STEEL CITY FLÀNEURIES
A shirt that reads ROLL IT LICK IT SMOKE IT; bearded men playing chess
Standing up next to the gingerbread display; large soiled-white panties
Flying lightly under a bench, a French book entitled, And you my heart
Why do you beat?, levitating head hands of a bald man
A shirt featuring the picture of a human skeleton in a coffin, another
That reads EJECT, another ALL YOU NEED; young girl passing over
The garden fence: “She’s going to break a bone”, mutters an old wife,
“At this age they’re unbreakable!” Answers the husband. Boy running around the park
In pastel yellow pyjamas, morsel of macadam cracked open like the belly
Of a black tangerine. Brian Keaton’s spit portrait incarnated
In a french teen, Arab man with completely gray hair
Brusquely tilting his head back to inject eyedrops in his left eye
As we pass; THE LORD IS FAITHFUL AND ENTIRELY
WORTHY OF TRUST (2 Thessalonian 3.3); a shirt that reads
EACH DAY NEEDS A LITTLE INSPIRATION, another one
WONDERFUL 25 on a formidably fat and ugly
Woman; small almond ice cream pot in small
Almond hands, fat chin dangling like overripe raisins
Out of a motorbike helmet; airplanes traces forming in the sky the remains
Of a nebulous opal repast, tourists eating fries and sandwiches
Washed down with tall mugs of beers, a policewoman stands guard
While chewing on something. Metallic skulls
Green, orange, silver; stuffed tiger with pale fir fur, fat lady
With a salmon sweater that reads TENESSEE LOVE in azure
Sucking with great joy the mouthhole
Of a coca-cola bottle; people ask passers-by questions
About beer, meanwhile mean crows
Are croaking; MEDIA 3000 ASTROLOGY, “Your future now
With precise dates!”, aging woman carrying a folded trampoline,
Huysmans Street; the flowershop where Lio Wu
Used to work; muscular bats ascending
A fat tree-branch, fertile
With unripe peaches; large lavender blue egg fallen
From a marine bluebird’s nest softly abducted
By the stream. The blind tasting of dust or ethylic beverage we used to give
Our cousin, Maya is long asleep, this bird is partially made
Of dark branchage, there is one lurking next to the sky with a chanting
That trembles dumbly
Upon his bird’s lips. The dominant males are taking the babies away
Into the voidholes of the yellow-green bushes
In their mouths; one of them, aging, sits among crackling waves
Of leaves, and looks back
Towards the screen – now transitionless clips
Of World War I battlefields, slowmo legs of kangaroos
Fighting, the green-butted ants
Again, giraffes forming an arc with their necks in a corolla
Across the sky, the wooden lair
Of rampant insects
Now a long procession of orang-outangs are running through the trees
On their four limbs; they have made prisoner a grasshopper whose legs they’ve coiled
In saliva threads. Zoomed-on ants with transparent bud-green heads
Carrying a fat dumpling-like larva to their burrow
Furnished with spit filaments in the hollow
Of an aloe leaf.
A shirt that reads BLESS THE MAD, girl smoking apple scents from a pink
Plastic pipe; kid merryfully sucking on lime-flavored Ricola
In a IT’S A LONG WAY HOME
Sweater; roasted corn disposed on the trail
So as to imitate the conic doors
Of a harem. Crystal-blue
Angel stickers, nearly
Transparent; dying basil plants
And chinese beers, little girl walking backward
With a plastic horse
In each hand. A shirt that reads
BAD DREAMS ARE MADE OF ME
Orange marmalade on crepes and a glasscan
Filled with half-cooked sausages; “ were they Chinese
Or Indian?” “Indian” “Oh well, that’s
The same”; a picture of Jeff Koons holding in his arms
A huge plastic lobster, the kind that kids sit on
To float above the ocean; an aging Black man on a motorbike
Just stopped us in the street and said, “Miss, when we were at the red light
A little earlier, the young woman said
You were interesting.” A shirt that reads
BABE: A LITTLE PIG GOES A LONG WAY
A shirt that reads MONSTER UNIVERSITY
One single candyfloss pink rose
Growing from a pot at the door of a tent, fat rubber ear
Adorned with constellation pattern among wooden carvings
Of chinese glyphs. Asian man with tongue curled-up on his upper lip
Carrying orange flowers, fresh wild mushrooms
And red, black, blue berries echoing
Sunrays; young lad in babyblue apron
Is artfully placing pieces of parsley between rows
Of raw shrimps, picture of Anubis and three bronzegreen hieroglyphs
The cover of a pocketbook; melted diamonds copulating with harshly angular roses
Into a fushia calf tattoo.
