3 pieces (cut-up)

2012/05/23

Word Drone

communication
whirling
tube-lights hum
under
low breathing
streets
open fire now
wind for volumes
speaks
white noise
without human
pure
impersonates speech
interrupts contemplation
electrocutes
exclamation
marks
spread all over town
fragile
points of
reference
turn up speech
hurl away noise
shake highest buildings
recede to valleys
of lateral
dead word
between Allen & Archimedes
let there be no
tombstones

Parabolic

sit in
be in
glass office (bleach alchemical sky)
a head
bowed in improvement
palms
giving no scent (cancerous cells ablaze)
nostrils
obsolete
vines
crates
where we sat
ironic
chairs – conquistador
ships
crescent faces
burning
heat up our
activity
dehydrated
pawns
past hours of work:
deal & omen
throbbing
likeminded single collars
changing colors fast
the doctor would like to see you
leave
you are now allowed

Bass Riff #9

you did
you would
of were
in here
pause still
anxiety
agent passengers

void up
your stare
the scourge
the earth
I could
run miles
across
incapacity
now my diamonds

obedience
at will
an oval
appeared
sun creatures
plan weeks
was tense
so to speak
distinguishing away

Copyright © 2012 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.