Poetry

Notes on 33 For Your Key Ring by Reckon

You should know  

knowing you should know and already do

dawning, undarking on wise minds

disco foil, drugs, the cornerstone story. 

Action! Cut. 

The rock lava tunnels are superconductive, 

the streets alchemical recipes, 

encoded philo stone in the think tank drunk

on tectonic phonics and contact languages

overstood by earthworms in symbolist daydreams, 

entranced in fancy hues if you wait long enough  

your nose will sniff out the ruse, 

the masks drop everything and think.

Hear that heavy metal song racing, 

hear that earbell lobe overwriting Control,

Newspeak, DoubleThink, forked tongues drugging  

drinks, brainwashed by blacklight beasts...

Notes on Bags of Poetry by Reckon

You have ten bags of poetry, broadsides, potions

So put the language where it appears out of sequence  

And stop coming up w/ new meanings & substituting facts for feelings

To cover your ass.

Why not instead show some skin & & don't pretend

Why not at least bare the dirt sexy soles of yr feet (everybody win).

Are you in a film or in reality? Are you dreaming or just a dish in someone else's feast?

Notes on Harmony Honey by Reckon

curtains slide double back

dimensional inter-light

opens electric luminous legs blessed between her

money

harmony honey

science courses physical fluid

silk such blouses

open seals and lift corresponding windows

dared open

dared noise, nature

energy being between temples with delicious.

Notes on The Dimension of our deep-rooted desire that is richer and more expansively resonating by Reckon

In a letter to the botanist:

art can reflect a genuine and considerable biological adaptation shaped by our

"ancestors"

have been clouding the same unconscious audience — 

buttered by empty promises, simple desires delusions —

again and again to maintain the narrative

origins of species, origin as in 

genetic genesis

fossils of the kind

deeply seated in human nature,

attention rooted in the sense of aesthetic harmony — 

attention through these feelings longing — 

neurons and deepest nature attempt to make sense of the knee

jerk itself, spin doctors hammer it to get a rise.

The feelings are not only emotional beings but advertising

butter, a rigorous evolutionary experience of the emotion as mere use of signs,

So...Predictable reaction, re-enactment, limits in space for shelves to fit all sizes.

Notes on Eyelash Keys Nevertheless by Reckon

Smashed ladies with the spicy breath slide into cozy booths red like the walls and ceiling like their lips  charmers of snakes and feelins and fisher kings hypnotized by sexy steak hot legs turned on by eyelash keys nevertheless in a hot pink dress interconnected cosmic stargazers, middle fingers to the whole fuckin room eyebrow raisers throughout illumined where the hexy hips danced out shadowy shifting shapes by the bonfire where quivering nostrils flared for gold mine mountain air in a luau counting clouds taking them slowly into your mouth working it without a censor...

 

Quivering eyebrow mountain

shadowy shapes from the fire, sexy steak

nostrils flare working spicy air cruise

Eyelash legs cosmic cloudy mouths

Without a censor  

hexy hips slide slowly into yr mouth

hot legs illumine gold mine room

charmers of snakes and feelings

working it until it blisters

 

 

 

Notes on Bubblegum Bridge by Reckon

Blunt tweeting shroom under the bubblegum bridge,

light gears chasing charms, flavors flesh-sexy in silence as much as talking,

human verb here rubbing the racing interface, illumination radars:

blue dream, grape kush, sour diesel, say, to the mainline human humming  

In that ear globe, overwriting controls over biting taste, replacing drugs with cake 

cake with drugs fakes with original models and makes;

a company takeover floods the body with blood conjuring typewriters and telephone

panties

flood fancies

many verses fire winged wiring

Trips to memory island

Notes on My So Called Band by Reckon

Hey.

My So Called Band is opening for The Fuck This at Emo's on Saturday, part of the crowdfunded Good/Evil/OD Fest of which ya heard, no doubt. Prepare for blunt tweeting, sexy humans dancing flesh, grape kush blue dreaming, slick photogenic outta sight everything serving messages, a process, a musical farce, circle drums, drama, hip hot watered down diluted jam master bait, fake street art sweethearts and romantic brand ruses. Come on, get wet. There will be bubbles. Jonesing air waves, exposure, unofficial everything.  Swaying excitedly, hypnotized body paint, red hot old hat ostriches sniffing glue (who over inhale it...like swallowing your money to save it).

Notes on The Wizard of Lozenges by Reckon

"There won't be a charge but there will be a fee." - Brian S. Wah

 

Neandertal tongue at half past midnight, trick pricked all bridled on broken stars, stool rats and the aw shucks Sahara stocking acid rain lasers manufactured abroad by Lazarus Inc which may or may not be a front, a mirage, a casino, a fully functional bunker with two lane highways and traffic lights, the whole kitchen sync. 

 

Think about the words just for the hell of it the systems, a few forked tongues with misplaced ambitions, who said they shot blanks but we smell victims hooked on the broadcast mediums, swallowing sWords, spells baked by drones anchoring enterprises playing with erasers and a ton of young skin, emotional resonance

traded on the nose on the #NYSE for the wizard of lozenges

In: fighting over nothing  

in: a game no one wins

 

 

 

Notes on Feels and the Effect on a Thousand Bees by Reckon

Advanced Roman drones, the best of the bees this season

who speak ancient news in lecture halls

who speak food who eat bone and brain matter

bored with fancy empire jetset speak,

hooked on outdoor malls and roads riddled with sacrificial crosses,

boulevards and bowling lanes logo littered

subliminal superimposed media matter

Hiding behind colleges who taught no symbol 

Or secret language with X-ray pen

GRENDEL's thousands of mystical stamps 

each many steps ahead with its own puzzle or word game

and advice on how to bee or unbee alien verses, vampire zombie programs versus Feels

and the effect on a thousand bees.

 

GRENDEL the whole

world is like totally in

Love with you;

They are nothing if not rubber faint feigning

Re creation rituals renovating the words / images for reals---

MILLIONS PAY fees payable to GRENDEL SPEAKING GRENDEL

Who buy their own meals

Who option empire

overstanding overstand engineered

In Overstanoverstand 

the true coveted gateway getaway of the season 

A weeklong trip to the Original 

Before The Knews coded It 

 

Notes on Smoke Tricks and Fast Cash Cactus by Reckon

Crystals in the coffee brew bro

Open source code open sewers commode

Dynastic broods brooding down Hollywood Blvd

Counting all the cobwebs collaged

Underground and in the corners

Rats and stars under your feet

Or high overhead I overheard Wall Street

Cashing in while you were sleeping, inebriated,

Passed out at the bar after batting practice.

I heard you bet on both sides and mediated.

Fast cash cactus.

The Pulchritudinous Review No. 2 by Reckon

The Pulchritudinous Review is an arts magazine with an emphasis on avant garde poetry and graphic art. Renee Zepeda edited and compiled it using a rare & highly desirable scarlet letterpress cover printed with sea-blue ink by Ken Mikolowski in Ann Arbor, Michigan. The cover paper is handmade from Nepal; the red thread is archival. This issue is handbound with a Japanese binding and is approximately 75 pages. Poetry comprises the majority of the content, but there are also short stories, photography, and colorful paintings. 

Featured writers and artists include: Anne Waldman, Alice Notley, Ann Mikolowski, Elizabeth Robinson, Roberto Tejada, Christine Hume, Matthew Rohrer, Timothy Callaghan, Nicola Pinder, and Chris Weige, among others. 

As a bonus one original handmade postcard from a collection of only 500 will accompany the magazine. 

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