phil toptuskenstien

headboard bus kills cribbage
canon cowards
burn down the stream
with nine live nuns
fishing for free from the delaware
dressed in the forks
and knives and guns
dropped down the dream
barely bent by sink disposal
reaching through the scream
door.
.
3mj
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desperate dawn,
a seasons cosmetic
hacky sac
gold burning
vampire neural
virus central
nervous daylight
metric system
blinks focus to feeling
over fences and falling gutter.
hollowing plastic reindeer
and insulation.
leaving swingset smooth
events and bubbles along the lines
of loops and condensation
among the universe of a ceiling.

one clock faced into the skin moments disguised as we,
level with just after evening over the stair walls ink , and
smoked with the white spiders
on the foreheads surface gravity
falling into a surgery
with byzantium eyes to pan or prowl
beneath a sectional couch
in the middle rib of emotion.

but why always a wingspan for the conquistador?

why always this silkscreen to kill me?

letting go of a lens is no easy snowman
in arenas with the colas drank dark.
lost chances are hyenas
mistaken as an observation for the motives isotope.
a parkbench transistorized sparrow
going near light speed and ethereal at 6 miles per hour
sports blue 1000 amp upholstered bones:
stealth choppers
drag titanic garments over cast iron mannequins
passing mall security
and pretend a goodbye to written words.

huddled into serrated
momentary textures
the storefront fails the vanishing point
the temporary stairwell exhales
across the gulf
and mount ararat of
the northern corner of a sunbeams drone
and wanders into the iced east heads or tails.
several hundred miles more,
worlds clung to the many headlamps
of monochromatic Volkswagens.

by the broken teeth of a comb
plucked by trembling finger,
pressed flowers decompose upon the lips
of the sound ungodly loud.
what remains as frozen precipitation
echoes in the steams of human mumble
with literally palpitating umbrellas.

for whom it may concern,
.





errant love, return,
with the heartbeat fresh or canned,

with fools impertinence
and swimming pools.
.
…3mj

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Clepsydra synchronous

desperate dawn,
a seasons cosmetic
hacky sac gold
burning
vampire neural
virus central
nervous daylight
metric system
blinks focus to feeling
over fences aglitter and falling gutter.
hollowing plastic reindeer
and pink insulation.
leaving swingset smooth
events and bubbles,
radars of loops and condensation
in the universe of the ceiling.

one clock faced into the skin moments disguised as we,
level and just after evening astride the stairwalls ink ,
smoked with the white spiders
on the foreheads surface gravity
falling into a surgery.
byzantium hands pan or prowl
beneath a sectional couch
in the middle rib of emotion.

but why always a wingspan for this conquistador?
.
why always this silkscreen to kill?
.
letting go of a lens is no easy snowman
in arenas with the gunshots drank dark.
lost chances are hyenas
mistaken as observation for the motives isotope.

On a parkbench fed ex transistorized sparrow
going near light speed and ethereal,
a time bombs arrow
16 centimeters per earth hour
sires the upholstered bones:
nomenclatureless meat clown recursive stealth choppers
drag titanic garments-
the finest mime product toiletries
and dead sea scrolls
-over cast iron mannequins
passing mall security,
pretending goodbye to the wax and whirl
raw of written words.

huddled into serrated
momentary textures
the storefront fails the vanishing point
the temporary stairwell exhales
across the gulf
and mount olympus
on the northern corner of the sunbeams drone.
what wanders into the iced east heads or tails
for several hundred miles more are moist worlds
clung to the many headlamps
of probabilistic volkswagens.

until a fractured gear of the apeture
plucked by the trembling linger.

reentry glare overloads the broken tooth,
sculpting with white clay
a decomposing cypress among other cypress.
along the lagoon,
a gypsy moth contemplates the liquids equilibrium
as ungodly loud,
only for a moment.
.
what remains in motion picture background gray
as frozen precipitation,
echoes in the steams of transmission
and human mumble
with literally palpitating umbrellas.

for whom it may concern,
.






errant love, return,
with the heartbeat fresh or canned,

with this fools impertinence
and swimming pools.
.
…3mj

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give me the cheese.


channel 1663 would like to 2
$15.99
shed this opportunity

a broken marionettes sawdust headstone hail:

crash muhfuh cashew
strung over the futures burial
peels a slab of vacuum
% space shaped by the rubbing cartilage.
bututututututut,s
of passing motorists
rowing chicken bones,
clicking past the marrowed m.i.r. and
mere and mirror images in mud pududdles .

- to the right the shaded anomaly
-skims the booty wing and iteration
-with a one eight hundred number


2.8 aint leet liters of secret seas.
in ant inert aunt topless trees
topple.
Brochures enable,
see crete for only
the cost betrayed in sidewalk salt,

yeah.


a hand puppet of an ovens momentary meeting
with an etcha sketch
of evel knievel smudged over soft rare
meat red piers
begins choking on the heated tongue of its reason.
Velvet,
through the chaise lounge ceiling
drops lena horne with the elderly feeding pigeon wings.
.
sings pass me the heart of desperate
spiritus verbatim rationing
live torn force feed.

-and this is the horn just breaking the skin.

This is the bull:
ha
heh

ho
Telemundo!


