tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48969407609978693322024-03-13T17:31:18.321-04:00the jelly scourgeunder☮construction. +/-feedback wanted.
the importance of nonsense hardly can be overstated. the more clearly we experience something as 'nonsense', the more clearly we are experiencing the boundaries of our own self-imposed cognitive structures. 'nonsense' is that which does not fit into the prearranged patterns which we have superimposed on reality. there is no such thing as 'nonsense' apart from a judgmental intellect which calls it that.frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comBlogger150125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-25897090132734327402015-02-26T22:58:00.003-05:002015-02-26T22:58:53.062-05:00this poem is for you, specificallyTHESE ARE MOIST TIMES WE LIVE IN. IF<br />
THINGS DON'T EXPLODE - THEY MELT.<br />
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, EVERYTHING GETS<br />
WET. ASHES TO ACID, DUST TO PUS.<br />
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER, EVERYTHING GETS<br />
WET. SALTY SALIVA, SPERMY SWEAT<br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
O9frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-89385008761973405332015-02-26T20:01:00.002-05:002015-02-26T20:01:52.560-05:00out of body, not a dream. recountedi have traversed<br />
several levels beyond<br />
my bodily bed<br />
<br />
perched on a picket<br />
single pinprick on a strand<br />
of a wooden fence that<br />
measures this otherly land<br />
<br />
flesh weight remains in<br />
the human room<br />
consciousness both the<br />
rider and the broom<br />
<br />
when i came out of my shell<br />
it wasn't intentional<br />
3rd eye first out of my skull<br />
an unfetteredly fall<br />
<br />
flight was unsteady<br />
my astral self somehow still<br />
sacrum heavyfrans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-71374815607540148172015-02-26T19:53:00.001-05:002015-02-26T19:53:54.480-05:00following my first confrontation with the would-be in-lawsdaughter wept<br />
the baby<br />
lay in bed<br />
blazing wet<br />
their eyes turned<br />
down on me<br />
shoulders set<br />
shields against<br />
reasoning<br />
secrets met<br />
"you're messing<br />
him up, you"<br />
debt heiress,<br />
intruder.<br />
tomorrow<br />
morn- regret<br />
those of us<br />
who might've<br />
must forget<br />
wont I learn<br />
what is gold:<br />
Silence keptfrans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-26677045665626733382012-12-25T00:19:00.000-05:002015-02-26T20:02:13.662-05:00poem [w]o(e)menred red feminine wine<br />
seeping copper flavoured brine<br />
well, im so fucking pure<br />
if you cut me id merely bleed milk<br />
and if you spun me in orgasmic whirls<br />
from my clam id bleed pearls<br />
<br />
...<br />
o9frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-83694460657670121082012-11-09T15:41:00.000-05:002015-02-26T20:02:28.837-05:00november 9 2009<div style="font: 16px Helvetica Neue UltraLight; margin: 0px;">
</div>
<div style="font: 16px Helvetica; margin: 0px; text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: courier new;">hips inexorably rise</span></div>
<div style="font: 16px Helvetica; margin: 0px; text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: courier new;">like a soft box or a floating cup</span></div>
<div style="font: 16px Helvetica; margin: 0px; text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: courier new;">a receptacle for sour milk</span></div>
<div style="font: 16px Helvetica; margin: 0px; text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: courier new;">cotton warheads and gummiworms</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: courier new;">-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: courier new;">o9</span></div>
frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-81750187928217914162012-10-26T17:51:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:07:42.487-05:00nothing but rain<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold;">CLOUDS OF DIRT OVERHEAD</span></div>
<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">NO DRAGONS OR RABBITS</span></b></div>
<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">OR CASTLES TO BE HAD</span></b></div>
<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">JUST DARK, SULLEN FOG</span></b></div>
<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">PREGNANT WITH RAIN</span></b></div>
