Thurday Ether - Part 3

urban humor envokes the spirit of this blog in his first two lines. The ignoring of the day's work continues.

urban humor

grey sky and think tank thought
the syracusian delusions of granduer,
the big hill and water tower
the same view deluded of granduer
slide bourbon down the frame sepiacloudmovefaster
remove the extra track around my mind
and chant the scriptures backwards
the flickerin florescence,
my metal braille menu equal bread sentence
you mean hungry illegible dead sentence
i move though the soft machinery sweetly
fingers through the hair delete deleted scenery

unspeak

grey day ends in darkness that'll
perpetuate the mad mind strata data streams
endless in grey matter
endless in grey dreams
drop a wrinkle in times trousers
simplify the way the seam seems
paddle in dark streams addled the bad'll
end up better better bet on it
that curious cat'll
cut your eyes out for looking
that'll teach you not to try to take who took it
battle on before i book it

urban humor

fingers on the keys, brain in the ether
the manic monkey dead in the street misdeamor
i drag the cartoon X's over the eyes
so curious are we all we are is fried matter
and greasy cardboard boxes boxed up
the coney island shoot em up, shoot the freak
watch him reach for Canopus buck buck
metal shells and soft centers fall hard on the boardwalk
another day in dementia....
speakin russian underwater submerge bubble rust disorder
watch the barnacles bloom, Gustav speakin to the fishes
so fluent are we all we are is fluent.

unspeak

the inner voice rattles skull bars and brain manacles
eye twitch readout switches sweat greased mechanicals
i can't test the silent sound of the button depressed down
compressed now i'm increasingly impressed how
the mind locks
the key swallowed
followed by every level of animal feces and hallowed gibberish
i keep drawing cards but the answers always GO FISH
but the hook i bait is fates next line cut
and its too late a date for the holy text mind rut
the single cart wheel shut from turn or short cut but
also blind to the inclined fingers tut . . tut . . tut
tutelage rebuke unedited
think twice before the next tripstumblefall gets credited

Thursday Ether - Part 2

An email from urban humor, reading as follows, initiates day two:

this day at work is special.
job# 42
i get to animate ad for genital herpes.
no lie.
hit me wit a verse unspeak.

unspeak

animate disease at 24 four frames per
please say cheese in full viral ad blur
for an instant fame working reverse order sexual attention
and follow with treatment prescribed in place of prevention
30 second flash visual (insert credit)
edited commercial for the script (ya i read it)
outbreak number six (sure i bled it)
slick dicks keep on getting sick (you bet it)
urban humor double click the mouse
and twist this thing absurd
job 42 can't move in and out unheard
in all its absurdity word spoken
remember if it hasn't been fixed then its broken
so unhinge that jaw
and drop the right token into the arcade machine
that keeps other mcs mope-in
leave the absence to me meaning nothing unspoken
animate this email and fill all the folk in

urban humor

march to the clang of the dirty coin bucket
the dark soldiers, multiply out the wind fortress
this is the vulcan mind meld molten
nothing inside except long division oil and cauldrons
for my simian this is the promised land of peace signs
and property, money and economic sodomy,
dirtchildprogeny
lie in the land of big worms and corded earth, the
nimble Nile hungrymouth apologizin to the seats of
seated idols.

unspeak

devil stomp foot drop on the fourth beat of infinity
whiskey swill gut burn testing my divinity
god in the machine
and i clickwhirbeep
sleep cozy in the lean-to of processed meat
adjust viscosity for heat
snake worshippers dance legless
whispering bellies and sweet melodies mess
past tense (say was)
rickety teeth in my picket fence because
the grass is greener chemically enhanced
and the first chance for chant chosen
is when the i incants speaker fuzz

Thursday Ether - Part 1

Email freestyle initiated by bored a urban humor to unspeak (Nic Darling). In three parts to match the three days that work hours were consumed in such a manner. One of those days was in fact a Thursday. The reader can guess which one.

urban humor

i spit the barbed letters that tear zeppelins apart
study the art, combustion, boom,
body part mechanics,
the metal mandibles mandate
mush the Drakes soft porn cupcake
slippers and steak, adamant visions.... (and they're
off!)
lose the derby, lose yourself in the thickets
spread the ground thicken the tickets
all that mud mumblin, pixelated visions of Dublin
double them whiskey to paint the picture double then.

unspeak

vocal flak jacket and double reenforced steel
plates rippin frames from first reel out takes
whistlin shells and the eternal ricochet makes
time lapse sound gaps between the hollerin
of the fates real shapes
purposeful paranoia (the best kind)
can sneak up behind myself
I'm so in my own mind
escape the urban on the bourbon anger ride
down the turbulent spiral to the poor ones moonshine slide
across the river one time giver of two pennies
for the other side
my liver hardens live or pardon me
as i slip a shiv through the shivering hide

urban humor

ah....ma-ma-ma brain jacks demon carpet ride
the dumb backbend catch foot in ya mouth
prosthetic jaws couldn't stop this ya from wilin out
been swinging since 10 years old
me and you, trademarks around the socket
uppercuts thrown way out the ropes and the bell aint
even rung yet
hungry since drowntime superrocks in the pockets
dumbdeaddizzy lightning bolt revivin
keep the stitch tight round my forehead to keep the
menace from flyin out, double bout smash the window
double out
cause mary shelley couldn't handle the nightmares im
talkin bout.