Habitus Poeticus I live inside this crazy head I wish I lived in cunt instead I stay in the place that cold and dark That if you put it to the night You'd see all stars get magnified This bonkers shed that makes me shout When I just want to sing aloud: Of my love for the birds and the bees and the sea and the things, that move, that kiss, that crawl that run and fall I'm jailed among the greyest stuff Not in a thing that's pink and fluff I can't see the world that's out (side) As my headmaster forces me to shout: My love, what have you done! You killed the one! And there is none! nada, zero, zilch, nothing ingenting of anything! Things that don't! Things that won't! Things that can't. I learned to dream inside this bunker space Of the things I can do if I pick up the pace Of the ways to move the rocky mountains Of the moves to turn black into light Of the sounds that make dead come alive I dreamt of the times so far ahead When lips get close and touch instead of screaming, of shouting, of singing, of louting And the harmonies of the worlds ensue All creatures become each other and awe Starts flowing through the veins of the looney head It has no choice but to roll offstead All mouths that are one and each other forbidden is none whispering together My love I love All one Alone Along So long No end No end No end In Lexus Eternum There's no start or meaning to this story No everlasting, posthumous glory When stuff gets slow I want it all pick up the speed When they too fast I pray these times to last It all just seems like sitting on a fence Watch carefully Don't get your buttocks all damn tense When shit gets good I yearn for it to turn to bad And at the moment of this wish There comes the torrent index sad Left not right These thoughts they come at night Left not right These thoughts may start a fight Left not right These thoughts they come I hop into my lexus Running on one wheel I add a dose of extra To see how it will feel The world is getting smooth The sentences all fall Onto the blissful soul I'm blessed without a call ing, Then I'd upgrade my ride With double chemical Chill flowing through the night No goat that's tragical Gass pedal off the full In my pillmobile The words acquire dull I reach for one more reel The periods skip sites The commas hang on trees The grammas join the rites All language set free I slit remaining package Now floating circles five My back clear of the baggage I won't be stopped tonight Left not right These thoughts they come at night Left not right These thoughts will lead to flight Left not right These thoughts they come Somebody touches me below! I'm losing grasp of the control! God's picking mushrooms in my soul! Determined its claws as mole's! I hit the ground my knees bend down! The light is switched, my eyes they drown! The fire encompasses land! The snakes entangle praying hands! The sweat starts running riverwards! The blood gets clotted inside chords! The mouth piece stuck between the words! The wheels roll off the way of Lord! The devil comes, asks no names. Sowing its black seed lit up in flames. Left not right These thoughts they come at night Left not right These thoughts incipit fright Left not right These thoughts they come. Amor Sonus Edgar vigorously attacks classical vacuums Smelting the keys to the castle of tones The chorals of space envelop streets from Paris to Beijing Over the Brooklyn Bridge, the astronomer, drinking, recites electronical poems Martin passes, gets lost The black dog breathes The black dog howls Setting Bourgogne ablaze The chlidren you publically denounce The children that inevitably cause a scandal The ones you forget Or you tell yourself so Piggybacking with Oedipus and Sphinx Into the dreams of seismographic scores American dreams of deserted places All twenty one and a half of them The futures of instruments lending themselves to exigencies of your inner rhythm (Un)fixed to (no) idea Understood by none, few and all The stratospheric collosus of sound Alone, not native A present for some boy's 15th birthday None present when bird comes calling Then too late, as is too common in things about heroes Density as an integral part of the night The laughter in prisms of higher dimensions Fist fights in prisons of lower ones Ionizations that create negative atoms at the equator Eight stamens fueling love letters in elevators Most standing behind their times Most wasting their genius in minutes three Many deaf to music pulsating with life Many unchanged by shape, direction and speed (There I am, Theremin) Few know of the mysteries Even fewer conceive Translate my heart from sonic to graphic Mark my voice on crystal granite Through the looking-glass diaries, Through the volume of two, Let it write itself, Achille to Louise. De Corpora Mali my body is a body for somebody else's body a haven for the dreams of animals wolf ostrich rabbit camel a bloody field for viruses bacterias microagressions caried out in hope for mutants a skinned terrain for bugs and germs and insects continuing its promise to the bitter atoms my body is an open body a body of a thought a thought of a body it welcomes through the mouth the ears and anus all openings for things it fails to notice pronounce or annex a mess of a body an error of one an excess of a double helix infinitely bound to desires of finite travels through surfaced abysses and minor flats reprise of the maps disease of the majors the history that's carved in subjective storage misplaced in the cellars, objectively obscured for the doctor the massagist the coach psychotherapist in ruins of my head there the brain takes the form of a swarm be something to be some thing to sting not, plastic thought fly a lot oh, how it's good to become a bot to the banks of Tigris at the base of my tongue we can get along promise that we can change what's wrong sit on my face and teach my lips the patois of your body do good for our bodies our bad bad bodies Argumentum Humanum places filled with people crossing lands and saying prayers becoming prey and the ones who prey so tired of the real they need a piece of sky for their stomachs hearts and pain the life that isn't theirs the rest of us above the darkest bluest sea will have to do with what is left when nothing's left to do some running low on vitamin C others in a mob getting high on E we all in here keep trying to B falling the domino effect starts with the debt of the superior as you puke out your anger all over the neighbourood area the aid as always comes to late when you've become thing of exterior the languages of help can only grasp the random bits of (your) bodily carier unequal distribution of spaces to get a way forces the rest of us to wait in turn we drink the spirits descending with moonshine camped out under the darkest bluest clouds we rhyme some running low on vitamin D others in a mob counting those Gs we all in here keep trying to B falling alone not quite, together not (yet) bones in the dirt, noise in a thought (less) without subject, outside structure a volume of formless mass makes for a bright erruption in the darkest greenest lands it unfolds the deserted souls take the scene to give mold to the present in time out of hand out of joint turn the wastegrounds to lands without borders with points one for those giving all of the Fs one for those rolling straight to the As one for us here letting it B falling rising