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Touch up Cut up

Post by Lightning Rod » August 30th, 2008, 2:27 pm

both of my left feet wish they were dancers
my blind eye sees better than the good one
the only hope is brain surgery
and I can't do it in the mirror

I'm spitting rasputin diamonds
one carat bb's
put your eye out and barely feel it
I'll have a sprig of lilac in my mescal

poetry is a tissue paper tsunami
vaccines have no effect, nor
is there a cure
just bodies washed up on the shore
derelicts and vagabonds
hitch-hiking to eternity

I use tobasco sauce for shaving cream
there is no cure
hell is the best place to be in winter
my career is waking up tomorrow morning
if the cops come, tell them you don't know me.


I think in my next life I will either be
a NASCAR driver or a figure skating violinist
I haven't decided which


movie stars and models are a bore
and millionaires have too much responsibility

next life?

or maybe I'll come back as
a brain surgeon or a plumber
you know, like learn a trade
anything but a poet

I met tesla in a urinal one time
he was sitting under the arc of the covenant
reading a newspaper.
haz-mat air fresheners

the last batch of crank I cooked
cost me four years
but all the junkies and junkettes
cheered when I came back meaner than ever

nothing like the smell of piss
and haz-mat air fresheners
to make you want to fight
my bodkin is bare naked
like a noose frolicking.

I remember the smell of ether
and homemade boys
eliminating beer
and reading graffiti
there is a cigarette butt
just under my eyelid

blindness can be defined as oxycontin
or an oxymoron limbaugh kitsch
not living in a Bradbury novel
with Britany and Paris
all the junkies and junkettes

My cell exploded in my ear
and that was lucky for me
AT&T doesn't bother me anymore

scat da lite fantastic
firecrackers in a vacuum
my baby got laigs
like skinny as the neck
of a ripple bottle
and my reggae forskin
tangled like dread in labia
lika tissue paper tsunami

it may be ripple on friday nite
but by sunday morning it's thunderbird
and haz-mat air fresheners
there is a cigarette butt
just under my eyelid
it feels like a Salem or a Kool

in prison I had a recurring dream
I was cooking a hundred dilaudids
in a saucepan
I would draw the shot up
find the vein
but I always woke up
before I could mash the plunger
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

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Post by libberator » August 31st, 2008, 7:34 pm

what an eclectic collection of lines,

how did you make it?
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Post by Lightning Rod » August 31st, 2008, 7:40 pm

this was a cutup done starting with a poem that I had written
first I cut it up quickly
then I did some more careful editing

I don't usually do pure cutups, which are from random text arranged in a random way. I do cut ups mainly from my own material. Repetition is the key to magic.
"These words don't make me a poet, these Eyes make me a poet."

The Poet's Eye

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Post by libberator » August 31st, 2008, 7:48 pm

I like using stuff written by others,
it gives me a chance to peer into their heads
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