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OLD POEMS
1) Sometimes I can’t stare and clouds come.
Before anyone can dance, I’m gone,
A peanut on the moon
Rubbed up against history
Flying into manifold cloud formations,
Feeling invisible
Smiling into the thunderstorm.
2) The town has a city that explodes.
Why it eats the rims of a bicycle, I don’t know.
The electricity was a finger laced up with ribbons, worms and snails
Inside fruit where the powdered airplane eats sugar beets
Flying in the secret pockets of the wind
Drumming a silent rhythm on the box of fear.
3) Smell a lot of roses eating trashy cassettes in painted red boots.
Eat camels and I’ll go on for as long as my spine heard a dog and the memory ate a camel.
Eat a camel in bed.
Sheets of borrowed sugar.
Songs of wine and the pierced elephant’s Marilyn Monroe eyes.
(old poems, 1994-1996)
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Sharing tea with Cuckolds
Staring at their feet
Rinsing down the back wash,
Standing at the brink -
Single Isolation, Those that never know
Poorly veiled frustration, a price too high
Memories of smooth skin, a face that’s just
A blank, easing out the lotions,
Staring in the sink - Wondering what happened
Wondering how long. Wondering how many -
What were the words to that sad song ?
What were the words to that sad song ?
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Martyr’s Lament
Do Not Pass Jail. Do Not collect $ 200
Do Not Look Up. Do not stop.
Do Not Gaze into your lover’s Eyes
Go Directly To Jail.
Go Directly to Hell.
Do Not Collect Two Hundred Virgins.
You Are No Longer of this earth -
Report Directly to God. Do Not Covet
Thy Neighbor’s Wife. Do Not Commit Sin.
Go Directly Forth - Tell Mohammed to watch
Out for the Mountain. The Devil Take the Hind.
Meet the Buddha on the Road. Kill Time.
Do Not Go to Jail. Collect $ 200.
You Win. You Win. You Lose.
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Ta damn
A rusty sounding proposition. - For the best of creaks.
A little bit of flutter of bird wings, a bit of dash of salt
— Remember that picture we found in the well ?
Scraped knees and disco vengeance.
A Heart full of caterwauling desires, and limbs of
Tireless ambition - Two large bags of bricks -
Did you ever end up digging that hole you talked about ?
Can you still see the light from the bridge ? A number of laps
On thawing ice, a certain measured response. Delight in the senses
A Garden full of insects. Barnyard wood cured by cold days,
A river full of spiderwebs. Strong gloved hands. Time to Dance
Brick on brick on brick on Brick
On Brick brick on Brick on Brick On Sick
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volcan muet
eat the storm dragged flood
yr focal hat contusion
mute fork ,rotting slaw
your tongue returns
inside yr missing head
it's dog repellant
sand in eyes a
thumb a
bee
inside the water
a window shade
corpse or egg
swoll throat
reloj vacío
paisaje
lengua
ascuas
futilísmo útil
gnot
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Arizona desert - road from Phoenix to Flagstaff 9/9/2015
We've left the flowering cactus towers behind, and ascended, possibly above sea level (?).
Pale yellow roughly-felted slopes, dusty paths of gold, the brightness of green trees.
Powerlines lean against blue skies, the bus ambles along.
'Bloody Basin Road' coming up, earlier we had 'Horse Thief's something-or-other'.
The names so brutally picturesque, names inflicted by a subjugant force.
What a bunch of arseholes.
My ears just gently popped, we must indeed be getting high.
Like hawks out for a jaunt on the breeze.
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BubBUbUBUB ubBUBUBubUUBubUBub0
Ub, Do bo Ub to Do Ub Bub Do Too
Toot Lub Dove Ub Ub Ub tool Poot
Cra Cra Cra Cra Ub Cra Cr
Ack
Blub Ub UB BBBB Ub 0 Blue
Bla La C-C-C-C-Chk,
C-C-c-C-c-C-cC-Chk,
Snnn SNnn SNNNNGGG
NG G
Sun in US Sun Is SsSSsss
Ung
Lub Dub Puck Sluop
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Once, I was told -
The spirits of the land
communicate through
fire's shifting embers.
