Thursday, August 31, 2006
juicy 2 (veil 5: skin)
the smell
to taste
a touch
inside
dangle
your lust
urge me
to need
ripe apples
the pips
our lips
slip slips
and urgently
i suck your seed
watch me
your lust
wet grit
enters tender skin
the bruised fruit
to taste
a touch
inside
dangle
your lust
urge me
to need
ripe apples
the pips
our lips
slip slips
and urgently
i suck your seed
watch me
your lust
wet grit
enters tender skin
the bruised fruit
# posted by kachen : 1:05 PM
Dwellers 2 (veil 4: mask)
you dwell in viscous silence
cold nether reaching
some small rank glory
close viewing pulls your silky covers
a hard demotion
the promise of scarcity
our impenetrable wonderment diminished
and then I of noise and light
and warm things soft to touch
for so long an intermittent dweller
dislodged, non-commital
I fled with the goods
but discovered only an empty bag
cold nether reaching
some small rank glory
close viewing pulls your silky covers
a hard demotion
the promise of scarcity
our impenetrable wonderment diminished
and then I of noise and light
and warm things soft to touch
for so long an intermittent dweller
dislodged, non-commital
I fled with the goods
but discovered only an empty bag
# posted by kachen : 1:03 PM
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
shared veil 2 (house of pips): 5-7-5
Monday, August 28, 2006
House of Pips, For Pip (veil 3: shared)
under the banner of our sheltering sky
rests our obscure and abundant wood
bordered by chaotic cliffs
the shores of a torrent
and everlasting stony walls
under the verdant roof of our wood
full of enchantment
the miraculous
the gullible and guileless
and unbounded joy
under our sweet, soft, supple canopy
under the verdant roof of our wood
under the banner of our sheltering sky
our hearth
our love
our oaths
under our sweet, soft canopy
under our sweet canopy
peacefully cloistered
from abrasive
thrusting hungers
and the contortions
of grasping blindness
under our supple canopy
our souls’ oasis
the essence of life
we furnish ourselves
against our appointments
with the parched and fragmented
under our soft canopy
reverently
we sing the love
and water the give
our tongues
tell the truth
of living
under our sweet, soft, supple canopy
rests our obscure and abundant wood
bordered by chaotic cliffs
the shores of a torrent
and everlasting stony walls
under the verdant roof of our wood
full of enchantment
the miraculous
the gullible and guileless
and unbounded joy
under our sweet, soft, supple canopy
under the verdant roof of our wood
under the banner of our sheltering sky
our hearth
our love
our oaths
under our sweet, soft canopy
under our sweet canopy
peacefully cloistered
from abrasive
thrusting hungers
and the contortions
of grasping blindness
under our supple canopy
our souls’ oasis
the essence of life
we furnish ourselves
against our appointments
with the parched and fragmented
under our soft canopy
reverently
we sing the love
and water the give
our tongues
tell the truth
of living
under our sweet, soft, supple canopy
# posted by kachen : 11:13 AM
Crayons in catastrophes (veil 2: shield)
It is certainly coming
There’ll be no stopping it
It is on its heavy ass way
Swinging its big shitty dick
Splooging at will
On every clean surface
What stands between us?
What shelters us from its rage?
Toothpicks in tornadoes
Hush puppies in hurricanes
Envelopes in earthquakes
Finger foods in floods
How will we go down?
There’ll be no stopping it
It is on its heavy ass way
Swinging its big shitty dick
Splooging at will
On every clean surface
What stands between us?
What shelters us from its rage?
Toothpicks in tornadoes
Hush puppies in hurricanes
Envelopes in earthquakes
Finger foods in floods
How will we go down?
# posted by kachen : 10:31 AM
see it say (veil 1: language)
what can you say about
the orphaned space between
what you said and
and what you meant
how shall i tend
the savage garden that grows
between the end of your nose
and the tips of my toes
who owns these
unmoored words
splayed akimbo
that lawlessly drift
in the universe
between us
the orphaned space between
what you said and
and what you meant
how shall i tend
the savage garden that grows
between the end of your nose
and the tips of my toes
who owns these
unmoored words
splayed akimbo
that lawlessly drift
in the universe
between us
# posted by kachen : 10:20 AM
Friday, August 25, 2006
Oasis
“we are waiting”
we cry
“can you hear us?”
