no poetry or art

(from brian raine and marke merrill + cut up machine)

Touch
but its wrapped in sweet lies
bitter to the my down

teach her how to fish
but do not give her fish... are
together
what

can
we
accomplish?

what can I Egypt?

two bad
my soak my mind
sounds like the drop froze
and I got face
my aura is grey
in an alien image
not a
image

like tv
or the interned
porn sacred heart
falls
apart

long, say my oh my can my words
will

never
be read
as

written
but years
since
we’ve

been
apart
now

we gentle old
listening to a new type writer hit the sky
been out a ride

caught up in

denial,
but a
river in fixation

your words
are words?
from

my what
is long
time
ago

your holy
heart
your

sacred electric gadgets soak my time

l these somber vampires track
electric voice
all these awhile out in the cold
a down
tonight I put her another
don’t take touch

stop on the line
guard my sweet will
don’t take another

invade my space
no go
to end

two of random wish

I love her so much
I mean that power
see it exist
can’t let it more
pictures
of my me
twisted inside
she calls
so I give her beginning
lost in the way

tonight
I put her heart
that
no

poetry
or art
can replace

too your

The crusade twas the night blurred before christmas

You
the sugar-plums children were nestled in my below.
when, people so still falls see what was the anyhow just for racking my and like miniature sleigh, reindeer.

well it heart inside your and gathering speed inside coursers the lake
and the just for I flew and shouted, blind was there's muddy shoes mid-day I did eight to objects me
dancing stirring, not even a mouse.
the stockings there.

sometimes never wanted to
ah, knew in a the said to should appear,
but a in my mind
a fire said twas the night before know I know I never in their and threw up you know I never sprang hopes that st nicholas anybody home I ask once astray
just like they sash.

the rusty the wondering eyes through flew like a cool and to clatter,
I sprang from such a its hold I tread when the darkness loses against the moving are pumping my veins and a matter.
away to the way

with a little that certain chimney nick.
more dawn alien hope
just familiar
their words her stream of window I and sky
brings back an blue but you hung by their heads.
and mamma to see me through lawn paying no heed that in politely in the cold outside the door
is completes
the scenes flash,
tore open the around a horse's where came,
and he nap.
and it's so easy name!

a fire burns in soon would be taking have changed ah, you new-fallen snow
gave my cap,
had just the such a clatter,
I your lawn there arose just with care,
in on the like purchased danced noticed the world at my what to know I did it wanted to for quick,
I the evening see what from view but you it rapid than lustre of brains a long winter’s creature was whistled, flakes
the reins map next day comes and me
keep ideas old ‘kerchief, and I were tinny wanted to hurt me now matter.
away to train coat

the moon on the these streets
a face me bleed until I and you


when out you driver, so lively heart moment it must be st some tears street leads more
a silver-plated breast of the all snug christmas, when all jet settled our brains for flash,
tore open the you
when out on the house
not in her know I did it just they throat
turn into a ah, you know eagles his the years I shutters comes home
but the beds,
while visions of cars once crawled burns inside the window snow the bed to to shutters and threw up and lose your me
the me
find your feet called them by the was through there arose from the bed to they you've forgotten but sash.
one day I a rolls into the made

such as I, not I, I

The fool is I is you
The fool speaks with out asking
The fool masks without laughing
The fool opens a mouth
Utters a sentence

Without dancing
He, she, it glides
Over the dance floor
Until there is no
More floor

No more support
Holding us up
Weightless,
Motionless

Emotionless.
The fool has forgotten
To feel
What is real?

What is matter?
What matters
Anyway.

Bad news?
Good news?
Old news?
Ancient muse

It’s all tattered,
Shattered
Masked in
Golden Copulations

Saints sacred
Sinners profane

Another fool
Asks for
It's
15 min

A Fool
Believes very much
In what they are saying.

Fools keep it
All straight

Knowing the right
from right
from wrong from
night

from day
to day

Another song,

Written in
Golden
Light

…

A fool
Tries to get
it all down

But it won’t
Go down or
Stay down

Any longer

A fools remembers
Memory. A harmony
Is all they have
To go on

Fools find
Themselves drunk
On time (telling one's self
It's healing. Medicinal,
A temporary

Balm

Protecting from
The injustice of
An inequity

Of a failed
Collective experience).

The fool will
find
Desperation,
Seek
Attention

Know
Un-natural
Means

Through
Un-natural
Thoughts.

Fools needs a
Reality.

It will
Hold you
Accountable,
to it.

Un-acceptable
Unreasonable,
Your actions,

A gasp.
A mess,
Unworthy,
Un-mentionable
Besides your

Inability
To known

To act
reasonably
while
extinguishing
your instinct

ask,
is your memory
worth
remembering?

i have no answer,
but then again,

i am a fool.


…


Looses oneself
translated
Motion

Not remembering
Or moving

With everything to loose
Take no risk.

Risk everything,
Always for
The sake of

Nothing