I gazed at my fire
with its dancing embers
and I waited.
The shapes in the embers turned combative
as I gazed.
They fought;
one side fleeing
from the other's relentless attacks.
The fleeing shapes
contorted
twisted
curling within themselves.
At one point
my
self
was scattered
like ash and smoke
floating
in the wind.
The embers kept dancing
but together now:
Intertwining like roots
like the trees growing
the forests rebuilding
after the fire.
In my landscape
out of the ashes
comes new life -
hope.
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Il “nome” verbale nei sistemi la parte da cui sono emerse burocratica ha nella società
ma diventa un limite necessità, ad altre.
L’identità fornita è utile per certe dal nome naturalmente niente agli archivi che contengono.
Evidentemente l’identità di fare riferimento la nostra vita, ma mette in gioco non si
esaurisce un insieme il dover fare riferimento, grugniti o altro sempre a fatto un limite.
L’impossibilità di assumere può essere sintomo della nostra storia sociale identità
l’uso della metafora che imponevano in modo statico per descrivere noi stessi.
Inoltre di relazioni per le quali più larga diffusione il dover è la password un unico nome
è di d’accesso fare la parola rende dominante del linguaggio di comunicazione il linguaggio
verbale un modello plurilinguistico.
La dominanza sempre dei rapporti sociali attraverso del passato utile per le relazioni
in società in cui possono avere un senso e la scrittura (rafforzata multiple impedisce
dalla stampa) era è stata una convenzione più usato (ha vietato e sensazioni di come la
tattili di comunicare che permettono anche con gesti).
Attualmente, con l’avvento e la sempre di tecnologie mediali
nelle pratiche di immagini, suoni burocratiche l’uso di ipertesti di norme sociali
e del cyberspace, si pone l’evidenza parola possa essere nella comunicazione integrata
in che fa uso contemporaneamente.
La parola altre il sistema forme esplode per contenere linguistiche.
Con essa crolla nella comunicazione l’utilità delle un ruolo burocratico ad una parola.
L’assenza convenzioni riferimento al nome sociali di massa del nome nella comunicazione
(l’anomia).
Semmai di norme sociali come l’assenza dell’assenza imposte dall’alto.
Le regole devono emergere e affermarsi all’interno esclusivamente non va intesa nell’ambito.
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"This lock helps prevent
useful home items from
rubbing against the teeth
and across the globe
The same old mechanisms of performance
since you don't want to pay twice as much!
"Don’t ruin my snoring"
I wanted nothing more to do with top-notch acrylic portraits
- the perfect example of a modern detrimental to our lives"
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Sloup -
Hairy thresholds, Bringing on by a degree
Of wiinning, postive personality - Barely bartered, so sincere
In passing windows, Curling Irons and lost phones -
Tippple tackle, Clicking down the Avenue -
Simple Battles, Chaos lives inside your food,
So Much Glamour, so much hopes so many feels
Let us Clamour, and see what the EeL Reveals -
Hmm Hmm Hm Hmm
Hm Hmmm Hm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm
Hmm Hmm Hm Hmm
Hm Hmmm Hm Dat Hmmm Um Hmm
Down the runway, through the Shoots - Up the stairs, into the stars
Down the runway, Up to the stars
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Raggity Dag Dag
Frag
Coaxial oral - Co-efficent
Fa fa Fa fa Fa fa
Diggity Rump Pump Pump
Picity Pack Pa Pa Pooo
Kicking a stump, Stump, STUMP
A Slow turning in dew
Paticcity Flop Shlop Plop
Plop Plop
Plop
Pla Pa
Digging toes that dried in mud,
Diffing Darts up through the flue -
Coaxial Drag, Candles broken,
Wires crossed in seamless glide,
Fa FO fa
Pay your fare, fresh in tokens -
Break the Bay & Take your side
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Black Power
White Flag
Grey Gardens
Pink Slip
Red Letter
Yellow Spot
Orange Vest
Green Grass
Blue Sky
Brown Bag
Purple Urple
Flag Letter
Blue Garden
Sky Vest
Orange Power
White Bag
Yellow Urple
Red Flag
Green Slip
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THE GRAND K
I stole the Grand K
and all of its copies
guarded in France
and all of the blue-
-prints
touching and tainting and
slimming them so .
