Orgone piosenki

Level one: the marijuana prophets on the handsome Iranian rug and the privilidged white slime with a harmless attraction to banana republic. Vanity manifests itself into self-glorification. The rich in the convenient costume of the homeless. Party and preach a...

And he recalls his prior life, when he chipped at glaciers with yellow pencils, expected minor cracks to reveal the stern invitation of the ocean. Then, when we wore the capes of water and salt, he cursed in all foulness at his own persistence. Nine faces appe...

The ram, by nature, is a wild and courageous animal, lonely in lonely places, whereas when tamed and made to lie down in green pastures, nothing is left but the docile, cowardly, gregarious and succulent beast. 

A hawk glides away from a flock of pursuing geese who pester her, first as precaution and then for the lust of coordinated murder I see her muscles expand as beaks excavate her feathers, submerge in her veins and puncture her proud, outstretched body, until sh...

He taught lessons of Mesopotamian ziggurats, sperm whales and the Hollow Earth theory. It didn't remove the gleaming crack house districts or take the urine out of the county pool. He tried only to counter the immeasurable cruelty which lounged so permanently...

...into Marilyn Duchamp's sandwiches. He just hides his tips in a shoe box and admires his younger brother's earwig collection. He watches the old women sink, when the temperatures drop, exposing their marrow in the markets. At his father's house... It's crow...

It is all one, sustained, resonant scream, masked in gestures of condemning kindness. The seeds he's nurtured behave as boastful adulterers, waterless gullies which cackle during night's inhalation. The centered brahman with a heart of madness, his ecstasy ear...

David Schlossbern brings the boy a bowl of melted chocolates to save him the mess of a retail bar melting in his stubby fingers. He downs it like one of the incan princes that he read about in Mr. Walton's social studies class. Because that's what he remembers...

A fifteen foot high Goliath, dangles roadkill from his pilgrim belt, fingers soaked in party glitter and petroleum. The sweat of the Earth's anxiety, summoned from the roof of Agharti, propelling his boots to a field of recycled mattresses. The Book of Failure...

The joyless parson wallows in his inadequate shrine: a slanted, yellow dungeon a face zambonied into submission, disfigured by rapid snow and penetrating sunlight with tender, gray eyes, an uninhabited moon, harassed by flurries of wind which whirl and flash t...

They hide in the buffalo bluffs of the Pacific Ocean, where they lie in circles, covered in sacks of opened rice, as vampiric seahawks tear open their shirt pockets and they weep in the sand, willingly caught in the swarm of life. His enforcement was elegant:...

...the brush of a coarse drape against an open wound, which will seal itself in wilted skin and plummet into a mine of violent isolation, where the oracles are swallowed, broken teeth and transformed into rigid, immovable stone. The sage brush in the pit of h...

Exiting the convention, with arms crossed on a parapet of peat moss, he looms over the grizzly scene of his former hunting grounds. The branches hiss a hanging hex of leaves and bark, guarding the ground and sky. He finds an abandoned home off the old state ro...