Wednesday, August 03, 2005

episodes of strange and unusual fish - part 3.5

                   never fly standby on a sunday
                 (probably a fractured faerytale)

tom waits is a strange looking beast—
           he inspires such raging thought-cacophonies

           that i breathe newness into every O2 molecule
            slipping past swollen throat to seethe through
                                        lungs and infect my blood—
                                freeing force to universe to create to

                                                      go mad

i’ve broken free of florescent madness
                                            and neon sacraments
leaving behind twelve-hour airport adventures
                                            and empty glass rings

i never knew just how your carnivalesquence carved guitars
from the gears of my internal clock
           so you talk to strangers setting questions like fruit cocktails
           as i tap my foot to nick cave on 30,000ft of wind whipping
                                                      dreams of striking it rich in

vegas looked the other way and i slipped by
invisible between the flashing machine-molecules
                                            and rainbow reverberations
if i look back (i can almost feel elvis chasing me):

“this airport operates at a high level of security.
 you can help increase the effectiveness of the
 airport                security                 program
 by following a few
                           simple
                                     procedures”
“Thank you for your Cooperation”

 so i clutch my few simple possessions
 and Cooperate with—
                             the counting crows string sentiments
                             inside my otherwise strung-out subconscious:
          “Well mister, if you're going to walk on water
                   Could you drop a line my way?”

i nod in time with the potted plot, the beat and
       “now my chin falls on my breast,
       i pray that this in not a test,
       but if in vegas when i wake,
       i pray the dream my mind to take.”

10 little fish:

Blogger MitzieBitchie swam up to say...

im kinda liking in here,the blogger neighborhood is
terrific..with all the postings and comments comin
around..its certainly great!...check out my webpage too!..

10:34 PM  
Blogger theleftsock swam up to say...

hey, on a totally unrelated note, mysfit and jen see should play katamari damacy for ps2. even if you have to kill to do it.
:)

11:46 AM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

i'm not sure how i feel about this piece, where it wants me to go--where do you want me to go, dammit?

there are some lovely lightningbolt lines within it (but no boy scouts) & it has a soundtrack...i think i like best the bits that have the airport in them, the plane, they feel the most real.

mitzee: you certainly have your finger on the zeitgeist, don't you.

sock: is this that roll the ball down the street sorta game?

11:51 AM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

episodes of strange & unusual fish indeed...at least it's topical spam...that sounds gross, somehow...

11:59 AM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

it seems elvis is following us all...

12:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous swam up to say...

good post... thanks.

Jake
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12:44 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

more fish spam!!!! tasty!

12:50 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

sock, most of these are totally unrelated notes, but if i get the chance i'll check it out

FISH SPAM IN A CAR - YAY!

1:16 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

jenn see - i know this poem jumps and tugs in differnt directions - but i can't decide if that's a good or bad thing, since i was a little nuts when i began this

1:45 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

it's a good thing, but i think it needs a stronger rhythm to pull it off with more schizophrenic aplomb.

3:39 PM  

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