dust and fear and
the sweat of anticipation
is all that answers us
in this barren
forsaken place
that you see before you
we are waiting
for an eternity
no one ever has visited
our little camp
on purpose
we live in no time
in no place
shuffled about with only
the promise of more dust
more fear
more sweat and yet
(beneath our tattered veil
no one has yet discovered
our fleshy golden fruit
our sweet tea of love
our peppery loin
our heady bouquet
our verdant humor
our elegant honor
still, no one has found
the eternal beauty
of this
our ethereal empire)
we cry
“can you hear us?”
dust and fear and
the sweat of anticipation
is all that answers us
in this barren
forsaken place
that you see before you
we are waiting
for an eternity
no one ever has visited
our little camp
on purpose
we live in no time
in no place
shuffled about with only
the promise of more dust
more fear
more sweat and yet
(beneath our tattered veil
no one has yet discovered
our fleshy golden fruit
our sweet tea of love
our peppery loin
our heady bouquet
our verdant humor
our elegant honor
still, no one has found
the eternal beauty
of this
our ethereal empire)
# posted by kachen : 9:47 AM
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Dwellers
And yet you still dwell
in the viscous silence
of the nether reaches
that gloried your rank.
Once looming, so large,
enticing us to stay
the close viewing that
would pull your silky covers,
our wonderment, after all,
diminished,
now finds you demoted.
Small, cold, hard.
The same impenetrability,
with a new scarcity of promise.
But then, and during most of that,
I was so far away
in what must have been
the opposite direction
of noise and light
and warm things
soft to touch.
And, for so long …
Where have I been
an intermittent dweller?
Where did my life go?
But, nevermind,
my partner in crime
has fled with the goods
leaving me to hold
an empty bag
again.
in the viscous silence
of the nether reaches
that gloried your rank.
Once looming, so large,
enticing us to stay
the close viewing that
would pull your silky covers,
our wonderment, after all,
diminished,
now finds you demoted.
Small, cold, hard.
The same impenetrability,
with a new scarcity of promise.
But then, and during most of that,
I was so far away
in what must have been
the opposite direction
of noise and light
and warm things
soft to touch.
And, for so long …
Where have I been
an intermittent dweller?
Where did my life go?
But, nevermind,
my partner in crime
has fled with the goods
leaving me to hold
an empty bag
again.
# posted by kachen : 10:29 AM
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Vanishing Point
I am gone without a trace.
Except for some doppelgangers
which were liberated from me
years before my departure.
I am permanently taken
in the frame of my self
for the blame of my self
by the name of my self
with the game of myself.
I am permanently taken in
a world of echoes,
of self self echoes.
I am permanently taken.
Each man must
for himself
alone decide …
you can’t take it with you.
The paradox lives for
no one but my self.
I am gone without a trace.
After watching,
through some windows,
the smooth blur
of a river of soft colors and
hard things tear by,
for a pleasant while,
I felt a little rushed.
Wouldn’t you?
Except for some doppelgangers
which were liberated from me
years before my departure.
I am permanently taken
in the frame of my self
for the blame of my self
by the name of my self
with the game of myself.
I am permanently taken in
a world of echoes,
of self self echoes.
I am permanently taken.
Each man must
for himself
alone decide …
you can’t take it with you.
The paradox lives for
no one but my self.
I am gone without a trace.
After watching,
through some windows,
the smooth blur
of a river of soft colors and
hard things tear by,
for a pleasant while,
I felt a little rushed.
Wouldn’t you?