They carry their babies asleep
In brown nets, and drag knotted leaves baskets
In the waterstream, so as to catch fish
Bug streaked with powder blue veins pecking at a human palm
Like a leaf of sapphire gently fluttering, or a miniature piece of sky
Speckled with earth morsels, pure air old hair noises
In the mist, the distant cars drifting aloud
As bright pavements burst open.
A shirt that reads KIDS
A shirt that reads Jean-Paul Balzac
A shirt that reads CHICAGO BEARS
Kid girl smudging chocolate icecream
All over her face, love apples glittering in their crisp
Plastic membranes, three dogs rubbing their muzzles
Into a mauve water puddle, the rich fragrance of beefstew
Mating in the air with the pale yellow cloud-streams
Where building rooftops sometimes
Come to peak. Colley-dog couple daubed
In fluo red paint, a cap that read
DOLLARS, rainbow-colored
Papa’s beards, and the Autumn sun softly pastelling
The horizon, “What color is that wall?
Robin-egg?” A young Arab man fills up a lottery ticket against the lid
Of a garbage-can; champagne bottles glisten
In the sun; fat pigeons graze foodcrumbs from a pile of dirt
Like a herd of lazy cows running without hurrying towards the sound
Of a windmill. Someone stares hard at pictures of different mosses
On shelves, butterfly faces are painted over the faces
Of kids; a train comes in provenance from the town of
Eat-The-King; vague fried potatoes whiffs and long lashes
Of tea-green piss, a shirt that reads BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME
Pigeon chasing a lump of pure air all around
The train station; we feel just like this benevolent garbage that read
OTHER DETRITUS; a shirt that reads I LOVE CAT, a suitcase featuring a
I (arrow) THE WORLD glyph; fat turkish maid in red
Mopping a very small lump of earth
Again and again. Cosmos purple colored shirt draping
A wide Dennis Cooper-like
Chest, alien tongues merry and abstruse
Leaping all around it; a Korean boy is thoughtfully biting
Into a cold veal sandwich, bright green glades
Unfurling open; trainstation soldiers pass behind glass
To the sound of an amateur pianoplaying; miniature peagreen
Garbage trucks, snack-bar costermonger pensively grabs a canned duck
Cassoulet. Young Arab boys trying to keep open the eyes of a baby
All wrapped up in candy-pink; kid football team printed on a clock,
The upside down picture of a swimmer
On a coffee jar, children in karate clothing on an aluminum jar
And an African man in dolphin-blue shirt brought in a picture of two wives
In night blue djellabas, that he wants immortalized
In glass.
