by oswald james
smoking gnome brains with the gnomes of zurich
iâ€™m a suffering mop
sitting on a sinking houseboat
sheeplike in my shrinking
dip my hands in cool water and
sip the humidity
cuz these parachute pants got their own zip code
and iâ€™m a passed out leafletÂ passed out
bearing a striking resemblance to the other side
with blue moon pasties on my beauty marks
feeling frizzed since the panhandle
tweeked and skitzed out
in my adobe
iâ€™m a sleeper
iâ€™m a slipper and a spider
a reptilian planet
aligned with nowhere
a baby bird buried to a snake
a lunar hag
a face with no head
floating thru the dustbowl
flapping from pole to pole
with a twisted hokey poke
and puppet wings
woke up in a dead garden
on my lotus drinking cactus ass
cuz i couldnâ€™t breathe anymore
0 thoughts on “gnome brains”
Mmm. Such a trip! It’s a privaledge to read material from H & H’s co-founder! I literally said ‘humph’ with my eyes/brows in a blown-away kinda way on reading some of the word-combos and ideas expressed here and marvelling at the flow and the twists/turns on this zine-style catechism replete with Castaneda/Kerouacian poetically philosophic ragamuffin thill-ride! There, i done sucking up with my humbly exotic worshipping. Loved it man! How’d you know i find houseboats so intriguing? lol.
This poem should go in the print issue whenever it comes out!
I dug this one out of an email from the old days. Thought it\’d be worth a post. Glad you enjoyed it.
Holy shit this poem just dropped acid. Good shit!