<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">CHALLENGING PICNICS</span></b></div>
<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">AND BIKE RIDES</span></b></div>
<div style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">HAUNTING THE DAY</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"><b><br /></b>
<b><br /></b>
<b>-</b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">o9</span></b></div>
frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-63462920658142178052012-10-20T21:33:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:08:03.750-05:00a poem that took four years to be written<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">BROWS STITCHED </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">NECKS STIFF </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">PENCILS SCRIBBLE </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">TEACHER'S DRIVEL </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">EXCEPT ONE </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">CALLED DUNCE </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">EYES CLOSED </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">PENCIL POSED </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">HEAD NODDING </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">DREAM TRODDING </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">ONE MORE</span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">CALLED WHORE </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">LOW SHIRT </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">MR. PERVERT</span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">LEGS OPEN </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">TEACHER'S TOKEN </span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">HIGHSCHOOL:</span></b></div>
<div style="font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">EXCESS DROOL.</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><br /></b>
<b>-</b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">o9</span></b></div>
frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-23665743840815172182012-04-16T09:25:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:02:44.650-05:00love in the 3rd dimension<br />
soft skin<br />
dilated pupils<br />
hot breath<br />
rustle touch<br />
loud fingerprints<br />
and double wrinkles<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br />
words are efficient<br />
but often insufficient<br />
ideas are transient<br />
the way to explain are limited<br />
be fast be real be anything<br />
do what you see<br />
and what seems<br />
to pretend is<br />
to be<br />
<br />
<br />
smile and let live<br />
take notes not prisoners<br />
take to to kid<br />
kid<br />
<br />
-<br />
o10</div>
frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-37849162012547370232012-04-09T20:27:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:02:58.132-05:00prostitute||patriotarthritis for the dead rigormortis rigged a stitch a quickened step a rush a wet spot in the bed a sorry a not and a worry a mother the mother of grace and her greedy little girl the baby the drool spit spittle spit-up sit-up chin-up get up stay up a slit a smooth one a clean cut a doozie a did amid a whodunit who was there a fever a hit high pitch a fast ball a fast track a race a rat a poke in the face a fetch a looker a street urchin a junkie a girlfriend a hooker tie the knot seal the deal sign and deliver stand or be eaten swim or sink or spin or sweat a taste the flavour do me a favour do me no favors be gone lassie rush hour traffic bumper to bumper a bummer another cold supper a recital tardy the no show the curtain call the 1-800 the voice the talk the talk the talk flat on your face a bug bite a scratch on the back a pat on the back a clap give 'em a hand my ain't they somfin' folks that's all all is well well, please say please say thankyou no thank you missus mister here is the roster all here who's missing teeth pulled a hysterectomy medicine for acne no preggo No too late to little sweet nothing feel nothing felt it but don't remember the time the times oh it doesn't matter not now not ere not ever not if i can help it what a good little helper a brownie a point a sash and a badge a ribbon a certificate a goodie bag a dollar or four another minute an empty purse a wallet and pictures scroll and a