I saw a tiny boy in a yellow shirt that read I HAVE FORGOTTEN... SOMETHING
Above the picture of a fishbone scratching his balls
Through his pants, swells of smells pregnant with fries and steak sandwich
And fresh laundry, a mother and her two teenage sons licking icecream
Off the same bubblegum colored cone, a girl reading ECHO PARK
In a golden car, a Mickey Mouse vehicle for kids with
OUT OF SERVICE cardboard sign pasted
Upon Mickey’s forehead, a shirt that read ALL IS EAR IN LOVE AN WAR
A long-haired Asian man having coffee with his motorbike helmet on
A teenager on a bench staring with a bemused mien into the entrails
Of his double cheeseburger, a shirt that reads IMPOSSIBLE (IS FUN)
And the people eating dessert at the terraces all mesmerized by their blueberry phones
Into which they stare dumbly
As they ate
I saw a drunk man telling the bar’s patron “Your business
Will collapse soon”, the complete Bible for only 1,90euro,
BABYFOOT café, a pair of huge dreamcatcher-shaped earrings
Lightly lashing the cheeks like the desiccated wings of a snowbat
Or a pendulating war trophy, a lone chestnut lost in a timewave
From next Autumn, a cap that read KINGS,
TOGETHER LET’S GO AND MEAT JESUS poster along with the picture
Of Chinese children smiling at a small church, “God gives us with abundance
All things, so we may cum off them” ( - Timothy 6, 17), rose petals scattered
On the pavement and silverhaired man holding a lettuce-green dried flower bouquet
Upside down, “ I don’t want to hit you, I don’t want to kill you,
Just give me my shit”; an old man with yellow scroll tucked under his arm
Came out of the religious bookstore and said he had seen me before
Elsewhere, I was standing right in front of him
But I wasn’t dressed the same
Standing up next to the gingerbread display; large soiled-white panties
Flying lightly under a bench, a French book entitled, And you my heart
Why do you beat?, levitating head hands of a bald man
A shirt featuring the picture of a human skeleton in a coffin, another
That reads EJECT, another ALL YOU NEED; young girl passing over
The garden fence: “She’s going to break a bone”, mutters an old wife,
“At this age they’re unbreakable!” Answers the husband. Boy running around the park
In pastel yellow pyjamas, morsel of macadam cracked open like the belly
Of a black tangerine. Brian Keaton’s spit portrait incarnated
In a french teen, Arab man with completely gray hair
Brusquely tilting his head back to inject eyedrops in his left eye
As we pass; THE LORD IS FAITHFUL AND ENTIRELY
WORTHY OF TRUST (2 Thessalonian 3.3); a shirt that reads
EACH DAY NEEDS A LITTLE INSPIRATION, another one
WONDERFUL 25 on a formidably fat and ugly
Woman; small almond ice cream pot in small
Almond hands, fat chin dangling like overripe raisins
Out of a motorbike helmet; airplanes traces forming in the sky the remains
Of a nebulous opal repast, tourists eating fries and sandwiches
Washed down with tall mugs of beers, a policewoman stands guard
While chewing on something. Metallic skulls
Green, orange, silver; stuffed tiger with pale fir fur, fat lady
With a salmon sweater that reads TENESSEE LOVE in azure
Sucking with great joy the mouthhole
Of a coca-cola bottle; people ask passers-by questions
About beer, meanwhile mean crows
Are croaking; MEDIA 3000 ASTROLOGY, “Your future now
With precise dates!”, aging woman carrying a folded trampoline,
Huysmans Street; the flowershop where Lio Wu
Used to work; muscular bats ascending
A fat tree-branch, fertile
With unripe peaches; large lavender blue egg fallen
From a marine bluebird’s nest softly abducted
By the stream. The blind tasting of dust or ethylic beverage we used to give
Our cousin, Maya is long asleep, this bird is partially made
Of dark branchage, there is one lurking next to the sky with a chanting
That trembles dumbly
Upon his bird’s lips. The dominant males are taking the babies away
Into the voidholes of the yellow-green bushes
In their mouths; one of them, aging, sits among crackling waves
Of leaves, and looks back
Towards the screen – now transitionless clips
Of World War I battlefields, slowmo legs of kangaroos
Fighting, the green-butted ants
Again, giraffes forming an arc with their necks in a corolla
Across the sky, the wooden lair
Of rampant insects
Now a long procession of orang-outangs are running through the trees
On their four limbs; they have made prisoner a grasshopper whose legs they’ve coiled
In saliva threads. Zoomed-on ants with transparent bud-green heads
Carrying a fat dumpling-like larva to their burrow
Furnished with spit filaments in the hollow
Of an aloe leaf.