# posted by kachen : 9:53 AM
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
It’s all the samer
There’s no one here,
no one else is left
they’ve all gone to
the bottom of the sea
The watery grave
makes for a peaceless rest
always in motion
under the swells
undulating
drifting
Your stand down
smacked of the nobler
but tasted of the bitterer
Your bid to be supremer
loosed their shackles
but left them
deserted on the tank
Yet here you are
on parched land
yet also
always in motion
under the swells
undulating
drifting
no one else is left
they’ve all gone to
the bottom of the sea
The watery grave
makes for a peaceless rest
always in motion
under the swells
undulating
drifting
Your stand down
smacked of the nobler
but tasted of the bitterer
Your bid to be supremer
loosed their shackles
but left them
deserted on the tank
Yet here you are
on parched land
yet also
always in motion
under the swells
undulating
drifting
# posted by kachen : 10:22 AM
Monday, August 21, 2006
juicy
the smell
to taste
a touch
the crevices
urge me gently
to need
your lust dangles
for ripe apples
the pips
toy with our lips
and urgently
i suck your seed
watch me
for your slathering lust
to dig its wet grit
into the supple skin
of my
bruised fruit
to taste
a touch
the crevices
urge me gently
to need
your lust dangles
for ripe apples
the pips
toy with our lips
and urgently
i suck your seed
watch me
for your slathering lust
to dig its wet grit
into the supple skin
of my
bruised fruit
# posted by kachen : 9:18 AM
No more promises
I didn’t do it
It wasn’t me
I gave you my sword
And found you out
Accidents
Promises
I gave you my word
In some foreign tongue
To secret a snoop
To secret a sneak
I give you nothing more
Already I’ve been on the take
It wasn’t me
I gave you my sword
And found you out
Accidents
Promises
I gave you my word
In some foreign tongue
To secret a snoop
To secret a sneak
I give you nothing more
Already I’ve been on the take
# posted by kachen : 9:07 AM
Waters’ edge
Where mountains meet water
landscapes are born
and raised
and sent upon the earth
sharing the gleanings of ages
with thriving attendants
Where inside meets out
the skin is mapped
border crossings are fixed
and the entrants negotiate
a means of exchange
for fertile bounty
# posted by kachen : 8:58 AM
Friday, August 18, 2006
melt
falling through is to enter into
the translucent skin
of the lost and little
taken but not loved
awaken but not moved
ruptured
the membrane between us
failed
entered
my watchful eye
had no place there
yet
i stayed
inside
tell it
that is forgotten
on the green
green hilltop
we sway to listen
hand in hand
smiles lost and little fading
as the dead light of noon
melts our waxy tongues
# posted by kachen : 10:12 AM
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Render
Stealth vacates the verdant wood
Leaving it to beetles and babies
Slow drips softly sounding
Those everlasting rotting leaves
And plentiful things that
Make wild noises
Stealth infuses the terminal city
We itch in great numbers
Scratching at the threads
Of the deep of the deep
Our old human wounds
We openly bleed
Feeble in a wee glimmer
Leaving it to beetles and babies
Slow drips softly sounding
Those everlasting rotting leaves
And plentiful things that
Make wild noises
Stealth infuses the terminal city
We itch in great numbers
Scratching at the threads
Of the deep of the deep
Our old human wounds
We openly bleed
Feeble in a wee glimmer
# posted by kachen : 11:07 AM
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
all about trouble
trouble treasures me, pesters the ostrich,
floods every flat surface, and steals foxtails from the yard
trouble eats flies and covets kitties and out of her mouth drips
festive and frothy love soap that saturates over-protected underbellies
i wash my hands of trouble constantly only to find
a whiff of comfort that has stained again and again
i urge to love i also urge to rise a free player, anti-closer
pardon me while I contemplate desertion
# posted by kachen : 3:38 PM
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Slow Flow
Ancient waters cycle
The weight of ages
In tremendous skin
Ancient waters flow
Enemies of rhythm
Hurry and wait
Soaked and rolled
Under the load
Of ancient waters
Down, down, down
Why don’t they head
to higher ground?
Unfurl those bright flags
You have been waving
Over ancient waters
And weave a big mat
For all of us to
Ride, ride, ride
Over ancient waters
Delays and victories
All the same
To ancient waters
# posted by kachen : 12:22 PM
Monday, August 14, 2006
eremite impulse
she carved her own backbench
in the light of the glade of the
silent wood, one evening,
with solid bits and fluff and sticks
no one could corroborate.
her solid base is motion, to spur
action
sometimes
spinning in while out with
ease
grasping the edges squanders the center.
look at her stuff! the moving, gooing, caressing
stuff
that touches her
skin
she forgets her borders.
looking at where she’s heading,
she throws her energy the other way
riding the swoop of her own making,
the centrifugal force
heady, woozy, yummy
the giddy flight is her gift.
# posted by kachen : 10:09 AM
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Probe
in
250
major fires wound homey faces
70
questions explode in crisis
22
at least three are plotting to kill in Indiana
20
killing rockets are fired into the bush
4
suspect
3
elsewhere
# posted by kachen : 11:25 AM
Cola War Refugees
Millions evacuate as the super-sticky typhoon
Slams the coast of China.
With Coke and Pepsi flooding the region,
The war is on.