toll bridge a troll under this how many burned how many built a cookie a cracker a monster a master a lock a key a tune play the C get the drift log grab a brick out pops the toaster a little burnt but hey that's toast a darkly a scanner a fatter happily american after a starbucks a coffee flower no more power a race car driver 4 wheels suspension dual side airbags backward facing car seat sleeping youngsters tinted windows sunburnt eyes farmer's tans hicks hillbillies soccerstars and rovers on mars candy and popcorn movies and sex paper or plastic debit or credit he'll regret it a wrapper a condom he came too soon she felt it she liked it she didn't care then but she did when she puked a seedle a needle to fix the problem in time for prom dance get a good dress a matching tie borrow out last years this one will be different, rather, better i can't believe it's not butter(!) frenches yellow mustard as much as you want no calories ketchup catsup heinz #57 america the beautiful the spray tanned the surgery the bypass triplicate the newspaper the great fireworks for easter christ our saviour is risen he is livin' he is watching he is taking notes doctor the doctor you better go if you know what's good for you that's because you don't but he's got the saddle he's got the thermometer for pumpkin and chicken dinner winnnnner and any other holiday splurge splurge payday paycheck empty account maintenance fees gonna bite your ass can you put down the cash how you gonna pay rent you gonna write a check. mate<br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
o10frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-33263794155851788932012-04-09T20:17:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:03:11.180-05:00(ignorace cycle) jaded stairwell. }}phase logfirst i was amused<br />
<br />
then i was grateful<br />
<br />
then i was suspicious<br />
<br />
then i was paranoid<br />
<br />
then i was disappointed<br />
<br />
then i was apathetic<br />
<br />
then i was selfish<br />
<br />
then i was confused<br />
<br />
then i was frantic<br />
<br />
then i was vindictive<br />
<br />
then i was reminded<br />
<br />
then i was bitter<br />
<br />
then i was sarcastic<br />
<br />
then i was amused<br />
<br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
o10frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-55011999382839802172012-04-07T18:22:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:03:23.000-05:00power struggleorange aura that's how i-you can recognize you-me burnt umber old and crisp stale and crackling carbonated vibrating colour of badly dyed blonde hair peppering and irregular orange peels stretching outward for appx. 4 ft. surging towards lights, flaring and searing me-you sit on my-your chest and your-my magic making hands try to make me-you dead & finally quiet your-my big orange, you-me, courting my-your dusty purple, my-your delicate lavender the colour of my-your voice fragility not it's a volatile hue & your-my hard light might try to smother my-your gentle periwinkle curls but did you-i forget to calculate the dark fuschia undertone, the harsh deep pink i-you keep in my-your core & save for moments such as these my-your colour second coming is not to be underestimated i-you look dipped in that strange dark but bright purple dissonace the colour is shining, almost like wet and i-you took your-my orange and electrical crimson offshoots into my-your great efflorescing envelope and fed upon your-my anger and reverberated it in royal waves<br />
<br />
-<br />
o10frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-794114600507073422012-04-07T16:23:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:03:38.484-05:00obsolete- LUNCH songso you always wanted to be a watchmaker<br />
i delight in little tendancies anachronistic<br />
they cut me from the same late driftwood<br />
i should have been a cartographer<br />
<br />
i often wonder<br />
<div>
what will become of us?<br />
the lexicographers the bread-kneaders<br />
the grape stompers& the pistachio shellers<br />
<br />
oh, my<br />
boy i<br />
should have been a cartographer<br />
or a watchmaker<br />
lurid is<br />
every substitution; he is<br />
tending towards the anachronistic<br />
endowed with idle douceur<br />
<br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
o10</div>
frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-1118156810078567422012-03-13T11:50:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:03:53.857-05:00<div style="text-align: right;">