A shirt that reads BLESS THE MAD, girl smoking apple scents from a pink
Plastic pipe; kid merryfully sucking on lime-flavored Ricola
In a IT’S A LONG WAY HOME
Sweater; roasted corn disposed on the trail
So as to imitate the conic doors
Of a harem. Crystal-blue
Angel stickers, nearly
Transparent; dying basil plants
And chinese beers, little girl walking backward
With a plastic horse
In each hand. A shirt that reads
BAD DREAMS ARE MADE OF ME
Orange marmalade on crepes and a glasscan
Filled with half-cooked sausages; “ were they Chinese
Or Indian?” “Indian” “Oh well, that’s
The same”; a picture of Jeff Koons holding in his arms
A huge plastic lobster, the kind that kids sit on
To float above the ocean; an aging Black man on a motorbike
Just stopped us in the street and said, “Miss, when we were at the red light
A little earlier, the young woman said
You were interesting.” A shirt that reads
BABE: A LITTLE PIG GOES A LONG WAY
A shirt that reads MONSTER UNIVERSITY
One single candyfloss pink rose
Growing from a pot at the door of a tent, fat rubber ear
Adorned with constellation pattern among wooden carvings
Of chinese glyphs. Asian man with tongue curled-up on his upper lip
Carrying orange flowers, fresh wild mushrooms
And red, black, blue berries echoing
Sunrays; young lad in babyblue apron
Is artfully placing pieces of parsley between rows
Of raw shrimps, picture of Anubis and three bronzegreen hieroglyphs
The cover of a pocketbook; melted diamonds copulating with harshly angular roses
Into a fushia calf tattoo.
They carry their babies asleep
In brown nets, and drag knotted leaves baskets
In the waterstream, so as to catch fish
Bug streaked with powder blue veins pecking at a human palm
Like a leaf of sapphire gently fluttering, or a miniature piece of sky
Speckled with earth morsels, pure air old hair noises
In the mist, the distant cars drifting aloud
As bright pavements burst open.
A shirt that reads KIDS
A shirt that reads Jean-Paul Balzac
A shirt that reads CHICAGO BEARS
Kid girl smudging chocolate icecream
All over her face, love apples glittering in their crisp
Plastic membranes, three dogs rubbing their muzzles
Into a mauve water puddle, the rich fragrance of beefstew
Mating in the air with the pale yellow cloud-streams
Where building rooftops sometimes
Come to peak. Colley-dog couple daubed
In fluo red paint, a cap that read
DOLLARS, rainbow-colored
Papa’s beards, and the Autumn sun softly pastelling
The horizon, “What color is that wall?
Robin-egg?” A young Arab man fills up a lottery ticket against the lid
Of a garbage-can; champagne bottles glisten
In the sun; fat pigeons graze foodcrumbs from a pile of dirt
Like a herd of lazy cows running without hurrying towards the sound
Of a windmill. Someone stares hard at pictures of different mosses
On shelves, butterfly faces are painted over the faces
Of kids; a train comes in provenance from the town of
Eat-The-King; vague fried potatoes whiffs and long lashes
Of tea-green piss, a shirt that reads BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME
Pigeon chasing a lump of pure air all around
The train station; we feel just like this benevolent garbage that read
OTHER DETRITUS; a shirt that reads I LOVE CAT, a suitcase featuring a
I (arrow) THE WORLD glyph; fat turkish maid in red
Mopping a very small lump of earth
Again and again. Cosmos purple colored shirt draping
A wide Dennis Cooper-like
Chest, alien tongues merry and abstruse
Leaping all around it; a Korean boy is thoughtfully biting
Into a cold veal sandwich, bright green glades
Unfurling open; trainstation soldiers pass behind glass
To the sound of an amateur pianoplaying; miniature peagreen
Garbage trucks, snack-bar costermonger pensively grabs a canned duck
Cassoulet. Young Arab boys trying to keep open the eyes of a baby
All wrapped up in candy-pink; kid football team printed on a clock,
The upside down picture of a swimmer
On a coffee jar, children in karate clothing on an aluminum jar
And an African man in dolphin-blue shirt brought in a picture of two wives
In night blue djellabas, that he wants immortalized
In glass.
