FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hi, how are ya. Good.
It’s a Monday here in IN. I was going to do yet another blog about akathisia for you, because it’s very important & I’ve learned lots of stuff ‘bout it. But first I wanted to share the 9/11 poems (aka my first Psychic Safari, the one I didn’t know I was on until c. 9/12/01)
It dawned on me that 9/11 is old enough to drink now and I haven’t, as far as I recall, ever shared the full document of my early psychic safari. At least not here on FacebookmetaBlogger. I do remember typing them up on MySpace.
MYSPACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I still miss that shitty little place.
Anyway…I’ve included some photos of the only remaining document I could find — an email I sent to my dad on 1/16/02 after he bombarded me with Xtian themed chainmails. We had been estranged for many years & reconnected at my brother’s wedding in 2001 & he never sent me one personal email asking what I’d been up to for the last decade, so I decided he needed to be bombarded by automatic writing.
I sent him all the automatic writing I did on the remainder of my psychic safari. He deserved it. I think his fancy-haired wife intercepted it all anyway.
Enjoy —
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Wish I was a morbid wiseman
Strange authority whispering sidewalk slogans
That make no sense in this century.
Aug 3, 2000
And behind the black curtain
Lights went on acute w/ portents
A danger so insipid
It destroys mankind at its soul
The Birds of War 8-8-00
Safety sabotaged
Injury of spinal structure
Deposed brain & lightning heart
Follow millions into spooky coma
Everyone a failure ‘cep the bad guy,
The monster, the computer
All ready with endless plans
Diagramming your destruction
You are not safe to turn right
When you leave your room
For they lurk there in their silk terror
They follow you into the restroom
For a routine chokehold
Saved by the flushing toilet
Scaring up a witness to your arbitrary karma.
June 2000
Status octane pumping aggregate herds
Up veins in Manhattan skyscrape organismus
World renovation distribute new cities
Crost all desolate lands
No more chokehold
No fear stems from chaos
Arrested boys in military drag
Police third degree car;
Where were you on the night peace & freedom
Drowned in a revolution
To keep it alive?
I was out sky-diving.
June 2000
Stiff eyes, trenchant gazes
Learn enough about white boy
To know he’s from the sky
Hostile takeover
Soon historical karma
Will make white boy extra-terrestrial
June 2000
Pilot passing over prismatic ocean
Creating triptych access
Carefully targetted.
July 2000
The eyeball
Saw it all coming & cried
Psychic resident,
Television panic,
Traffic fury
In the dark room
The eerie glow
From the miracle window
Brings voices near
And now you’re not alone.
July 2000
We hear our voices
Through melted receivers
But the interpretation
Is always the same —
Death cannot come too soon
For this collision.
To end this way —
How climactic,
How fiery & loud!
We would never believe
Our fear in retrospect —
We would never understand
How we could dread this moment.
July 2000
Television crystal ball
Shows vision of violence
Subliminal prediction force
Sends a message through the eyes
Porthole Iris lets them in
Without security, no I.D. check
And the television was right.
Now exalted as reality.
July 2000
Pink stars collide in space
And form a batik explosion
Neon announcement credible from a telescope
A lucid phenomenon of the new millenium
God has returned
From his New York sepulchre
That astral borealis
Causing more collidascope
On the ceiling of the sky
Than the roof of your church
Dec. 2000
Birds fly
As big as planes
To a glass nest
Secured from the public eye…
Jan. 2001
Underground hostility
Baby undertaker
Tall currents of rage
Rise in a skyscraper
Feb. 2001
Earthquake sounds
And faith asunder under the sidewalk
There thrives a community
Chaotic insects inhabiting the cracks
That make us cry when they rip through our houses
From here to Seattle eternity
Airlines desperation throes
Crash landing into barbed-mesh-
Nail-split ruins
Fractures bone & metal & even glass
Then fills a colony ship
With metaphysic travelers.
March 2001
Under a blood red mountain
Six superior survivors
Cheated the giant machine
Marketplace swarming with empty eyes
Nobody expected our mutual danger
April 2001
Sparkly buildings below the airplane
Can you guess how many years
I’ve fallen through these clouds
No memory of the universe
Before this human prison.
April 2001
New York again —
Heading East tonite repeatedly
L.A. is a city too & closer to the ocean
But I want undertones of dirt
Mechanic hands trapping me there.
A star shooting across the sky &
Then a gun shooting across the room.
You missed my heart by a minute,
My spine by a mile.
April 2001
Xylophone guitar
So in tune with the skyline
Tooth-sharp in light & dark
Sometimes I don’t know what to say
So I see for miles through water & fire
from England >>> America
Look through earth & air
To see the past & future blend
From Boston >>> New York >>> Philadelphia >>>
Miami >>> Chicago >>> Dallas >>> Seattle >>>
SanFrancisco >>> L.A.
Writing songs,
Singing to the sea
With the city behind me.
April 2001
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| this one seems even more like 9/11 when it's cut in half |
Male banshee
Mourning on a rooftop in Manhattan
Any enormous skyline biting the distance
Kamikazee windows
Flying in from the rising sun
Studio 54 horror
How the axis turns.
May 2001
Star power
The lucid red violence
Rose to a crescendo
Unlike any other explosion.
The skull grew cracks & fractures
All around eyes &
The sky spoke meningitis megaphone
Blaring down streets
Hollow vertebra terror
We never made it to NYork that day
And the floor of the world
Opened like jaws below your feet.
May 2001
Busy expressway
Wax corpse
Steel scalpel carving candle-meat
And blood leaking underneath
Advanced decomp
Stinking up the architecture
I hear the sound
Of helium heartbeat
Saddened by entrapment
Talk to me I’m scared
Hit zero for human sound
And a pulsebeat in a fingertip
911 death in the street
Blood in the hair
Skull wound
Black out.
May 2001
Silver lips mouthing the song
Airwaves doomed for eternity
To corporeal hell
The crust of earth is damnation locale
Certain cinder-somebodies
Gouge away at purgatory
Waiting room irritation aggravation
Break the walls & kill us all
Overexposed to shelter.
May 2001
The disco diva
Rising on the platform
Silver afro lighting up the night
Times Square millenium
Silver ball drops down eleven flights
Screams reach into illicit windows
And grab around for safety
Elevator stuck between floors
Occupied by savagery
When you slip past my knees
And fondle my inferiority
I see her pinpoints of light
as they rain & fall & blow away
Not fixed to any electricity.
May 2001
Take your hallucinogenic religion
And destroy yourselves with it.
Your numbers are thinning
It is a dying legend and
Who knows if it will undo the nation, the world.
How will we end —
Knowing it was all a joke?
Or in a final permanent moment of clarity?
May 2001
I wish the population
Would divide in random half.
I’ll go if I haffta.
I want empty seats on the airplane.
Quiet sidewalks.
Traffic sparse.
Actions of inhumane violence
A nominal headline
In a faraway derelict land.
July 2001
City upon city
With the same six buildings
Tall white graves where bodies vaporized
And it was always a dangerous job,
But that’s okay
Because droids are doing it &
Who cares if they are safe?
July 2001
The third wave of war history
Now erupting in a plague
Invisible enemy line crossed in each cell
A grim war —
The most casualty ever…
July 2001
I wanted to see everyone’s face break
After optic nerves or ear canal witnessed truth.
Hate. Prejudice. Violence.
Blinders always in place during
The most dangerous game.
I see history distort &
Wonder what happened all along.
Explosion.
An ocean of wisdom.
Universe graveyard — we’re next.
Sept. 4, 2001
Next time — akathisia stuff [aka the fun stuff] We have fun here, right?
