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The Abyss of Dreams: SLIPPERY AS A PEACOCK
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Monday, October 12, 2009. SLIPPERY AS A PEACOCK. Slippery as a peacock. I went sliding down a mountain. I had travelled through the sword fields. And gathered cocktails of ants and sheltered honeycomb. My mother turned into a statue of cheese. And spritely wombats devoured her. Before a collapse could say, "drown me in chocolate! A thunderstorm blew its bebop dirge. In celebration of this unsettled earthquake. In a tourniquet made on the moon.
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The Abyss of Dreams: December 2009
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Saturday, December 26, 2009. Within the grasp of a cuttlefish. Who swam from the center of Eden,. A murderous symbol of nothingness. Grappled with somebody's life. This somebody was a woman,. Naked and young and yearning. Her thighs held the wines of a festival. That the sea otters called in the dawn. Her breasts were the dreams of an octopus. Who danced through the dust of the bay. And who sang of the love of the unarmed girl. Swam the gentle air,.
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The Abyss of Dreams: WHERE LOVERS HIDE
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Saturday, December 26, 2009. Within the grasp of a cuttlefish. Who swam from the center of Eden,. A murderous symbol of nothingness. Grappled with somebody's life. This somebody was a woman,. Naked and young and yearning. Her thighs held the wines of a festival. That the sea otters called in the dawn. Her breasts were the dreams of an octopus. Who danced through the dust of the bay. And who sang of the love of the unarmed girl. Swam the gentle air,.
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The Abyss of Dreams: THE ABYSS OF DREAMS
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. THE ABYSS OF DREAMS. A fly’s breath and reverie. Subtle wine drunk from the lips. Of one who draws me. Into her own magic. I have dreamed of dances. Naked hilltop leaps toward the stars. Gibbering songs of exquisite joy. Daring escapades of love and chaos. We howl our fire out into the night. And the stars grow brighter. May crawl through the windmills. Of vast oceans of sperm. Then there will be green fountains. Of a fruit bat.
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The Abyss of Dreams: NO MONKEYS ARE SOLDIERS, ALL MONKEYS ARE MISCHIEVOUS
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. NO MONKEYS ARE SOLDIERS, ALL MONKEYS ARE MISCHIEVOUS. To the unicorn of pleasure. Whose gilded hoof is a chipmunk. Saturated with the almonds of disgust. I begged to penetrate the anisette fortress. Which dances like a pendulum. I lick it with a tongue of cabbage fish sauce. Embrace the piercing scream. Of a maiden intoxicated. By the magic files of apes. Of a single night. The feast of vibrant elephants. Of a concord concubine.
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Resolute Playfulness: ON POETIC LIVING
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AGAINST THE LOGIC OF WORK Manifestoes, poetry, perhaps a few stories reflecting the rebellion of one individual against the logic of a society of work and leisure, of unwitting slavery and entertainment at a price. Reckless, ridiculous, unreasonable, mad. Anarchic, surreal, dada… None of the words on this site are themselves subversive, but all point to an endeavor to subvert reality…. Monday, September 14, 2009. Labels: A Feral Challenge. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Oakland, CA 94623.
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Resolute Playfulness: THE REVOLUTION OF DAILY INTERACTIONS
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AGAINST THE LOGIC OF WORK Manifestoes, poetry, perhaps a few stories reflecting the rebellion of one individual against the logic of a society of work and leisure, of unwitting slavery and entertainment at a price. Reckless, ridiculous, unreasonable, mad. Anarchic, surreal, dada… None of the words on this site are themselves subversive, but all point to an endeavor to subvert reality…. Monday, September 14, 2009. THE REVOLUTION OF DAILY INTERACTIONS. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Oakland, CA 94623.
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Resolute Playfulness: DREAMING IN THE FACE OF DISASTER
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AGAINST THE LOGIC OF WORK Manifestoes, poetry, perhaps a few stories reflecting the rebellion of one individual against the logic of a society of work and leisure, of unwitting slavery and entertainment at a price. Reckless, ridiculous, unreasonable, mad. Anarchic, surreal, dada… None of the words on this site are themselves subversive, but all point to an endeavor to subvert reality…. Sunday, September 13, 2009. DREAMING IN THE FACE OF DISASTER. The poetry of true utopia rests within the heart of desire...
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The Abyss of Dreams: September 2009
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The Abyss of Dreams. The poetry of Apio Ludicrus. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. UNHOLY PRAYERS AND ANTI-SERMONS. Over the earth,. How often will we. Have to kill god. Before this bloody specter. Stops haunting our dreams. And turning this world. Have watched brown vomit dripping. From the mouths of politicians and. It blends with the bloody wine. Of their divine and patriotic. Sacrifice of someone else’s youth. And joy and life. For those stinking turds. That they call god and country. Of a gypsy parasol.