I saw a tiny boy in a yellow shirt that read I HAVE FORGOTTEN... SOMETHING
Above the picture of a fishbone scratching his balls
Through his pants, swells of smells pregnant with fries and steak sandwich
And fresh laundry, a mother and her two teenage sons licking icecream
Off the same bubblegum colored cone, a girl reading ECHO PARK
In a golden car, a Mickey Mouse vehicle for kids with
OUT OF SERVICE cardboard sign pasted
Upon Mickey’s forehead, a shirt that read ALL IS EAR IN LOVE AN WAR
A long-haired Asian man having coffee with his motorbike helmet on
A teenager on a bench staring with a bemused mien into the entrails
Of his double cheeseburger, a shirt that reads IMPOSSIBLE (IS FUN)
And the people eating dessert at the terraces all mesmerized by their blueberry phones
Into which they stare dumbly
As they ate
I saw a drunk man telling the bar’s patron “Your business
Will collapse soon”, the complete Bible for only 1,90euro,
BABYFOOT café, a pair of huge dreamcatcher-shaped earrings
Lightly lashing the cheeks like the desiccated wings of a snowbat
Or a pendulating war trophy, a lone chestnut lost in a timewave
From next Autumn, a cap that read KINGS,
TOGETHER LET’S GO AND MEAT JESUS poster along with the picture
Of Chinese children smiling at a small church, “God gives us with abundance
All things, so we may cum off them” ( - Timothy 6, 17), rose petals scattered
On the pavement and silverhaired man holding a lettuce-green dried flower bouquet
Upside down, “ I don’t want to hit you, I don’t want to kill you,
Just give me my shit”; an old man with yellow scroll tucked under his arm
Came out of the religious bookstore and said he had seen me before
Elsewhere, I was standing right in front of him
But I wasn’t dressed the same
THE SEA OF TRANQUILITY
On ketamine we fused our eyelids
And grew marine limbs pearly with reeds
And fell into a well kneaded in the blood of pure copper darkness
And resurrected humping ourselves in a sarcophagus set to rest
Between a pale copper silence and the Sphinx-swollen gleams
Of a subterrean seascape
Is it so dreadful then a thing
To die, crunched raw flesh and anything else that was given
We streamed down each others hips in small grape canopies
Filled up with the silences of the crests, the napes, the bistre watercress
The frogs swimming and hiding under little piles
Of acetone leaves, and hare limbs
Crouching under the crystal green
Of salt-perfused things. I was lying in the herbs
At the entrance of the forest and the flowers
Were croaking, they were
Young tulips.
And grew marine limbs pearly with reeds
And fell into a well kneaded in the blood of pure copper darkness
And resurrected humping ourselves in a sarcophagus set to rest
Between a pale copper silence and the Sphinx-swollen gleams
Of a subterrean seascape
Is it so dreadful then a thing
To die, crunched raw flesh and anything else that was given
We streamed down each others hips in small grape canopies
Filled up with the silences of the crests, the napes, the bistre watercress
The frogs swimming and hiding under little piles
Of acetone leaves, and hare limbs
Crouching under the crystal green
Of salt-perfused things. I was lying in the herbs
At the entrance of the forest and the flowers
Were croaking, they were
Young tulips.
https://soundcloud.com/themedievaldiarrheas, and Daphne Augustus:
http://daphneaugustus.tumblr.com/.
Their video works can be seen at https://www.youtube.com/user/purdeyk,
and their photofolktales at : 1thousandand101001nights.tumblr.com.
They are continually imagining Sphinx by David Lindsay at ssyrinxs.tumblr.com.
http://daphneaugustus.tumblr.com/.
Their video works can be seen at https://www.youtube.com/user/purdeyk,
and their photofolktales at : 1thousandand101001nights.tumblr.com.
They are continually imagining Sphinx by David Lindsay at ssyrinxs.tumblr.com.