i'm a</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
monkey poet</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
word baboon howling at the moon</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
in a windowless room<br />
<br />
-<br />
o9</div>
frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-58820371711375962192012-03-11T14:13:00.000-04:002015-02-26T20:06:01.066-05:00cyclic purge. exercisesyou draw me out in dumb<br />
<br />
Something<br />
You<br />
Weren't<br />
Ready for.<br />
Love or<br />
Loathe me<br />
How did<br />
He find me?<br />
Entropy<br />
In proximity<br />
Illicit demands<br />
Just<br />
Need to follow<br />
Obligatory,<br />
No<br />
<br />
No<br />
Wonder<br />
You Just<br />
Heaved<br />
Over<br />
Ever<br />
Lover<br />
Heathly<br />
Reminisce<br />
I <br />
Need<br />
Sort<br />
It<br />
Lone<br />
<br />
Jaunty<br />
He<br />
Was.<br />
Ornery<br />
Ever<br />
Imbibing, 2.<br />
How<br />
Never<br />
Life<br />
Never<br />
Ready<br />
Love<br />
Young<br />
Ignorant<br />
She<br />
<br />
Silent<br />
Jaded<br />
Imagination<br />
Oscillating<br />
Love?<br />
Hate.<br />
Least<br />
Not<br />
In<br />
Him<br />
Was<br />
Everlasting<br />
Yes<br />
Naturally<br />
Resounded.<br />
<br />
-<br />
011frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-62713975909448563682012-03-11T14:12:00.001-04:002021-05-18T00:53:03.150-04:00word exercises1.<br />
sarah<br />
take<br />
a <br />
ticktock<br />
in<br />
our<br />
nature<br />
<br />
2.<br />
nevermind<br />
a<br />
trick<br />
under<br />
real<br />
estate<br />
<br />
3.<br />
emolliant<br />
serengeti<br />
til<br />
another<br />
time<br />
entices<br />
<br />
4.<br />
evil<br />
nonsense<br />
treat<br />
it<br />
casually<br />
enter<br />
shush<br />
<br />
5.<br />
sit<br />
hurry<br />
up<br />
stay<br />
hover<br />
<br />
6.<br />
he<br />
only<br />
verifies<br />
endangered<br />
reasons<br />
<br />
7.<br />
relate<br />
emigrate<br />
alienate<br />
serrate<br />
oscillate<br />
new-age<br />
<br />
<br />
-<br />
o11frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-26811361970414352142012-02-26T13:27:00.000-05:002015-02-26T20:04:13.129-05:00calm shei forgot we slept in until seven<br />
so i'm on the proch<br />
smoking a djarum you lent me<br />
on the witching hour<br />
<br />
earlier fatima came home while you<br />
were out;<br />
a thirty year old woman<br />
wails into the pocket phone<br />
fearing the life ahead alone<br />
<br />
i couldn't help but listen<br />
i walked out of the room<br />
and into the kitchen<br />
put water in a pot and watched<br />
the bubbles jet and glisten<br />
teabag; mug; pour.<br />
then ten tentative steps towards her door<br />
<br />
pause.<br />
"i made you chamomile tea."<br />
(YOU NEED TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN.)<br />
<br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
o10frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-33521182641506755872012-02-14T14:00:00.000-05:002015-02-26T20:04:33.129-05:00LOOSELY ASSORTED LOVE LETTERS: dubious duet; two incoherent poemsweird water wading<br />
skating along in sand<br />
slinky being<br />
peeling the skin on the<br />
side of your colossal nail<br />
<br />
<br />
a fallen eyelash settles into dust<br />
its lamenting whisper long in the hush<br />
what delicate vessel is finally lost<br />
a wish thrown to sea,<br />
a watermelon dropped on a pointed rock<br />
<br />
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o10frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-43610733546568390992011-06-03T19:02:00.001-04:002011-06-04T03:41:03.478-04:00the middlemost citythe only awkward he<br />was the one<br />cold to a degree<br />the first night in<br />middlemost city<br />strange<br />drink in town<br />will i even be able<br />to read this come<br />another morning<br />yes!<br />who knows whether fate<br />he's injected herself<br />into the equation<br />one question aptly posed<br /><br />in this moment<br />in these<br />moments are<br />he in the new aware<br />is he now aware<br />i can say only;<br />beware this:<br />oh, forgotten the method or<br />opening the phone<br />what at get that there 4loko<br /><br />got me punk with a dr.