QuasiMojo

This will be a collection of some of my older stuff and, with the blessings of the most-high moderators I will post present scrawl on an individual post


E M I T

Running out of lime
about face, to feel the time
time ticking
slow trance ticking
tickinglike some crawling labor
goes like this...

A Mad Embryo chain smoking heavy cigarettes
exhales a magestic sigh
and an unchained dog runs yapping and yowling
toenails clicking
down a rainslick street.
stilltrance ticking
goes like this...

Time takes forever sometimes
to come to a boil.
bite your nails
bite my tongue
I'm going under
air in lung
still slow tranceticking.

misunderstand the monster "Chronos"
it abides it's while
weathering and withering
away in solemn stoic watch.


Great Adventure

Won't you be my "Great Adventure" girl?
lets tear down the night
lets rebuild then, the dawn.
call the night ours, silent,starry
wide and wild
we'll go In, hand in hand.

Lets twist naked in the middle.
smooth skin, shiny
sticky. sweaty.
our muscles melt within
one another.
souls and minds joined
in a mystic union. Sacred.

"Oh My Yes", we'll whisper as
the pre-dawn creeps up and
finds us in a funky coupling.

Call the Dawn ours.
And
from it's stabbing shards
we'll construct a day
to last forever.

Angel chained"Mi Amiga, Mi Amor Lets Fly



fighr fighter-lightning choir

High Fives
narrow knives
Little countries
narrow lives.
King of Clubs who you despise
Queen of Diamonds selling lies.

They play their cards.
desperate moves.

Dollar sign
hollar fine
A loud noise
explodes.

Play loudly with
large chrome toys.
sharp edges protrude, disembowel
the quick strangers.

The Other Half.

~Starboard born
forward toward the morning.~

Untitled

Oh! How at times I can just
Love my loathesome self-
Love my Lonesome Self-
Just LOVE MY LOATHESOME SELF-

silently I weep at the
thought-
the prospect
of unfolding
like a chair for anothers lap.

where?
OH WHERE!
will I find another me?

will I still be able to enjoy the Beauty,
the sheer fucking beauty
of a curling, spiralling
wisp of smoke?

my good friend Easy comes to me
to reassure.

Easy says everythings gonna be all right.
why worry now?
my little angel Easy.

Still I wonder
will I be able to enjoy the beauty
of a wond'rous moment
that loses itself
in a warm fold of Time?


From The Four Corners

the wind begins
at first with gentle insistance
giving only a hint of it's design.

From all four corners
the winds begin
so quick it picks up
and is soon recognized

A P A LE R A V E N B E C K O N S

From the four corners
the wind, it whips
in a black-lit back room
a tongue, it trips
and soon the word
comes tumbling out.

worldwordworldwordworldwordworldwordworldswordworldsword

From the Four Corners
we draw forth the past
we draw upon the present
and we hold forth to someway draw out the future.


Some Bridge

Sweetness is
the G-spot in my heart-

Sadness sings
the sweetness from the start.

Wanting brings
the sadness to a head.

Anger stops
the wanting as it spreads.

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AzAbOv ZoBeLoE