Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Trial of WOrms/Conditional Bludgeon

"That Glorious Night, oNe SOW died then rose for Me." --Nobius Black (oNe Nite Pig.)

"If you touch it, I'm gonna start some drama." --Blackeye Peas

"Message from Opticon. Blessed from the fashion bomb. So helpless. Guess what? You're out of time." --Orgy


Trial of WOrms/Conditional Bludgeon


1.)
In the
Trial of WOrms
Spineless crucifixed
Prayer bead people
Long to be held.

But *words* are
Devoid of arms
& I pray backwards.
A fish.

2.)
Judgment:
(feeding time)
Sphinx!
He wants answers
Now.
Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
Ezra Pound: off a balcony.

So dirty, You mud.
Verdict: Maggot love.

O.C.D.
soul
there is still
great capacity
for dREAmS.

3.)
Listen to my Head.
Reinvented every night.
With every breath,
New poetry near.
Eye music.
That Conditional Bludgeon,
Ego defined.

4.)
Bleed in boy.
let L*ve live.
Bombs forever drop.
Markets crash.
McDrone, slave, Wal-Job.

Makes me
Rejoice in
Page filled dinners!
Feast splendid works:

Shakespeare,
Bukowski,
Stan Rice,
O'Hara,
Joyce,
Cummings.

Favorites in a line/
Time's greatest.
Live on and on
--forever--
The feeling of

(Hope:
Different from
All others.)

It sets Us
Free.

--Nobius Black wears too many hats. He’s a father-of-four, Aikido/Fan Kan Jitsu black belt, martial arts school owner/instructor, online book seller, comic book collector, editor, poet, writes the quarterly zine White Rabbit Fall!, scrap dealer, gardener, hiker, obsessive reader, sells professional tools for a "somewhat" living, and the creator of Calliope Nerve and Calliope Nerve Media. Send meds. He doesn’t sleep much.

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