DISEMVOWAL

001

An Open Window

            Gab's gift in drifting drag.
            God's gift's forgotten drafts.
            A punched fist, clenched.
            A lifted slab.
            A grave risen.
            Another tab.
        

002

Preview: Scaled Alps "Southerly"

an unmixed/unmastered snippet via the forthcoming LP 'LET THE ALPINE PLAY' engineered by Stewart Tuttle @ The Altar Studios in N. Hollywood, CA.

003

To Tic Some Shakes

Two-track minds and too-loose tricks.

A whiplashed stash and tight-tied tracks.

Since you asked . . .

this has been a draft titled "Shit Dump" for (none of these things necessarily have anything to do with each other)

(but they could be interrelated)

oh (intertexual)

i don't know (vex hissal)

about a month now? (euphoric dismissal)

maybe two (commanding missile)

could be (sexual)

SEE

→

FUCK.

            I have a whole pack I've half jettisoned.
            You'd think I'd learn a lesson.
            Inexpression.
            Digression.
            Tranguessings and questions.
            Factional transactions.
            Hostages traded and trodden.
            Vermin carried to term and misbegotten.
            Narcotic nodding-in.
            Lauding him.
            In likeness and in sickness.
            As wealth by my witness.
            Telegenic angel.
             
            JQD does not consent photographically.
            The rape and extortion machine was foreseen.
            Forsake the image and its grave.
            To chase projection is to live as a slave.
            →
        

004

Teach Them (Deceit's Increase)

If you have Old Parents, (and if you have parents, they're older than you) you've got to warn them about the Fake People who will be coming through their phones and into their feeds intubating them with schemes deathbed fraud dementian dreams

005

One Explanation (Figmented Reality)

Sequenced Superpositions accumulated in Congenital Exhibition exposition arranged to Exhaustion

006

            The guide is corrupted.
            Help is not coming.
            Heated consonants and hissed sibilance.
            Bar-bell.
            Bellissima.
            Bar-brawl.
            Belligerence.
            Sprawl out and stay a bit.
        

007

Chet Baker or Nina Simone (You Pick)

            So far so grim.
            A slog along hell's brim.
            Your wounds are infectious.
            And your cheer is blue.
        

008

The Mob Wife

"I give myself to you because you know that I am all of the worst things. You know my every fault and fracture. You know the shape of my sneer. You accommodate me. You accompany me. You know the rot beyond. And you tolerate it. You adjust me like Liberace's wig. Like a publicist. It's a stellar arrangement."

009

Autumn Null and Fall Awful

            You know the trick but you're trapped.
            Gets you every time.
            Those treats got you trapped.
            I gotta get mine.
            Rolling up with the bag in my hand.
            Gimme gimme.
            Sugar and then.
            I'ma dip to the park with my friends.
            Follow the night to its twisted ends.
            Grows like a tree.
            Expands, expands.
            My time's expensive but I've got it to lend.
            We all get it in the end.
            The end.
            So now or never.
            There's no time for pretend.
        

010

Drubbed Dead

            Strikebreaker.
            Broken.
            Struck.
            Brains beat.
            Opened up.
            Spilled melon of a villain.
            Dental identification.
            Slivered gulliver.
            Split.
            Retcon edison.
            Stifled edition.
            It's a trick to talk and a trifle to listen.
            Your frisson is bitching.
            Dumb dog dirty.
            Visionary terror.
            Take ho to hey slam the brakes and scare her.
            Clarion call of a Blaupunkt blarer.
            Defrocked clerical error.
            Stoned erroneous.
            Found drowned in a pound of moaning shit.
            Mr. and Mrs. Loneliness.
            Two of a perfect twinning.
            Disastrous outings and extended innings.
            Thought twice of the spice of sinning.
        

011

Performing Experimental Music at the Taco Shop

Please enjoy this video of myself and Talkie Night experiencing technical difficulties and difficult techniques performing "Train Me" via recently-released the Strange Case of the Electronic Lover beneath the vaunted palapa of Best Fish Taco in Ensenada.

Footage courtesy of Kyle Vaughan.

012

Ayo Wasup I Rap as King Vidor

            I got that Old Hollywood.
            Got that Old Hollywood.
            Got that kill yourself in a car crash.
            Got that fuck yourself out the-out the contract.
            Got that little black book fulla big contacts.
            Got revenge in the third act.
             
            I got that Garbo, that Harlow, that Monroe.
            Lupino, Valentino, Giorgio, riding pretty palominos.
            I got amigos in Armani.
            I got murder-suicide.
            Keep the thing on me.
            I got potent pistols I got steel slides.
            Open toes.
            Blown noses.
            Camera clicks.
            Patent poses.
            Corrosive.
            The casualty of acid overdoses.
             
            This world is too much.
            All this loudness and closeness.
        

013

When Anne Met Joachim

            Your eagerness to egress.
            Your avarice.
            Believing this.
            Daggerish and ribald.
            A sharpened shark.
            Or stick.
            Every single streetlight dwindling in the dark.
            Shaken hands, well.
            A fiend of a thing.
            Of a hell of something.
            Oh hell it's nothing.
            I'm just bluffing.
            No need to take me at face.
            When the ass is scrumptious.
            Lusciousness as-is.
            Such as.
            Somehow.
            Moreover.
            Therefore.
            Hence.
            You and me.
            It's a high/low thing, you see.
            Exclude the middle and make merry.
        

014

Victors and Victims

            History woke up on the wrong side today.
            Then it rolled over.
            And rolled on anyway.
            As we mourn modernity.
            In the evening of austerity.
        

015

Upset Red Car

Saw a dead body last night.

Crushed in a flipped car.

I didn't feel much.

Broken glass everywhere.

Full lights and sirens.

Taped-off streets.

Death's stage is set.

The throngs looked on.

Murmuring insights.

"Wow."

"Fuck."

"Shit."

The usual high-minded commentary and criticism.

016

Miswired

            We are circuitry.
            Suspect symmetry.
            Covetous.
            Tumbledown circus freaks.
            Shake and shudder to recover.
            Like a wounded animal whipping tail.
            Generational rot.
            Athwart all thought.
            All's well in ill-got.
            Beaten drums get new heads.
            Pitiable prayers plead.
            Please.
            Pleas please me.
        