Vacana of Between XVII

good quality

elements

seem harder to come

by in our

consumer

society

Rimu dug out of a swamp, now Tokotoko

now walking/talking

stick

i would have referred to it as a cane in paler days

dug out

of a swamp

carved into your

hands

The Russian Nomad went to Peru

wearing only a backpack

and a handfull of dictionary words

to explore ancient ruins

and see between the words

instead of a ruin, where the blank was uncharted

outdated

a small village greeted him

following the trails of a river

the coded words are still hiding

bloodied after climbing

the smooth rock of ravines

the night was warm

chewing cocoa leaves

and sucking sugar canes

with the locals

Vacana of between XVI

The
siamese carries
news of bunnies

and Ahmadinejad
seems to rock

foundations

the democratic system
was meant
to

divide and conquer
against Khamenei,
Mousavi

they choose the
ride, steed
goes

global voice
save the green

dove

not white this
time around
it

covers up the
red and
yellow

leaves which had
been eaten
by

the bunny dead
in my
garden

they breed them
in the
house

behind
the fence
they sell pets
an
alpaca looks
over the barrier

my

their

hands are

bloody but

clean in the

bright open eyes

Matariki with the Eyes of the Valkyries

Vacana of Between XV

The cav-

ity

covered in shot

black and red taffeta

waterfall curtain

is not hollow

behind the main street of Ponsonby road

oppos

it

johns submerged buildings

the metal fence grits like rickety teeth

around the Soho hole

protecting an urban beach and swimming pool

for no one

the cav

e

a

cabaret of volt

air

e

full of holes

the puzzle is

dissonant

polar

tomoe

sandpaper at edges
is a slow process

I HUM i HeruUhaM spirare plus tus of Be tweihn(ai)

Listening to : Gojira – From mars to Sirius , Terra Incognita, The Way of All Flesh
reading/research: Gaza and Israel , Derrida, Biodiversity, Shinto Trinity, Borromean rings


structure of Home of global roots

This seems so familiar
So sure I knew this place
you can never return
Home; you can change
become
a new terravore scape


there is nothing wrong with
killing
Hunting to eat
your meat the crown of feat
it’s the way. the way; the
way the same way you eat
or not wether you eat
their blissful sky until
your numb
you do

nothing
to entice them to stop
them
in your abstinence
evolve
protect
balance

devolve
wipe out
rape the

habitat
seed the
home


there is no
thing wrong with

our Home and the killer
in us is
not your enemy friend fiend






Home strong
is the wheel that churns spirit of the grain

hear the rise of my despair thank you for your
blood splatter on the joke of big bullys’ peace
take his price from mister Nobel
thank you for the gunpowder they made great bombs
Alfred what good did it do?
price daemons
here to destroy wipe
your future clean
they want to eat you r tears , drink you
r history promised by the Yaldabaoth yellabout
freedom for the Tyrant freedom for the Feet
Body of the moon is a statue Eyes of the sun obscured
with heavy makeup can’t even see the old lines
of Horus her slutty eye , model anorexic glint
holds you with a clitoral hypno embrace can’t resist the juice she burns with
legal pills and herbs riding on the first wave of science in experimental frothing
we do this to ourselves , the head-on rush at the brick wall dystopia
prophecy is made in the writing of our Dreams ; Mare of the night taints it
when the burn of the fire holds you in fear ; only left with the shadows
distorted and stretched interpretations of the dancers Howl to the shine of
Man on the satellite , nocturnal always blinded by the brilliance of
unmasked eyes
she still lives in there
she still stays in there
stir
stir
stir
will we find the path to awake
deconstruct triple fire wheel unbreakable rings


eye(i) sore(soar) so(zoo) well I drink

dragging(dragon) this (tease) weight(wit) moan(mon)ster(stare)

still I stand and do(door) master(muster)
live(leave)


part ii

this rope is made of human hair
the well is made of human bones
cemented by our skin and nails
the rope is alive with fungus and worms , held in place by wax
burning off the frayed edges to keep it looking smooth, thinning
rope is tied
to the bucket that eats out of the well


teeth staple its wood together
as complexity reverses devolution fades the colour
in the face of being of flux of dreams
anaemic white weak
you expect me to abandon the well
the rustic notion ignorance of Arcadia
your Fiesta choked on the end of the rainbow
living in a mist returning to cross the river
thinking it was the same ever changing river

the well sits on a grassy knoll
overlooking the ocean
with an umbilical to underground lakes ;
puddles of creativity that pool into a global lake

we have the ability to be the most enlightened generation
of our known history
how can you see ?

