Octaphenalia |
New recordings coming soon. Keep on the lookout.
Posted by the red eft on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 03:10:00 PST |
The great escape |
I've been waiting for so longin this jailand I'm naked before dogsit's cold as helland I ask after the sunI hear no oneand I have nothing to tellbut wish you wellInfidelAnd I know what more's in store...
Posted by the red eft on Sat, 05 Nov 2005 12:47:00 PST |
When the sky is blue |
it's yet to get
so much as sheet white
against the fabled fears of dying
clipped to a
string on
pulleys in the yard
it's nearly too cold to dry anything
out here
and that damn burd
wat...
Posted by the red eft on Thu, 09 Feb 2006 07:11:00 PST |
Mbembe |
I had a bird
his name was pete
pete had cold feet
that bird named pete
pete had a friend
his friends name was joe
joe was a crow
friends with pete
amorously
morose and pleading
like chum...
Posted by the red eft on Tue, 31 Jan 2006 07:12:00 PST |
Megamouth |
lady man
how can you know
to turn the lead to gold
in turns
and cars
we drive the neck
preaching demonstrative death
Posted by the red eft on Fri, 16 Dec 2005 08:54:00 PST |
nab the man |
If the wind blew a two dimensional version of me
(that's what you see)
than I'd be free
and If you were in four dimensions instead of two
I'd see all of you
wouldn't that be cool
when I stan...
Posted by the red eft on Thu, 10 Nov 2005 12:42:00 PST |
Baggily and Matter |
there are caverns in Texas
spilling with mothballed
time machines and simple green.
pine scented crusaders trade
beaches for bays in New Jersey
explicating the scent of
brimstone and neck sw...
Posted by the red eft on Fri, 14 Oct 2005 12:36:00 PST |
No places |
oh tomorrow we go under the knife
indicted by asymptomatic lepers
who will drain all the goodness
from the ponds luke and glossy
of falsely immodest men from Florida
or some other place far from ...
Posted by the red eft on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 12:37:00 PST |
cinema dallas cinema |
in a "do you dare me voice" peeled from the bay,
a dragon dressed in drag; his dress, a wave
threw me in a vast and foggy gym
whose ceiling is of cold black licking flames
dying
to dry out
bei...
Posted by the red eft on Wed, 28 Sep 2005 12:42:00 PST |
Can you hear me, Adam? |
in black slickers, and the baited
shade of newspapers, narrow patterns
in the waves in water. Under spintered
bridges (autumn) nothing's naked
rain wrings the places out. Pinch
a shout off to the...
Posted by the red eft on Tue, 23 Aug 2005 02:25:00 PST |