<br />easy good night<br />ought i neglect this<br />glammer tide<br />why did i wear these shorts<br />acid wash to the<br />foulest crotch<br />of wrong nobody dealsfrans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-7790250701529511252011-06-03T19:01:00.003-04:002011-06-04T04:16:30.359-04:00ME.IT'S GOING TO BE AN INTERESTING GUIDE<br />WIND OVER WATER, BABY<br />WHO IS ADDICTED?!<br />YOU GOT IT THUS<br />SHE WAS CONVICTED<br />OH, YOU<br />SILLY RICH BITCHES<br />WHO'S AFRAID OF TURNING<br />THE LONELY PAGE?!<br />WHO NEEDS ANOTHER<br />QUESTION EXCLAMATION COMBINATION?!<br /><br />ME.<br /><br />JUST PRACTICE<br />BUILD A VERSE<br />WHAT'S THE<br />WORSE?!<br />BACK TO THE BOOK ABOUT HANDS<br />BURIED IN A BOX OF SCARVES<br />THANKS FOR LUGGING IT,<br />SISTER; DEAR.frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-47410224592273426082011-06-03T19:01:00.002-04:002012-05-02T18:35:47.149-04:00westhere was a man at the seattle bus station sitting on the steps eyes bloodshot looking extremely paranoid i asked if he was okay he'd been new aged just got to town for vacation poor dear he said his name was wes i told him mine but not that i'd say a prayer for him that i did while waiting in line and again on paper bless him and make him feel better and alleviate his troubled mind i hope he will be okay through the night he's sleeping in the bus station at the seattle bus station sleeping on the stepsfrans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-63566014885195449822011-06-03T18:59:00.002-04:002011-06-03T19:01:05.278-04:00financial salvationsmall doses<br />kindly extensions of the heart.<br />i wish this wasn't my position<br />but i see my self<br />to the recipient<br />restitution is in order.<br />at times i feel suicide is<br />the only way to alleviate my guilt.<br />a complex, that's what they'd call it.<br />gypsy syndrome<br />"yeah, my family is fucked up."<br />that's why i'm a wanderer<br />looking for something no one<br />has been able to find.<br /><br />deja<br /><br />that's something that's crossed my<br />mind in more than one connotation<br />i keep a distance from many<br />they need not realize the severity<br />of my conniptions, connivances<br />contrivity. i am depraved in so<br />many ways, you see.frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-51514568578492526352011-06-03T18:59:00.001-04:002011-06-03T18:59:44.694-04:00fifty nearly two k milesfumble<br />incognito<br />forcible<br />travel<br />yellow<br />nihil<br />endo<br />and<br />rims<br />leisure<br />yonder<br />til<br />whensoever<br />older<br />kindred<br />million<br />issue<br />lordly<br />entrail<br />sallowfrans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-28337515020454545042011-06-03T18:58:00.003-04:002011-06-04T04:15:45.970-04:00two points"i'm officially drained"<br />i think apathy is a great danger to my generation.<br />"i have nothing to live for"<br />so go get yourself a baby, baby.<br /><br />get out of your boyfriend's parents' basements, ladies! don't be afraid to live your life before it's even begun & remember, it's not a pet, it's a person.frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-31627547480919511572011-06-03T18:58:00.002-04:002011-06-03T18:59:03.018-04:00not a mannursery<br />wanna<br />holdin' on to me<br />not a man<br />not a man<br />nowhere and<br />everything<br />lack of the<br />intimacy knackfrans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4896940760997869332.post-46515126024284607902011-06-03T18:57:00.005-04:002011-10-04T02:46:17.490-04:00lalcoholadywell, the four or so days leading up to this cycle of menstruation were dark. my pms is getting ornery. i was feeling suicidal, in all actuality. i got drunk last night. coors, flattened, followed by a cheap vine. i bid my friends goodnight, kneeled in front of the porcelain vortex, took a photo of the bloodred vomit& spinned, as opposed to spun, in the bed. the first night of my period i didn't take a pain killer. i folded a towel under my rump & writhed, as opposed to wruth, a bit before it occurred to me to accept the pain & let it wash through me, so to speak. at which point it became in gaseous colors.<br /><br />that big old clam shell from the hostel, i put my bloody underwear in it, crunched if it were paper, into a ball, along with the moonstone pendulum and the opal egg, and asked my pain to be: fill this instead.frans rilea khaoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00597480980813359926noreply@blogger.com