those wild eyes knock, knockdare one open the door? ...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Mon, 23 Oct 2006 05:21:00 PST |
death, Pinocchio, antiquatedness, humankind |
imprint me on the TV screenobscenity is keya cartoon death means immortalityfilm my hopes for all to see I'm just a robot who thought he was a boya toy in America without a prayer ma...
Posted by Max Aldofer on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 07:05:00 PST |