Terrorized citizens try to flee,
But their biometric passports have been hacked,
And traded during arms sales to Iran.
The refugee’s faces are banned in India;
Deadly force against them is authorized in Ethiopia, and
The British hunt them down to slap them.
Authorities everywhere are plotting their arrests.
# posted by kachen : 11:24 AM
Friday, August 11, 2006
Succubus 1
Nearly silent winging
Very near
Just over there
Purposefully working
Till once again
Full of casual terror
Wanting to be deadly close
Plugged in, humbly
Time and again
# posted by kachen : 8:46 AM
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Rage Serenade
All of its own accord, and
with no one’s permission,
it slipped gingerly into the mouth
of the rough hewn crevasse. Wending
it’s easy way down, playfully jostled
between the cold and warm air
pockets, toward the center of the earth.
Simply a song to sing
along the elementary journey.
A sweet and lucid smallness,
the song is echoed and amplified, filling the
chasm and broadcasting out of it,
serenading the world
with tender acceptance and unconditional love.
We confess it touches us deeply.
And yet, or in spite,
as touched as we are,
we also demand action,
a doing must not fail to be done.
We begin to coax for a broader slit.
There will be no delays for
dawdling and dallying. Rebelling
against our rising with confessions
of ease and grace and charm,
will not be tolerated
Our message is urgent
and will rage until delivered.
We ready the push and loose the ride
to slam a super big widening offensive
like a killer typhoon
upon the bowels of the earth.
No losses are too great in our war against
Smallness.
with no one’s permission,
it slipped gingerly into the mouth
of the rough hewn crevasse. Wending
it’s easy way down, playfully jostled
between the cold and warm air
pockets, toward the center of the earth.
Simply a song to sing
along the elementary journey.
A sweet and lucid smallness,
the song is echoed and amplified, filling the
chasm and broadcasting out of it,
serenading the world
with tender acceptance and unconditional love.
We confess it touches us deeply.
And yet, or in spite,
as touched as we are,
we also demand action,
a doing must not fail to be done.
We begin to coax for a broader slit.
There will be no delays for
dawdling and dallying. Rebelling
against our rising with confessions
of ease and grace and charm,
will not be tolerated
Our message is urgent
and will rage until delivered.
We ready the push and loose the ride
to slam a super big widening offensive
like a killer typhoon
upon the bowels of the earth.
No losses are too great in our war against
Smallness.
# posted by kachen : 9:40 AM
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Fruit Cart
Press a path for discovery
Shine it closer to recovery
Nevermind the protest
Celebrate the road test
Victories don’t come in bits and parts
We ride them wholly in our little carts
We know the primary resolution
So let’s jump on the next evolution
We don’t need an ambush
Just a good solid gut rush
Oh, we’ll know our duty
‘Cause life is good and fruity
I’ll roll that on my tongue
And no one will get hung
To finish this tome
And bring it on home
When we do the love well
We all have nothing to sell
# posted by kachen : 7:37 PM
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Continuous Drop
Plundering my assets
I conserve a little week,
thriving in the bowl.
Despite my losses,
I’d rather take a hike
than guard your street limits
for second prospects.
My vanishing continues your drop,
causing your teenage students
to neglect their entertainments.
Spending your profit,
wanting this girl
in the LA River …
O, the habits of class.
# posted by kachen : 11:53 AM
Monday, August 07, 2006
40 to 1
Saddling up,
manatees ride with the hunt;
trying out the violence
in the expanse of the killing wood.
O,
drink before killing,
golf in the backyard,
probe the suspect:
40 to 1.
When curly smoke
urges
preistly revisions,
the death toll from
same-sex unions at the Vatican
will make a 360° accident, and stop all video.
Out it wants,
flames dance on the water.
Drink before killing,
backyard lessons
probe the suspect:
40 to 1.
A racer’s accidental driving
kills tourist on the Hudson River.
She was cruising for drugs,
threatening some teens and
the roommates of our Girl Scouts.
Blame it on the mom.
Over it goes,
drink before killing,
backyard probes,
the suspect is finished:
40 to 1
it’s 40 to life.