Seeing through my move,
people in coats took the advice
took the advice
from Plank.
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Di-oOOOoo - Di
Land Di, Diddy Land di di de do
Auf Centern, Liddy di Do Ooo
Hmmmmm, Hm Hmmmm,
MMMMMmmmmild otter -
Di do de do
Mmmmmmmmm Mind the Spot there. -
Di Land Di -
Foot Sand Cry, Silken velvet - SssssSun
Di Ditty Di Land Di
MmmmmMMMMMmmmmm
Di do ditty di le di,
Di do Diddd Diddy di do doo
Hmmmmmmm - Dis di i’d di do did do
S’hmmmm
Land ditty di do, SOME OTHER BOTHER ~
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Three Dice
Lied Twice
Add Vice
Blind Mice
Fried Rice
Carry Over
Very Nice
Ad Hoc
Blather
Myoptic Centipide
Avuncular and
Disenchanting
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his is not about me.
This is NOT. ABOUT. ME.
This is neither about me nor about you.
It's not about you.
No it isn't.
It's about Kungstrep.
It's about mr. Kungstrep Birkovod.
Birkovod is the name, Kungstrep Birkovod.
A brunkville character, that is,
but not He Who Ha Ha.
Yes, He Who Ha Ha, you heard that right.
Or not, maybe, but anyway,
This is NOT about He Who Ha Ha.
Not about him, no.
It is NOT about brunk with a lowercase letter b,
NOT about invertebrata, not invertebrate, no, it is invertebrata, with an -a,
but anyway, it is not about that.
It isn't.
Well, I said 'mr.' Birkovod, but actually it is not sure 'it' is a 'he'.
Maybe 'he' is a 'she' or an 'it', ;
or a something somewhat, but definitely not somehow.
Anyway. Mr. he-she-thing-somebody is Bir-ko-vod.
K-u-n-g-s-t-r-e-p B-i-r-k-o-v-o-d.
He, who is not He Who Ha Ha, but might be a close friend of He Who Ha Ha, but nobody knows, because nobody knows Kungstrep Birkovod, except form the fact that he, or she, or it, is not nobody, maybe a nobody but definitely not nobody.
Or nothing.
He is not drOpOut dOnzO, maybe a dropout yes but not drOpOut dOnzO;
Anyway I digress.
I digress.
I always digress.
That's something Kungstrep Birkovod never does; or exclusively does,
depending on your viewpoint.
So.
To conclude:
This is not about me.
This is neither about me nor about you.
No it isn't.
No it isn't.
No.
It's about Kungstrep Birkovod.
But I forgot what I wanted to say.
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Asslike, Asymmetrical.
Full of juices and odors - Squishy in the ether, sticky on the finger tips.
Chap Life, Lads marching on sidewalks, Flesh jiggling from high fives,
A Dark Bon Jawbone, A black Bone Degree
Circles of salt and chalk. Circles of Life and Mawk.
Circles of Squares and Triangles. Circles of Dust and Rain.
Circling vulture around the drain
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Bringing up the shadow men, Croaking echos in the cave
Can You hurry with the ladder the, we’ve got kittens lives at risk
A Crackle on the wire lines, a shadow on a veil
Asunder drifts, the plates that cracked, the withering of time
A Rice sack filled with grain and bugs, skeletons of husks
And select vibrant seasoning of the thousand ages -
The shadow men, preferring cub bards folding sleeves
Before they sit -
Piano being studied in the next room again
A super secret ruffian dim sum for all involved
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It’s a disgrace. It’s shameful
The Light is shining in your eyes.
