3 collages inspired by abstract comics/ graffiti/ Prinzhorn collection

new collages

THIS ROOM I'M IN IS

Minding eyes with its glass girlfriend
That changes me into her police body and
Forces both my chopped torsos to
Herd around like mounted faces
Where one is
What I'd name
Two people going from bruises to doors
Going shut in some shared head likely causing blunt authority
Over a few chimes of horror and then onward there's doubt and that's all
Demon penis, Dostoevsky.


I MAKE A FACE AND GET IN LINE ANYWAY

The woman has her hair pulled into a machine. A universal appeals but doesn't state what the equipment was. Hair loves nothing. The official said accident.


INHERITANCE 2

You're your you years.
Yeah, write
And would work
Words with a who and will
Which is where the when, what,
We're, well, we ways of water that was
A want to very use us up and um,
Uh-huh, uh TV too.
Time those and this
Thinking of things they're these there, the them
That take such a state, something so
She sees and says right, really a president
Percent of people parts over outer our-others, or
Only one on ok oh number. Now is not no news, and
New is much of most, and more than a million mhms mean
It's me, the many I may make made a lot to look long and
Like the let's know a kind and just info if we had
Guessed good goings to go, given from first finds evenly down.
I don't do day-canned calling byes before I've been because I'll
Be back at any ah after.

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INHERITANCE 1

Fatal is soil the

Dumber mouth is

The spent that's stuff

That came that beast

As God as worm

Legs covered with good toad ears

Choose my begging

Garden full of slave

Cities full of slave

Brains full of lays and political

Olden days in a lizard's scrappy

Penis shitting doughnuts

To heaven or hell

With a bag full of farting 

Doughnuts made from balding eggs

Hold on and tan their virgin parts

Fun stomachs are weird

Nose brushed pig tender huge chin air smushing though

Kissing like bone essence of the very sane 

Soil is sodomy

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BREAKFAST

Retired jellyfish choke a mall of seaweed. A homage to newly unearthed columns of fifteen dark messages prophesizing shores in all human navels. Swimming pools rowing between apartment walls.

SELF-PORTRAIT IN BARK

Tag reindeers. Stab and maybe resurrect. So.

Propose to drunken lead the life still in a dead world. Constellations swaying.

Their violet and pink surplus matched by a black owl perched like a madman's bagel.

In a circle of mannequins the great cycle of ticking racks link. That's life yet to be spare.

Moss and poppy was. Whales on icy lava equal.

THE FRIENDS

The carved horse. Its little hell. Bright barge flailing. Flat in factory. Ears that don't belong anymore. Glass suppers and creation.

GORGE FORM

In the forest dreaming of more. Thoughts get bitchier. Death.

On the way a cake knife behinds a curtain. Bow and arrow gorges form.

Mercury spree. Bursting dune. Lake of thunderstorms. Forests stew.