PRESSURE PRESS ARCHIVE

1994 DISK STUFF writing to balance bottle song suddenly, wait typing with a headache a manner of history after bukowski quieting myself come the revolution (part 25) S K Y L I G H T writing to balance pre-dawn birds loosen the blueness of blackness turning away dropping a dozen keys & a thousand pebbles onto tin roofs anklets belled & skipping for the full sun & mourning-dove horror lipped like delirious owl-dream opera a suspended missile feather whistles & the god of all this earth groans, the god of all this biology breath monotony symphony tickles spring finches & radiant robins laughter laughing after dreams we sing again we throat the clear sunrise bottle song i lift it up up i tilt it slow down down splashing in a shot-glass juice of my flight pollen of liquid gold a vibrating glove over my head whip-snapping master mistress silk on fire my soul wears suddenly, wait b-movie shit-eating dicks in a gray world lacking hard-ons grew chivalrous until old-age poverty has them staring at the morning sky skeletal almost skinless, cloudless typing with a headache before dawn i step a few steps from myself bourbon bottle asleep on bottom of the bed points bathroom booze as compass directions abound in this intense magnetization human adapted to earth-gravity mutates thru error & error & error human is everything possible including limitless vomit the muddy shine of comet-balled soul a manner of history all green a globe greens from magical blue waters, clouds saturated green the green planet earth envy for the clear blue millenniums distances from impossibility, time to simmer green tea god after bukowski to believe all opposites of pain exist is certainly naive unless we mention morphine & vastly underestimate the final moments of brain awareness everybody's guilt is this acid-eating blob monster secreting so much of itself it weighs the clouds so low every adult has sizzled hair & there's no way into the tree-tops anymore anywhere on earth, we have altered a planet, we have grown glass fingers, we have shouted war-torn god down into penultimate futility admitting nothing's left of christianity & the lies to herd the masses were political & jesus was more brazen than truthful & humanity has been choked by mass religion right asshole? & then there's, here's this, silence quieting myself "i want to shout!" tribulations exorcise shit, to extend feeling of pain past my teeth to boogie thru rolling car-wash music & wet mornings sponge-like absorbing liquids of the world & to piss, to piss long & hard & eruptive yellow bubbles falsetto my popping blood-count carbonation under space-craft g-force slashing thru dark space meat with a red-hot nose poker obliterating molecular debris with inhuman speed-fuck penetration remains some dribbles twirl like iridescent worms, sulphurous & hissing atomically & what's discovery but thrill urine racing from flesh hose, released unto morning shiver & the look in the mirror eyes of a conga drum seeing thru a clock & smoke & stars of light come the revolution (part 25) after m.r. doty come the revolution devolve a canon of coffee-cups a lawn of gasping whales a tree of actresses a hat for a big toe de-construct the laughter of wasps the dogs of limestone the weakening algebra of egg come the revolution there will be drummers inside raindrops that tap tympani-stretched skin on the white arm of a black girl slaughtered by tribal hate & she will jump from the pavement & do ginger rodgers ice-skate over blood & she'll never think jesus she'll be wrapped in bells & hemp come the revolution sharks will soften into gray mush which baffles scientists, not one theory is even proposed for the sudden mush of this creature come the revolution a gun dances horse-like, snake-like, erect cock-like running the walls in a large white room completely isolated forever come the revolution televisions will glow orange in holograms like blind ghosts viewers become, orange & awed come the revolution our third eye will sprout, rip & heal on the tips of our noses S K Y L I G H T S K Y L I G H T m i u a n i e e e n k u t g l n a e   g o g l s r t   h   l   i   i   t   i   o   c   e   n   n       r g S K Y L I G H T h i a i   r o o e t n f   o r n a e k e  w n i r s         s g e             h d             t S K Y L I G H T h e e o n o a i i n s v c a u m t -   e u t n e t d     r s t i o     a n l     b g l     l   s     e