bobblings

[sgt.null]

Mother’s Maiden Name

I hear strange clicking sounds…

So we combat the
apologists; ordinarily
and allegedly. thread
through transcripts.
thoughtlessly transfer.
outrageous notions in
motion. so our masters
manage an effortless
dismount. (Do not
discount…) due to
persistence we swap
comfort for agitation.
sad myths rendered in
surreal landscapes.
we scrape together
our resistance. but we
lose the security codes,
forget our passwords.
we are all monitored by
well-informed & well-
meaning strangers.
(danger?) Clear the
reception, check the
resolution. we struggle
with ego-casting;
intoxicated on ourselves.
draw chalk out-lines.
we troll the curb; grind
to a halt every fifth
block. men slip in-
between and are lost
to us. We broadcast our
secrets and our shame.
we suffer from an outage
of outrage. the manor
born are inept. in hind-
sight we blame the
breeding stock. zero hour
has come and gone.
we expected Armageddon;
instead we got a third
-rate snatch-and-grab.
second story men drift in
the flooded out basements.
why hack when you can
give it away? hide in
plain sight; keystone
will never find you.
the truth isn’t so
powerful anymore…

[sgt.null]

Anything Can Be Sanitized Using Bleach

I collected odd bits
Of metal, scrap box
rusted out locks…
along highways,
bogs, under logs
pieces of tin scraps,
of iron trapped…
copper tinged circuits,
burnt-out wires and
spools, odd tools,
mystery signs with
instructions written
in strange languages,
broken gauges and
lost switches, relays
and toothed gears…
lost for years, out
of sequence timers.
Each part of larger
designs. details found
In dust soaked books,
mail purchase pamphlets,
faded blue prints…
all available for mail
order purchases.
none of these ever
in working order…
instead each sat in
corners, closets and
in drawers stuffed in
an abandoned desk,
the shed holding that.
hidden in the attic,
stashed in the cellar,
and in rooms I no
longer bothered with.
less and less spaces,
no more places to
fill, against my will.
so one spring day,
like so many others
- I set them to the curb
watched the men
pick them up, loaded
and down the road.
cobwebs then overtook
the places I had once
kept all my joy…

[sgt.null]

the Heart

The wind turned dark.
When disaster seemed
positive, we thought of
nothing in particular.
The night passed swift,
on course further still.
Clouds passed moving
amongst shadows. The
sky overhead screamed.
Covered with dust that
mocked winter snow.
the world had melted
down and had reformed;
a new and colorless form.
A sense of motion without
regard. Absent thoughts.





the Sleeve

The cold autumn rain fell
Upon the quiet house. The
Smell of blue electricity.
They sat in the soft light
without saying a word.
Numerals and darkness.
The total collecting itself.
The dead cellars in town.
Feeding on flowers and
on fireworks. Incense and
special dust. A great buzz
and hum circling. Blown
on by a neon wind. The
constant loneliness made
for an even emptier feel.
A soundless scream. A
shock of quite statement.
The loss of purpose. The
House remained silent;
the drift of death itself.
An instant of oblivion in
the pressure. Come cold
and dry. Dust vapor that
choked. A sudden motion.
The resulted slowness…

[sgt.null]

Doc Six

A pair of barking irons
Generic yet terrific, rode
With the difficult seven
Back in aught buck nine.
My two cap pistols slung
Hip-low. David Bowie
Knife tied boot-high. My
Reach exceeding the gasps
Of the crowd. Clown car
Hitting all of the lights,
Every night. A murder of
Rows under sodium lights
Each and every night. Acrid
Brine settled by farm folk
In Sunday’s finest, second
Edition. Possum jugglers
Telling riddles, guessing at
The sedge work. Molasses
Vendors and copper peddlers
Crowing from the archways,
Each promising the last days.

[sgt.null]

MAD

post - 911 atomic
annihilation metaphors.
Nuclear destruction,
singular residents of
small American towns.
Silos hidden in the dark,
buried in the fields. A list
to cull, a list to burn.
Apocalyptic terms of
unsigned treaties. Unstable
elements periodically tabled.
Anxieties are free form
improvisations. Pop culture
mirrors the zeitgeist. A
frenzy of atmospheric period
pieces. A Blanc noir for the
modern age. Midrange shuffles
past ground zero. Upsurge
the outrage, outsource the
upside. The second wave
gives way to impotence and
reluctance. Mushroom clouds
on the horizon, the acid rains
down. Hyperactive overdrive.
Scattering superficial stump
speeches. Questing for the
unambiguous and the
unbeatable. Career politicians
lording over apathetic serfs.
Red phones disconnected,
overhead maps without legend.
Formations held on the tarmac.
Suitcase delivery trumps
oversea travel.
Dirty bombs make for a
cleaner conscience?