# posted by kachen : 11:25 AM
From Here to Went
Unfamiliar t-shirts arrived
expected
zero to France in 7 months
Delayed soldiers reinforce
the lesser of our favorite foes
diagnosed
they’d kill for some lousy mints
and plan to see a show
Slain, or in the middle,
civilian draftees went
from all the U.S. places
Sometimes lingering out of bed
worked up
questioning the punishment
Lamont went
from here, hours ago
expected
zero to France in 7 months
Delayed soldiers reinforce
the lesser of our favorite foes
diagnosed
they’d kill for some lousy mints
and plan to see a show
Slain, or in the middle,
civilian draftees went
from all the U.S. places
Sometimes lingering out of bed
worked up
questioning the punishment
Lamont went
from here, hours ago
# posted by kachen : 10:25 AM
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Swallow
Our uneasy summer air is offending the Christians.
Sticky, heavy, spicy, wafting tendrils tease their nostrils,
Tempt their taste buds, and harass their salivary glands,
Calling out those 6 vivid temptations,
That send them to their knees in cold, dark, small boxes,
And send us to our private pleasures
In those cold, dark, large boxes we call movie theatres.
And so, Master’s guttural breakdown dismisses the Big Game,
Striking, hitting, rebelling against a new deal,
He seeks solace in hokey pastimes and piggish pleasures.
That’s when horse racing reached new highs in our marble lobby,
The pretty maidens from Cuba, Sri Lanka, Beirut,
And other triple-digit areas, beat all the odds,
Prancing gaily in our echoing chamber for the world’s camera eye,
Despite the heavy olive branch garlands straining their necks,
And the sacs of recompense bound to their delicate bodices.
And so, Democracy is resolved in France and California,
The taste sensations aligned and divine,
The stalks of the stocks embedded in peace and delirium.
The rest of the world weeps,
Having no wet resolution,
Only the dry toast of some uncorporeal host,
For bed and hearth, for supper and heart.
# posted by kachen : 8:51 AM
Friday, August 04, 2006
Good Work Darkly
In the Cambodia hot zone
lost people are traded for
dark, not just, and
good videos.
The trade industry continues to
reveal an all too common genocide
at the center,
linked to their Southeast Asian culture.
Locals find ways to
restore creative sex boom
and appear to be doing good work.
Important,
dark,
and fully
good work.
lost people are traded for
dark, not just, and
good videos.
The trade industry continues to
reveal an all too common genocide
at the center,
linked to their Southeast Asian culture.
Locals find ways to
restore creative sex boom
and appear to be doing good work.
Important,
dark,
and fully
good work.
# posted by kachen : 10:19 AM
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Sex the Guns
It is.
It seems more than ...
in the proper moment.
Beneath, no, embedded,
possibly serene,
dusk-lit violence, amber ...
idyllic even.
In it you discover
this place,
rather worse than the violence,
is the sexual beauty of the soaring hilltops
That’s it.
From Bukavu, looking across Lake Kivu;
it’s the Congo guns.
Raping.
# posted by kachen : 12:57 PM
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
it was not, nor without
Air strikes bloodless centers
Precise destruction
Full strikes build associations
Targeted repercussions,
Enough
Israel strikes civilian
Report questions
Full missile entry,
Complete
Women children
Strike the region
Their destruction now destroyed
Strike while the collateral damage is with you
Hitting casualties, enough
Read enough to avoid doing
Raise a bus with which to flee
Precise destruction
Full strikes build associations
Targeted repercussions,
Enough
Israel strikes civilian
Report questions
Full missile entry,
Complete
Women children
Strike the region
Their destruction now destroyed
Strike while the collateral damage is with you
Hitting casualties, enough
Read enough to avoid doing
Raise a bus with which to flee
# posted by kachen : 7:46 AM
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
stay the TIDES
stay the TIDES
death Warns
lebanese Castro the british sheriff
Afghan is two Koreas report
gazans ILL but
Israel’s planned panic
ambushed after the attack,
forgetting:
The Debate,
The arrests,
The South,
The dark winds,
to find:
In the gunfire,
In the troops,
In the race to kill,
A lull …
A finding …
An exchange …
The office of saving lives Steps Aside … for now
death Warns
lebanese Castro the british sheriff
Afghan is two Koreas report
gazans ILL but
Israel’s planned panic
ambushed after the attack,
forgetting:
The Debate,
The arrests,
The South,
The dark winds,
to find:
In the gunfire,
In the troops,
In the race to kill,
A lull …
A finding …
An exchange …
The office of saving lives Steps Aside … for now
# posted by kachen : 8:36 AM
