misener @ February 10, 2010 # 5 Comments
Testes Theology
A time/space bounce between Shawn Misener and Quasimofo
1.
They erected PVC crosses
marking an apocalyptic energy pattern
from Lansing to Stephenville
They sucked energy drinks through their ears
while Jesus stood at the end of a diving board
made solely of indifferent souls and tungsten
looking down he remarked to his sidekick
about switching the robes out
for a purple body suit made [...]
Quasimofo @ January 30, 2010 # 2 Comments
Helldog Love Snogging Cowgirl Alarm Clocks and Jesus Christ on a Popsickle Stick
by C. Wilder and Quasimofo [wonder twin powers 'activate!']
oNe
Let us embrace the fictittylicious love
at first blogsite and write
the most beautiful thing
about love from the heart:
“Locked at the lips and locked
at the hips tongues twist in watusi
under cross-eyed stars; the camcorder plays
cold panic pithy [...]
Quasimofo @ December 19, 2009 # 3 Comments
ThE FlAmBoYaNtLy PrEtEnTiOuS ImAgInArIuM
oF dR. QuAsImOfo, Or SoOtHiNg ThE sAvAgE gRiZzLy
AnD bI-pOlAr BeArS At A SwEdIsH dElIcAtEsSEn
in PoLyEsTeR aLeSiAn fIeLdS
For Michelle Cann 1962—2009
There’s a tip of the iceberg like a goddess’s breast
fitting you to a ‘T’ in a wet T-shirt contest—and trust me,
you are a goddess among Chiquitas!
The drab wholeness of fragmented mirrors lay purely [...]
Quasimofo @ October 20, 2009 # 4 Comments
Mixmaster M.C. Escher of the Spastic Leroy Bejesus Bojangles 9 volt tongue or Scot-Irish Mofo Samurai in the Land of Mexican Machismo has 1 million fans on Facebook
For Sandra Begotka
by Quasimofo Snyder
Eins @
i want to live how i want and be left the fuck alone,
you know, yoke me to a machine and watch me go…
as [...]
Quasimofo @ September 6, 2009 # 7 Comments
nun-the-sabratical-wurst-for-where?
by quasimofo
‘Back away from the brightness
cause the brightness
creates blindness’ it said
to me,
as i F E L T in my arms
an in-love-with-love
M U S E
breathing
c a l m k a p l u e y
into my ice cream ear,
kissing cornered sweat
from my post-partum neck..
her hand easing
like resolved inebriation
down my jack-hammered
chest cavity
releasing pent-up steam.
My heart’s been
stamped by
a cookie-cutter
and [...]
Quasimofo @ July 24, 2009 # 7 Comments
Impregnating Blow-up dolls and longest daydreams 86,400 seconds before slumber [Allegro Vibrato in D Major]
by Quasimofo Dali
i.
a moment in your mom’s world is meant to breathe wean
when K^A^P^L^U^E^Y!!! !!,
the next minute lifts its umbilical mini-skirt
crying for stipulations with stipends escraping the dregs
of doldumbs’ non-accommodations.
A symphony about a painting about a poem
becomes this here-there wacky spasticality
of [...]
Quasimofo @ May 3, 2009 # 6 Comments
Conga line Gummy Bears in the Age of Sexually Ambiguous Elizabethan Poets
(For Shawn Misener’s Colon)
by Quasimofo Bear
under the canopy of a debauched awning
and the skinny-dipping parameters
of A.M. pre-dawn, my Mack truck stereo
yip and yaps belated birth cries escorted
by a squadron of treble-fixed Mini-Coopers.
Bull dogs bite down and don’t ease off
on this explosive hoo-rah which ticks
like [...]
Quasimofo @ March 2, 2009 # 7 Comments
The Poetry of Modern Japanese Architecture
in a Shitamachi Row House
“Creating architecture is to express representational aspects of the real world, such as nature, history, tradition and society, in a spatial structure, which is an abstract concept, composed by clear, transparent logic.” –Tadao Ando—
by Quasimofo Onizuka
…the singular essence of unadorned simplicity gives me
compound fractures thru a [...]
Quasimofo @ January 3, 2009 # 10 Comments
‘Chitlins who surf porn still believe in Santa Claus’ and other musings mused naked on an imitation Polar Bear rug by a fake fireplace {a Christmas poem for H&H Scrooges}
by Quasimofo
Oh hark the herald motherfucker sings:
i found the shit out when i was 7 from a Bourbon egg-nogged
step-dad who yanked the step-ladder out from Jesus [...]
Quasimofo @ October 13, 2008 # 11 Comments
Post-Modern Zen and the Revised 8-fold path 7:02
by quasimofo
For Ikkyu
read page 29 every Tuesday and hope
the bowel movements occur on time.
Go ahead and over-generalize, god has to be somewhere.
excerpt from an expired love letter:
…kiss it with a blind eye and you
are its slave. kiss it awakened and
you suffer eternally. I’m just some-
one who sees [...]