[sgt.null]

dedication

Tesla had dreams
of wonders. Some
of which he made.
And some of which
we still don't under
stand to this day.
Theremin heard the
harmonics in nature
and harnessed them.
Some say that Lovecraft
confronted what we
see from the corner
of our eye. And I believe
that somewhere there
is a mathematical formula
that will explain everything.
And when we find it,
everything changes. String
theory, chaos, Angels
unfolding their wings.
Whatever you like to believe.

[sgt.null]

Light Rail

A border crosser?
More likely a cross-
dresser. Note the
lack of hysteria. I
want helicopters
and landing pads.
Say goodbye to
the last three families
still on your block.
Make way for more
coffee shops. Stop
& Shops. Color me
seven shades of
curious. I can not
read the menu. I can
not make informed
decisions. So how can
I give my consent?
Dance costumes for
dance contests. They
are making a comeback.
Solar-powered, wind-
powered steam engines
sitting idle in the moon-
light. Reverse osmosis
tachyon drives in constant
flux. Ambient engines in
lockdown mode. Clutch
and brakes; all in gear.
Count finite numbers
from an infinite table.
Theories abound; bound
by bylaws. See-saw
chopping block; sorry
but we are out of stock.

Drum Solo

Corrupted circuits built
by corrupted men. They
both sputter and fume.
The wires flicker; dying
in the rain. Cartels vote.
Cartels veto. Engineers
stay detail orientated.
The firemen are on call.
The brake-men have
stopped all activity. City
streets and city trees.
Rebuild the buildings.
Anything over ten years
ago needs to be replaced.
So we retrace our steps
through the trees at the
cemeteries. Secretaries
prepare proposals. We
can see the landfills from
our window sills. Try to
train the drivers. Teach
them that left is not right.

[sgt.null]

Dig, Dug A Dog, Dig?

...she has charms
like a sledgehammer.

Waiting on a park bench.
Wait, wait, waiting there.
Head feels like someone
drove a steel spike.
Chanting, pacing, and
circling. They try to drive
me from the park. A Sunday
drive. Citations, fines, tickets
and ticketing me. I am listed
in all the travel guides. Some
four-star even, oddly enough.

Do not drink the city water.
I do not drink the city water.
Lead pipes leading, asbestos
pipes, mercury in the water.
Heavy metals bring me down.
The sun is cold today. A chill
chills me. Cold marrow is a
narrow definition. I am still
waiting for a smile. No; I am
waiting with a smile. I inhale
deeply. Doctors at the free
clinic swear that they are bad
for me. So I inhale deeply.

Too bad for them. Actual
actuary machines are running,
underground, in the back-
ground. I can hear them in
my sleep. I sleep lightly.
Buildings are being built with
geometric phasing and phrasing.

I can not always tell the
difference. The difference
is beyond me. In the corner,
in the dark. Digging up dirt,
they dig with tools. With
shovels and saws. I saw
those digging holes. They
dug a hole. They dig a dog.

A shovel, a sledge, a steam
engine. A surplus. Red China
floods our markets with
cheap novelties. Fishing
villages, the Chairman liked
fishing villages? I can not
read his book. Indexed and
annotated for the command
man. Go to where the money
is hidden. Where it is buried.
Buried under the cold sun.
The end of the line ends in
the park. A walk in the park.
A walk after dark. Pony rides
for free, no fee. Take a souvenir
photograph for the family back
east. Empire State Building,
Eiffel Tower, Stonehenge, the
Statue of Liberty. All on postcards.
Twenty-five cents each, five
for a dollar. Postcards, post-it
notes, spiral notebooks. Fill them
up as you fill them in. pyramids on
Easter Island? I carry a cart,
a knapsack on my back. What
was that song again? Give me
a day and I will show you my world.