I am pseudo partly-blind ; poor vision ; - 6.5
but my glasses and contacts work fine
ready access to a different vision ; spectre ; dimension of light,
broken ? , distorted ? , she changes more readily with the mind
in this flared out vision


the knoll is fenced in ; mirror maze borders ; with masquerade
killers living at each dead end; alleyways are their eyes ;
main streets are their glowing glassball ; reflection of a mask














sacrifice
the child of the slave to the master
owl to the bull
sacrifice
moloch to the goddess
molek to Sofia
golden donkey/elephant to the stone owl
in the Bohemian Grove

mule is growing restless in pyramids
searching the geometry ; genome bricks
of dimensional fertility
in the steppingstones of an unwritten past
roots filtered into culture through stolen symbols
the flux remains alive because of your numb minds
stole my heart and soul now you carry it on your back
to my children as they will break your back on the bridge
where the ugliest man grew into you and inverted cripple be
came your name as we soar leviathan ; flying whale over panels
magnetic subzero dynamos spiral twist spin past the ghost of time
who meditates silently on the pied mountain atop the owl; cow melted
into the donkey and elephant, in the lemon tree the snake hangs like an emerald
necklace around the hawks neck ; pecking eagle eyes ; eating eagle tongue

Home Strong
living roots are mine
to keep in the soil

global roots are ours

you can’t Tyranise
the home out of me you cant
bomb my home from me
global voice can’t have
this tyrant body
will bloat explode
from internal jabbing
fall yellaboutstones
diamond is written in our text
manifest dystopia unravelled
falling falling
it’s happening right now it’s happening to you

global roots are ours

Vacana of between xiv

I real ly want

jeg oensker meg over alt
et nytt
a new
norsk
keyboard
for mac

saa jeg kan si hoere
without it looking like I'm saying
whore

it's really irriterende
jaevlig health else
eller erre esse , else
it's some

vine-twine my textual
vocal cord is unplugged
now rusty - i call it rustic
men det er egentlig bare rusta
med tenner av flerra flak
som jeg lapper sammen
holder sammen, holding the sami
reindeer I saw in a movie
-Veiviseren - clear in my mind
hadde de reinsdyr? jeg
er ikke sikker men det maler et
nydelig bilde
ikke
true as the history we paint
as the world we create

but most of all
I just want a new norwegian keyboard
norsk

I HUM i HeruUhaM spirare plus tus of Be tweihn(ai)

naa er jeg drit lei av draaper som formerer seg og spytter seg over beina istendenfor aa prate i et simmer sammen, s lik at vi kan spre oss uten aa ro

naa er jeg drit lei av draaper som formerer seg
og spytter seg over beina istendenfor aa prate
i et simmer sammen, s lik at vi kan spre oss
uten aa rooere bakken




it only takes one drop
of spillage
before it splatters out
each droplet growing
what was that you said? was that growing or blowing? yes
I think it was blowing like felatio; his name was Felatio
and he was one one who could read the Rorschach grapevine
no? no! I’m just shoving in some feathers here, where I can
gonna get a chicken
I like fried aircastles
they’re golden run down shacks
in the blue sky blocked by coiling grey clouds
it’s a reverberating chattering
bubbling as each creates
internal liquids
multi-
coloured with little facetted eyes
sometimes grows fingers
sometimes whole limbs that
ply
out your onlooking glassballs
and take your legs out in an


explosion

you enjoyed that didn’t you?
I like explosions too sometimes
it’s in this space you find chaos
embracing globules that fat together
wiggling their tails , swimming with
a karmic purpose , not the eleventh purpose

eye of Horus in that calm cusp of a face
there’s an internal hysterical laughter
he is red in the sky blowing his own horn tower ; ashes give the richest soil
it’s a static distortion
dynamic that’s the Yaweh yaldabath oherum ahmen-ka-damehn
talking saying ymni omni oni on oh ho no ino inmo in my na
me
this is more like the purpose of 661 , where the 6 and 9 are inverted polars equally exclusive but dimensional to each other and 1 is the all and the none that is something ; being; 6 6
1 of horns. being of horns
2 karmic purpose of being with horns
3 purpose of horns
4 hooves matter is the horn to soil
5 never swim as they are the ocean

7 8 9
see hear speak
nothing

view absorb discuss
everything
notice listen investigate
all
evade zone-out yatter
NOT
be
1
99

because you’re here it’s because you’re here
that I
have this purpose; fuelled by a sort
of survival instinct
this bloated pidgin virus of a mob
makes your horns straighten
whitened and bleached
polished by societies heel
sharp; want to slip into your
soft foundation and rip into your
crossbeams and supporting structures
until you crumble ; and no I
don’t really care if you fall on me
even though it will really hurt
my stones are coated in hardened crystals
grown from the chemicals
that the anatomist node gave to the alchemist node
from the whiteknucled moments caused
by spillage and the frothing
of mouths see hear speak
evade zoneout yatter

who made this fuckin mess on the floor
here as I walk through the clear path
that the exploding chaos opens up
…because I’m left here to clean it up now
fine … I’ll clean it up
that’s what you get
for spilling a drop
fine; ashes give the richest soil
but these aren’t really ashes; you don’t burn do you
liquid bloating spilling frothing body
you just bubble and make a resin
once I flare you, you are a black ooze
but even the blackest dirtiest gunk
can be dissected , ..distilled I mean, ; purified really
into a golden liquid
I have my horns I have my pen dipped in golden liquid spillage