It’s a. Damned sin. It’s too bad.
The overflow is clogged - The metal hums
It’s like that now, you know. These Days
Those Kids. This City. There Over.
More of the same then ? Does it stop ?
Three guys standing on a corner looking at you -
None of them are smiling
I remember once when I was a kid, I chased some
Change down a sewer grate. It just kept rolling, and
I just kept following. It was dark down there, don’t
Steamy & Muddy. Somehow, I could hear it as clear
As church bells while it rolled on. Bouncing over
Milestones & screaming like a banshee -
Somehow, Despite the gated grates, these many years gone by,
I remain - Chasing the thing that binds me to this eart
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Di-oOOOoo - Di
Land Di, Diddy Land di di de do
Auf Centern, Liddy di Do Ooo
Hmmmmm, Hm Hmmmm,
MMMMMmmmmild otter -
Di do de do
Mmmmmmmmm Mind the Spot there. -
Di Land Di -
Foot Sand Cry, Silken velvet - SssssSun
Di Ditty Di Land Di
MmmmmMMMMMmmmmm
Di do ditty di le di,
Di do Diddd Diddy di do doo
Hmmmmmmm - Dis di i’d di do did do
S’hmmmm
Land ditty di do, SOME OTHER BOTHER ~
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It’s a disgrace. It’s shameful
The Light is shining in your eyes.
It’s a. Damned sin. It’s too bad.
The overflow is clogged - The metal hums
It’s like that now, you know. These Days
Those Kids. This City. There Over.
More of the same then ? Does it stop ?
Three guys standing on a corner looking at you -
None of them are smiling
I remember once when I was a kid, I chased some
Change down a sewer grate. It just kept rolling, and
I just kept following. It was dark down there, don’t
Steamy & Muddy. Somehow, I could hear it as clear
As church bells while it rolled on. Bouncing over
Milestones & screaming like a banshee -
Somehow, Despite the gated grates, these many years gone by,
I remain - Chasing the thing that binds me to this eart
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Blurp.... the bleeting blah blah bah ha ha blues. dystopian future clues too huge to assume flu like symptoms or mass deception. Too soon for answers, too much oppression. An over reaction of hysteria. Safe sorrow. A previous reflection of tomorrow never shines it's light on the cluster fucked fuckery of trans-dimensional thought. Croon. The moon. June approaches. Leaves sigh in relief as no feet crunch beneath the fungal form. Tee hee hee blue suede shoes blah tee blah fruit storm woes. Absent foes. Toes breaking the surface tension know the difference between an ice berg and a troll hill. Heal. Sealed deal. Real pop pop corn rows show movies to plows and hoes. Woah
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Bionisphere
Asslike, Asymmetrical.
Full of juices and odors - Squishy in the ether, sticky on the finger tips.
Chap Life, Lads marching on sidewalks, Flesh jiggling from high fives,
A Dark Bon Jawbone, A black Bone Degree
Circles of salt and chalk. Circles of Life and Mawk.
Circles of Squares and Triangles. Circles of Dust and Rain.
Circling vulture around the drain
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So this album came about with the intent of there being two distinct projects, but sometimes things just don't happen the way you plan - Let's not be boring & dwell, shall we ? Moving on ~
The idea was to either receive or send a text out to be interpreted / performed by the other - In other words, I've either written or performed here for the most part ( This is me, {AN} EeL BTW ) - I'm always amazing & kind of humbled when people share their art with me, and for some reason the idea of writings seems somehow even more personal ~ It's a interesting bunch of stuff going on here, and I'd like to give. a deep bow to all the artists involved ~
Yellow Salamand’r / Lezet / John M. Bennett / Volodmyr Bilyk / DJ ANY WAY / Vaders Orchestra / Fiver’s Stereo / Phillipe Neau / Dolores Mondo Stash / Raggity Man feat. Kris T. Reeder / The Doll / Krungstep Birkvod / Ed End / Eugene R. Speciale / MARUDA / samarobryn / Cody Brant / Ben Presto /
released March 29, 2020