I like writing. I like writing in my
journals. I am a journalist. A
scientist if you will. I know I will
not. Is that her? No? Yes! My
first second wife to greet me.
On my bench. The park bench.
Makes it a city bench. A bench-
mark. I offer her. But she quit
last week. About a week ago.
She still works at the factory.
The one with the factory windows.
A brick. Bric-a-brac. She is not
on the attack. So I do not attack
or attach to much meaning. I
mean what I say. I say what she
means. The factory then. I quit
there once I was fired. A bad
dream she is saying. Reciting,
inciting, she is not inviting me.

A bad dream she says. She says
I have to stop calling her. She
says I have to stop following her.
Her husband gets upset. He is
upset. There are men monitoring
me. They monitor us. I can see
them at the edge of the park.
They stay at a distance. At the
edge of my vision. So she shrugs.
She hugs. And then she walks
away. I wait on my park bench.
The city bench. It is staring to rain.
Not a torrent, a drizzle. A light
misting. I am still missing her.
I wish she were here still. We
could sit very still. Maybe the
men would not notice us. Maybe
she got a notice in the mail? A
light rain. I try to keep it inside.
From the outside. I wait for my
ride. The van. I have a plan. But
I have to wait for the van. man
I hate waiting. Always waiting.

She has charms
like a sledgehammer…

[sgt.null]

(Pre-Stop.)
Judged by Twelve - Carried by Six.

Paper, plastic or
bone? Table setter,
corner sitter.
June bug, shutter
bug, pill-popping
pill bug cuts a rug.
Rug burn, fuel burn,
burning the twilight
oil. Run full stop,
fun fuel stop, f-stop
and it will not stop.
Don’t bar chemicals;
do get hysterical. 5th
ward pepper fogger.
All froggy and sitting
groggy. Air space;
our space; why space?
Red flag, black flag,
white flag. Automatic
schematics. (Picture
a gun to my head.)
Accusations,
recriminations,
puzzles and no
regrets. A
righteous dog.
One who owed
me. Ten bad, tin
bed. Remorse
of recourse. Dial my
number; it’s in the
book. Thumping
sticks, fighting wedge
– a cell block
warrior. Lawnmower,
chainsaw, start up
the buzz saw. Disrupt
and proceed. Board
names, con games
and illiterate skeins.
Bluebirds in flight.
His clique status hit
the stratosphere.
Flew a kite, dropped
a line, wore his jacket
tight. Off the chain,
river bottom, early
morning, sometimes
often. I didn’t have
him by the bridal.
But I did have him
by the saddle. The
principality of the
situation. The totality
of circumstance.[/b]

[sgt.null]

In English, barely

In French, in quiet
electronic German;
malls shimmer. I tend
to accept the city has
arisen; beaten again.
for them this is a time
of faith. the summer in
Boston is a brilliant litter.
hear the roads, the fatty
ground. while the jugs
start taking the night.

Stop

ransom your lungs and
name the player. they
have two runners in a
position of marking. our
new hero is justice. it now
come here as an eloper.
the well is there in Boston.
Rachel is narrow. because
they drive out another ring
we can begin with quantity.
We must hear and sing.

defeat

Sing of wells and rocks.
Find epistles while striking.
sources of red wells are
false. Boston is now after
Houston. find San Jose.
wells exist in other nations.
a balance is completely
within the lower parts.
completion is lower signal.
completion means nothing.
completion waits for us now.

[sgt.null]

from the Shopping Cart Pulpit

Terminal loadings
were a rifle.
Charged and then
aimed at cashiers
and chainmen.

There was no
difference between
the mannered
terminal Pharisees,
terminal paparazzi,
and terminal
excommunicators.
Terminal assertions
on a lawyer and his
manner held a
swindler’s balance.
He needed his gun
to fix a flight. They
were both willing to
cause maximum
damage on their
victims. He did not
fold with his will.
(And they were
both stripped
outside. He held all
his value).

Terminal Pharisees
received one year
and terminal crucifiers
a life. They were apart
for more than thirty
years. They were both
approved by random
death professionals.
Would a lawyer have
tested death
supplements into
force ten years ago?

They left to us the
familiar details of
their pasts. The
whole of newspapers
in the country ignored
the judge as they
broke. They ordered
improvements and
guidelines absent in
their efforts and in
their careers.

