a few years back i had my second art show in pittsburgh USA
the thing was that were paintings and there was a little poem for each one
although many are not little poems as i have rambled on and on
i reached into each fucking painting and i wrenched the poem right out it
and then i recited or chanted them or half sung them to a bunch of ambient tracks
until now these tracks were only available as a box set containing post card sized prints
the boxes were individually handmade by our own holly
if you have a box set look after it they are now scarce
i dont even have one myself anymore
i wonder where it is..?
anyway we decided to make the poems available as a 20 dollar download
with 19 tracks bursting with wonderful poetry thats good value you poetry fiends
poems rambling and roaming all over my psyche like a herd of phantom buffalo
daydreaming out loud this is automatic and manual labour of love
this stuff here is like me whispering all this stuff in yer ear
as if i was actually here
the words are divinely inspired a little tired
divinely insipid hellishly tepid
the words fall out of your sky
but you hear them first hear
a must for all fans of all ages and all errors
poetry that will have zebras changing their stripes
leopards in tight spots will cheat a bit
the poetry written by stars and jaguars recited by the rain
poetry for every time and place
the grapevine rag
a wags guide to words
my poetry streams out around me like tendrils in ethers
it will fly to you across the internet
a column will change somewhere
and then the poetry unleashed flying out from me here
to you there it wings its way with winged words
juicy austerity i juggle the paradox of our lives
i decide which poem live and die
i in my poem coming through the wires to tell you something
poetry on tap got poetry if you really want it
sexy sad poems about tigers in cities away in a jungle
yes theres buddha theres daddy theres lou lou theres tiger
lonely city where are you with a love so rare and true?
forget the old testament
this is the brand new testimonial
my own arc of the cover-note
see me free the music from my bass and hear me declaim it hear
poems for the future or poems of the colourfast past
dream poem reverie severing real life
beneath the thin veneer of poet i am a peruvian which doctor
and the thousand eyes of the night are fluttering and bugging out
my poems now come to you of their own accord
breeding poetic thoughts in your fertile feverish mind
here as a true poet
here is a true poet hear
hymn to old school new school
the travelling poems of paintings themselves in cognito ergo sum
poetry to baffle you and hassle you and ignore you when you want it
poetry you could have waited for and never heard before
you will love it you will want it you will have to have it!
why why why are you way way way waiting
hot poetry going so cheap i wonder how they can write em for just over a dollar each
wow poetry so good and well made
the beauty and all that stuff will probably never fade
poetry get it now here hear!
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