nite_vision

один выходит на дежурство вместо подгулявшего друга-омоновца. Коллизия!
другой читает внутр. монолог у рампы как вам это понравится. Оказия!
Рванул на тишинский, хотел отовариться. У продавца афазия.
гранаты дорого взял мед в сотах и оренбургский платок чтоб долго не париться.
одна лобызала козла в подъезде очень хотела понравиться
но не у сортира же, Ира!
два диплома ребенок дома муж откинул копыта в далекой америке от кобола.
у него ветряная оспа
у нее трехтомник Осипа
Мандельштама.
а вы понимаете что сейчас эту прозу никто ну никто никогда не опубликует нигде
вот и прикинь где
лучше отдать концы
в воронежском застенке
или программистом в банке.
научись опознавать новые формы
что принимают старые тюрьмы.
это сказал кто?
сам ты конь в пальто.
это сказал фуко или де серто, вот кто.

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чесуча.

все что угодно, лишь бы из чесучи.
галстуки, косоворотки, thongs - чесуча чесуча чесуча.
(только бы не молча )
она у меня уже вот где эта ваша чесуча.
Плотная шелковая ткань, обычно желтовато-песочного цвета
назойливая как припев чачача
Мне моя Лара D: подари да подари ей чесучовый передник.
Я только присвистнул:
Ты ж не готовишь, а, Лара D.
Зачем тебе чесучовый передник.

Весенние псы лают громче.
Весенние часы бьют дольше.
Весенние голоса звучат звонче.
Весенние адреса меняют чаще.

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blue ballpoint pen, blue felt pen, paper
Flushing NY 1977
(c) Paul Lembersky





Top of The Line


Arguably one of our best
Did you hear me say arguably
Read my lips ar-gu-ably
Sequestered/Preternaturally/undernurished/my innard child
Yeah right
I don’t mean no eternal rest neither
What RIP more like VIP with a wallet stolen in a latrine
Check out your IP then let me take care of what’s left of your BO gargle and then flee
Don’t you wish you were in on that IPO
PCT all over your ADD offspring with a nosering and restless foot syndrome TO BOOT (ha ha)
roll off your tongue (me not)
Suprasonic my pumpkin d’oh
Don’t get me all mushy post haste
watch your waist line in the limelight for the night/red light district columbia blight is right (that could use some work right?)
You come last this time I come last last time we come undone some other time
(cain't fool some peope who work part time all the time
but you can fill'er up unleaded pls/pump her full of lead like it is happy time on a dime)
what about folks who doin time - give it a thought can THEY vote?
I don't think so.
So what?
'fore you can say bourbon neat
here come
Indisputably striking (5) rosy fingered Aurora playing with her angora
leopard skin pillbox hat
please don’t give me that B on Blonde Dylan shmaltz
I won’t take yes siree for an answer (you wanna waltz - then waltz)
unswervingly spouting banter ah what the hell if it says don’t enter then don't fucking enter
Montague of attractions don’t you radar talk to me that way I don’t need that I can’t go on I will go on like a genuine anglophone
that I am or pretend to be - yet another wannabe
wht did he say he was on
phone home hone that thing you call Dome
Brunellesci don't leave your car key
in ignition its counterintuitive - so wait for Mr. Politician to curtail what passes here for ambition
leave ma girl Florence Nighty-Night alone
she deserves the best she is forensically sound and naturally inclined i don't mean accident prone i mean naturally inclined to stumble and fall but i like her anyway she makes me feel at home even as i count my blessings in the red phone booth in Leicester Sq with another youth or two actually there were close to 22
of us but still i think we lost cause I was fat I'm very fat I'm fat fat fat and that's that but I wasn't born fat i wasn't raised fat i wasn't always fat i got fat sittin on my fat ass eating that
fucking KFC coZ its cheap I may not be Brando fat but I'm Archie Arbucke fat and that's fat. Fat chance Ima lose all that fat. That's a fact. And that's that, yah.


Nov 2, 2007

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and the beat goes on

who was it said language poetry is dead
who was it surmised it aint cool bein' baptized
no more
you said you said yo usaid you
yo said it in private conversation
walls have ears but they sure are tone-deaf
i remember that expression
on your face exasperation
was it in the cafe de loup
mouthing mouthing mao's tao thing
mousy girl in that frilly thing you found not entirely unbecoming. Think!
was it sample sale at comme des garcons
was it pret-a-porte party at John Zorn's
all hands on deck
at your beck and call 24/7
stopping for donut at 7/11
across from that Amoco station
on the corner
keep the change
coroner crooner belting out
strangers in the night
frankie and the rat pack
making out in the back
8-track blaring away
yo whatever happen to basquiat
dashboard bar and grill
chill!

who was it said andy warhol is all but dead
you ms solanas you
rode that wave
yor scum manifesto xeroxed and xanaxed
you walk into the room etc heavily medicated
mildly disturbed but self-contained, reserved
spewing mendacity!!
do you mr jones do you unto others
don't covet red corvette
don't put out to no conceptualist monkey man
it kin hurt you karma
and yr lower chakra # 12
violently happy
bjork off mathew blarney stoned to death
frozen margarita laced with coke
at the point of no return
who said it do me a good turn
was it John Zorn
go easy on that popcorn
he not busy being born

(sam pridumal toka chto chessno ische ne uspel prochitat', potom (c)


vsem bol'shoe spasibo, nu vsem.