She Crackled With Static Electricity.

Crackle Paint

A.

She crackles with static electricity so loudly, people look at her in the streets. They turn heads, quicken pace, less interested, that afraid. Gazing long, transforms them to sparks, paper doilies, or battered post-war mailboxes, stamped with Royal Crown seals.

B.

The Bizarre side effects of her electromagnetic pollution,

jerk psychical thoughts to galvanic tunes nobody else hears.

In Buckinghamshire aluminum plant, people see ghosts carrying ferrous ingots, from one era, to another. No denizen points, or exhibits impolite behaviors.

C.

Puzzling, and health risk goes hand in hand. Hypersensitivities illicit crazed behaviors in rodents, and spotted dogs. Patrons of favorite bars wipe brows, sculling catastrophe

as events collide present.

D.

She found the pattern almost a year later, folded into a tiny square, under an old jar back of her kitchen cupboard.

Its vividness upset her.

E.

Living in a seaside rambler where to local residents he seemed strangely mute but normal, Darren strips cause from effect. Tortured paths fingers wind carefully by night, blistering raw strand of Tesla coil. He's Invoked Angels, and alchemical Demons where

untold moons guide shaky hands wild-eye peal. But the heavy guillotine switch! Frankenstein movies Billy Kid, ferries insect to another world. And the lightning! here,

an empty Falklands shore.

Disappointed.

Most

Poetry is crude.

Not sub-lime. Sublime.

Fucklove. Romance smooth.

Cold Satin, wet nights.

Tsunami wave, off-coasts.

[Repeat:] SLAM!

The Tsunami.

Waves.

Profundity.

Meld

mush

feminine

romance

with cold

knife edge

of masculine

mind.

People,

Droning on

and on.

It is yawn.

My feet are

asleep.

Last Joint on Broadway

Listening to Kerouac

tinkle words to light-finger

piano keys hypnotize his

estranged daughter's wide-eyed words

drip almost-abstract tears train yard

background car fires

twice drunk cinched his

New York Times Paper, wipes black

ink on face dark with life and

we drink with madmen, lighting heel-

flattened cigarettes on eight-flick

lighters, searching for one last flame.

Ten minutes I watch

smoke stagger up-awning

collect in gray-blue clouds.

The clink of glass. Fall back down.

Zaz pimps his forty-ounce, gleams happiness

note frothy one-third left in greasy print

bottle Music pours from

battle-hard fire door,

adds absolute meaning spray paint

higher-n-highroglyphics.

"Sweet Jee-zus! Dat boy-sount gooot!"

Zaz-manages b'tween

his thirsty pulls.

Aslammer

Hard escape prison ditch Work!

cultivate guards weeds aphids' prisoners

posse water fake-emotion scorched tinsel

make-up scents crush

crush learning-to-smell shovel shovel

rats and decay toes causal muck ripped shoes

cliché ^Real/_Fake

language universal.

For the sizes we employ.

Rail

interests.

Haunt outlines sheer fabric

Hungry. Gaunt not-

quite. Starving for

like it malnourished and

Rabid.

Fatter.

Life force to spare.

Knows how to enjoy, not

live deprivation.

Humors in

condescension.

Fattest.

Lost soft insulation

the fords of sublime

mind free to wonder its

irrepressible corridors.

Thinner.

Hunch fire

burns slow within

Survival Instinct

No extra for Earth.

Describes round

in angular notion.

Thinnest

Minds that compartmentalize

one step from death.

Bombay Gin

You hate y o u want you push-

pull don't

talk to me I won't talk to

People who . . .

like you like

myself.

Seeing Red

Run to mute post flashes liquid crystal EXPIRED I carefully parked between avoiding with precision each line confusing abstract notions of motorcycles' existance in time and space. That meter slave I HATE her I SEE RED where's my gun!! Ram the stupid three wheel glorified golf cart with my supercharged body. Don't I get enough bullshit staying aloft death with moronic cars everywhere trying their damnedest to RUN ME DOWN?!! Snatch ticket from oh-so carefully tucked seat, and chew it up. Spit the demon to the ground. Ptuuui! Take that ya sick mutherfuckin' money grapplin' rule-choked killers of American Freedom that never truly existed. Murderers walk the hallowed halls of officer preoccupation citation revenue big $$ hire more meter enforcers with their stupid pissant carts + benefits people angry screaming suppressed bullshit ripped tickets see REDDER more rules… ! What I am angry about:

Your guess.

As good as mine.

Ommomatopoeias

Artists. Funny.

Wine. Cheese/Drugs,

Cigarettes.

Dull the mind.

Sharpen it.

You'd think

they were

pencils.

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One, such as a painter or sculptor, who is able by virtue of imagination and talent to create works of aesthetic value, especially in the fine arts, which cause laughter or amusement, occasionally ascribed to a combination of a beverage made of the fermented juice of any of various kinds of grapes usually containing from 10 to 15 percent alcohol by volume and a solid food prepared from the pressed curd of milk, often of season and age, a substance used in the diagnosis, treatment, or prevention of a disease or as a component of a medication, and a small roll of finely cut tobacco for smoking enclosed in a wrapper of thin paper employed by the intellectually weak, obtuse or stupid human consciousness that originates in the brain and is manifested especially in thought, perception, emotion, will, memory, and imagination. To make or become sharp or sharper (stopped at think) this substance has been used by the speaker or writer to indicate the speaker or writer along with another or others as the subject second person singular and plural and first and third person plural past indicative of be, a narrow generally cylindrical implement for writing, drawing, or marking, consisting of a thin rod of graphite, colored wax, or similar substance encased in wood or held in a mechanical holder.

Ontomatopoeias

People. Funny.

Wine. Cheese/Drugs,

Cigarettes.

Dull the mind.

Sharpen it.

You'd think

we were

pencils.

Boring News from Home.

New garage sale rug in the front room minimum lateral strength shelf on North Wall where wash stand was to hold damnable encyclopedias in preparation for sound system goes on South wall where TV now is. All this generated work because one rug bought, another sold. Now the oval throw goes in the TV room curled against wall, doesn't fit? Oriental goes on sale block you need it? Last shuffle awaits new custom shelf-setup holding electronics we'll soon trade in. You might make it in time for Christmas?

The bike box arrived in tact. Will pick up

tomorrow.