Jibber Jabber from a Jim Jam Jabberwocky

nice…is there? texture around the mouth? how big? i really dig this, it’s so paradoxical good, friendly colorful but sad? happy song in a minor key or something like that, maybe? ug.

ah thank you Jillc. No texture around mouth. It is 9.5” by 12”. Watercolor, pen, and ink that I don’t know the proper name of, but got for Christmas from gf. I really dig your discription of a happy song in a minor key. never thought of it like that. thank you, thank you, thank you once again.

Ten Thousand Leagues Under The Influence

Colossal feedback emanates,
finger nail needs cutting,
before the hangman waits for noose,

and I, just a seeker,
pulling bits from pieces,
grave yard five finger candy store,
for peanuts savagely left by
Luciferian cub scouts,
trolling internet avenues
pursing three headed majority leader,

slay the dragon on lunchboxes!
High-Fructose Corn Spitters!
Watch Out!

Danger lurks all over this
kitchen table, hellions with
pocket knife’s, glasses empty
batteries, will they explode?

Who knows,
what a question is?

jibber jabber from a jim jam jabberwocky

avant-que-joublie:

senseless rhymes and
meaningless words,
scrawled and
forgotten -

flowing lines and
piercing words,
carve and
remembered -

gibberish
sandwiched
between
eloquence

I second this wonderful motion!

A-C Repairman would have been there by now but he was updating his tumblr about how much he - wait for it - hates his job. Hope it cools off soon….

haha, thanks. he actually came once already(wait what?), but he had to go across town to grab a new motor. luckily it is still early and not 90+ degrees outside. I am sure he is busting his ass, he looks like the type of guy who loves friday post work beer time. but who doesn’t. can’t complain too much, I did take a vacation day.

Poem On Waiting for A/C Repairman

playing,
waiting game
on this Friday
morn,

want to shit,
want to shower,
won’t,

knowing how
this works,

as soon as
ass hits porcelain,
naked body
hits warm water,

knock
knock
who’s there?

Haiku#79

heat, heat, A/C why?
can’t eat, read, draw, nap, jerk off,
thank god for cold beer

Afternoon Poem Before Going Home to Check The A/C

hours between
Seven-thirty in a em
    and
twelve-thirty pee em
    can
feel like days
     like lifetimes
 
words written now forgotten
words failed to be written
 now lost in skulls cavernous winds
 (I have faith that they will return)

I am not the me I was when I woke
      
 could finally eating have something
 to do with it?

simple sandwich
changes whole of mind and body
 
 no different than
  a butterfly causing a tidal wave

chaos theory hunger pains?
 
 none of this matters, for I

must figure out where this change is taking me.

Maria

Denounce your clothes
Maria,
throw them in a pile
next to my
warped records and
empty bottles,

don’t worry,

my conscious
won’t bite, I
swear,

Maria
Maria
Maria

let us deny
the light,
call ourselves
prisoners of
flesh,

do you know
that escape will come
to those who
penetrate
the halls
of social
stigma,

we are werewolves
Maria,
dance with me to
tune of
silver bullet
orgasm,

escape
Maria,
lies
between
your
thighs.