They left us ahead
as to crucify them.
We had their
reputations to
destroy. Their
families we threatened.
We finished their
careers. They dared
to carry out increases
in our awaking; so we
destroyed them.

If you saw these
terminal Pharisees,
you saw the terminal
paparazzi. They
tested with retroactive
effects. They crucified
the lawyers. They
excommunicated the
judges. Good men,
good fathers, good
husbands, steady
employees. All for
nothing! We refused
to take their counsel
and were forced
completely to their
abdication.

[sgt.null]

Kagi No Kagi
(Key of Keys)

go we to council.
let Achilles sleep:
light boats sail
swift, though
greater hulks
draw deep.
Troilus & Cressida

Joyce on acid –
the surreal is real
(the honest philosopher.)

a jolt of lightning
whelk break across
the bottom. stage
direction – group
together – and action…

you are an unfortunate pollywog…

1] Blast Envelope: lake poets indivisible..
2] Light Trick: thimbleriggers turn confederate.
3] Sonic Circle: gaderscipes turn lampblack.
4] Triple Wave: bittersweet grimsirs trample..
5] Sound Map: functional malison fails.
6]Ear Pop: Midlothian traducers outflanked.

torque the lazy Susan

I keep forgetting
what I can’t remember

Heads are filled
with metal shot
for extra force
and softer rebound.

I was once asked
what I wanted.
by who?
by myself, of course.

which is what I am?
which is what we are?
which one?
I don’t know. either or.
you decide.
wait – no, you are gone.

there’s a million
things that you
don’t know –
that doesn’t
make any of
them secrets.

cannon – chromate –
blameworthy – assassin –
amuse – amphetamine –
achromatic – authenticate –
aesthetic – adagio –
canfield – biostatic –
botch – Argonaut –
befuddle – causation –
amortize – Apollonian –
artifice – augends –
barrow – agribusiness –
terse – ascension –
alyssum – Canaan –
chaotic – ducktail –
capacitance – averse –
tarsus

[sgt.null]

the meltdown man

Fire up the denial
machines. As we
hold boxing matches
in the greenhouses;
Rome is burning.

Boondoggle in the
boondocks? Our
cloud seeding
futurists have
become crop dusters
for the farming
conglomerates.
Computer based
models predict floods
and drought.

A paradox in a
Schrödinger’s box.
Scientists search
for a revenue stream
in the mainstream.
Free-market
think-tanks are now
robotic assembly lines.
The empty suits keep
production at full throttle.

The only challenges
come from the Flat
Earthers and the
Antiquarians. But they
seem lost in a paralyzing
fog of doubt. Op-eds are
co-opted. Media attention
whores populate game
shows disguised as talk
shows. Lobbyists lob
misinformation; never
breaking formation.

The water is murky.
The horizon is cloudy.
Yet we continue our
scorched earth policies.
Variable constants
remain unaccounted for.

Our arsenal is empty.
Our trigger guards are
locked in place, rusted
by indifference. Primitive
sketches of skepticism
are found among the
bones in the caves.

Blindly binding our only
chance; we stumble and
tumble through the days.
At night we ramp up and
opt out. We have long
blades and we have
hatchets. Does it really
matter which cuts you?

Gloom and doom
becomes our mantra.
Fair and balanced is
our totem. Our
perception is skewed
and our sympathies
are being used. Lists
and petitions are
circulated, waiting for
numbers to be collated.

Controversy and
uncertainty are our
new touchstones.
Impartiality is seen
as a lodestone.

Engineers fire weather
balloons into orbit.
Difference engines
are set to calculate.
The cabals set to
censure any alarmists.
Theologians set a new
orthodoxy. Tesla coils
are warmed up.
Theremins are set on
standby. Satellites
rotate for the skeptics,
running on autopilot.
Faked landings are part
of the playbook.

And we still debate
over what a dream is
and what exactly is a hoax.

[sgt.null]

Anthem (a song)

we have had
second chances
so load it up
send it out
stand two
to the the side
now decide
which one
you want

[sgt.null]

Alcohol is the Answer!

Concerned with sleeplessness that seizes understanding? Suffer from statute epilepsy, muscle cramps, vibrated leg syndrome or revocation?

Alcohol is the answer!

Alcohol surrounds tension and reduces concern. Alcohol assists some surgical procedures. Long term use brings around amnesia. Alcohol possesses the qualities to reduce impatience, convulsiveness, and hypnotic withdrawal. Alcohol provides reassuring muscle relaxants and the properties of amnesia.

What are the harmful effects of alcohol?

Alcohol closes declining amnesia. (Particularly at higher doses) Alcohol satisfies exactly the same paradoxical effects as excitation, rage, degradation and the collection of epilepsy.

What is the recommend treatment for alcohol dependency?

Concern, panic attacks and similar conditions. Excitation and the treatment of vegetative symptoms connected with swindles.

What is the treatment for the symptoms of alcohol dependency?

Taunting and revocation are short term treatments. This may result in sleeplessness. Treatment of wounds may be denied to tramps. Other measures may lead to a stay in intensive care.

What is the adjunctive treatment of spatial muscle paralysis?

If paralysis was caused by the fastidious marking of conditions, the more palliative treatment may cause long-term damage. The patient may want to pursue long-term treatment. There are other rehabilitative measures for rigid person syndrome. Such treatments may not prove effective.

Is there a satisfying treatment of radiolysis?

Amnesia may be considered before endoscopes or surgical procedures. There are complications with a crisis. Your doctor may prescribe angrier hallucinogens. Beware of overdosing and psychosis with the use of cocaine or methamphetamines. Dosages would have to be based on an individual basis depending on individual preference.

When can conditions betray the severity of symptoms?

Body weight of the patient must be treated. Other causes must be determined or imported. This may have complications that affect the conditions of morbid patients.

What are some defined risks of serious alcohol syndromes?

Risks may include a penchant for banjo music. Dazed pine wineries lead to newborn child with symptoms. Children may cover hypnotic and will hesitate to use their toxic charms. Others may experience cyanosis and worsened metabolic answers to cold effort.

What are the dangers of a flexible and indiscreet syndrome?

An indiscreet syndrome satisfying newborn child can likewise enter adults. Once reported, the symptoms of the flexible kind lead to a sickening syndrome. This syndrome of newborn child exists in dazed pine wineries. It is onset from the hours in the months after birth.

[sgt.null]

from Gomer Black

Vile/Live/Evil/Veil

Fingers for Gumby
Perhaps
Clown Tornado
Sugar Buzz/Kill
714 Lemons

Rhythm Theory (REM)
head full of bees
Toxic Lemon Crush
Trumble Thru Aether
St.All

the Shining WIre
J Drift 43
the Empty Field
L.4D
Light Trespass

Rhythm Theory (REM)
Rogue Sans Arome
Gutters Have Gravity
Bog rd
... Let the Rain Settle It

[sgt.null]

machine poetry

internal combustion, zero
torque dynamo. turbine
wheels. grind of fixed-ratio
transmission. retro-spinning
of variable drives. burning
multi-element hydraulics.
Arc welders on the stand-by.

sickness and necessity reveal
the real heart of man. graffiti
distraction in the crucible.
mental telepathy or astral
projection? specific yet not
exclusive. This is my rant!
no single, simplistic regret.

fences, cages – a necessary
distance kept. lurkers and
spies. foolhardy and unwise.
little better, best left alone.
no atonement crowds crowding
together – inclement weather,
or not. but they still set the tone.

[sgt.null]

carpetbagger
(old three-hundred)

machine-poetry, internal
combustion. zero-torque
dynamo, turbine wheels,
fixed ratio transmission.
variable drive, multiple
elemental hydraulics…
gravity spools into pools.

the throttle of mowers
idling, stalled by tall
grass. strange London,
boning knife, saw horses,
butcher steel – razor wire
hounds sounding on the
lower commons. (East.)

33rd degree, parallel to
your lean, (falling) cut
until it all falls away –
hold sway. timing leads
and brass rings. phrases
lasting for days. holding,
yet still left at odd ends.

[sgt.null]

a song...

Neon Orange
Dead Blow
Hammers

protect your work piece.
dead blow hammer
won't spark or rebound -
making it safe to use...
virtually anywhere.

[sgt.null]

heavy metal

antimony, arsenic, bismuth, cadmium
cerium, chromium, cobalt, copper
gallium, gold, iron, lead
manganese, mercury, nickle, platinum
silver, tellerium, thallium, tin
uranium, vanadium, zinc

a song - idea by julie (mrsnull)