...3mj
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but who am island obsolete
as a saline surrounded by flesh wounds
and tent fold fables told by fingers
beneath tables and field dressings blessed by a virgins
vessel overturned..
bodies rotting in wheat and drainage basins.
..you are welcome are your welcomes
with cigar grease wheels to move through the rented rooms in twos on all fours
stapling on 2x4's.
leda and the swan freeze to the tongue of spacetime.

you are welcome are the welcomes
along the spiralling form of a steps geometry
before the stairs ensue

and nothing more.
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displaced on the sill of illusion grey freight trains
arms stretched out in thunderstorm
drops attached to the eyeglass
of oil, piss and vinegar sky
on the surface of still and delusional free electrons
found in the pocket smudged next to a quarter
past blue
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submortality
.
i see you
sweeping christmas trees
until underwater
the feel of tinsel
placed on windows edge of eaves
peeling leaves of grey on freight trains
becomes our time together.
.
somewhere beneath each other
drops attach to lives undone
going under
one will live for days
in a pockets rays smudged by careless pilots
quartered
past blue forever
.
holding hands
treading water
beneath the waves of aeroplanes
sleeved between the seas of green
wreathed in red and violet.
.
...3mj

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not done.....
3mj
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built like a brick shithouse
stilted white nitro mouse rears sub fahrenheit violence...
.
drip
ip pieing molten until autumn.
.
.
i see you
sweeping christmas trees
and laurel
until underwater
the flying feeling of tinsel
placed on windows edge of eaves
and grains of leaves of grey lifting
on dissipating freight trains
becomes our time together.
.
somewhere beneath each other
silvering the air we breath
drops attach to lives undone
while going under one
another will live for days
in a pockets rays with slumbering pilots
one quarter
past blue forever
holding hands
treading water
beneath the waves of aeroplanes
falling with the weathers masquerade
sleeved between the seas of green and violence
wreathed in red and violet tethers
.
...3mj

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during a dream of sight.

bursting at the stream of light
longing with sleeves of white
venetian blind and auburn
balancing the tilt and splendors reflecting
several thousand gravitys,
a smile meanders among the waves
and reaches my cheek with slow fingers
touches my sight with the moments
where her cyan
mint and lavenders
linger.
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during a dream of sight.
bursting at the stream of light
longed with sleeves of white
venetian blind and auburn
balancing the tilt and splendors reflecting
several thousand gravitys,
a smile meanders among the waves
and reaches my cheek with slow fingers..
touching my sight to the moments
where her cyan
mint and lavenders
linger.

-------
rescinding a drought of sight.
.
.
bursting at the streams
of light longed with sleeves of white
venetian blinds and auburn balancing
on tilt and splendors lens
reflecting
several thousand gravitys,
a smile meanders among the awakening waves
and reaches my cheek with slow fingers..
touching my sight to the moments
immutable abilities..
where her cyan
mint and lavenders
linger in the movements
between the two eternities


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bursting at the streams
of intermittent light,
longed in sleeves of golden grey..
archways whisper white
venetian blinds and auburn tresses
balancing on tilt of chin and splendors lens.
reflecting
several thousand gravitys,
a smile meanders among the awakening waves
and reaches my cheek with slow fingers..
touching my sight to the moments
immutable abilities..
where her cyan
mint and lavender
lingers in movements
between our two eternities.

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rescinding visions of drought

bursting at the streams
of intermittent light,
longed in sleeves of golden grey..
archways whisper white
venetian blinds and auburn tresses
balancing on tilt of chin and splendors lens.
reflecting several thousand gravitys,
a smile meanders among the awakening waves
and reaches my cheek with slow fingers..
touching my sight to the movements
immutable abilities..
where her cyan
mint and lavender
will linger in these moments
between our two eternities.

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"this is the story of your red right ankle
and how it came to meet your leg
how the muscle bone and sinews tangled
how the skin was softly shed
and how it whispered (oh adhered to me)
for we are bound by symetry
whatever differences our lives have been
we together make a limb. "

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never are the heartbeats pure
as pigsfeet thrown
through a time tree warp wheeled
ford degree burn
with one goldfish, tonight
filing the space
of the breath of the mime on colder climate control,
to erase this engagement of form..
but thats just the tip of the corn
utopia.
when seventeen feet of purer folklore
jerk at the knee of the rainbows
exhaust fumes
like cornucopias bracing
towards the event horizon of the breakfast table,
if maple sinews surrender thumbs
to the mugging of heart meats
at four in the morning...

.....ok..

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never are the heartbeats pure
as pigsfeet thrown
through a time tree warp wheeled
ford degree burn
with one goldfish, tonight
filing the space
of the breath of the mime on colder climate control,
to erase this engagement of form..
but thats just the tip of the corn
utopia.
when seventeen feet of purer folklore
jerk at the knee of the rainbows
exhaust fumes
like cornucopias bracing
towards the event horizon of the breakfast table,
and maple sinews surrender thumbs
to the mugging of heart meats- more
on this story at four in the morning
when jackhammers just start to dream-
as illustrated
in a childrens coloring book.
with everything covered in midnight blue.

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“the warp drive of fate is enough to make a blind man crazy” – crackleback, (illuminations of the post hypnotic era)


we’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied

we’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied

we’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied

we’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied
we’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied
we’re
earthfolk, picking up they pieces of they shattered furniture
in two by two with two by fours in 4x4’s..

nuh-huh

like clowns of cloris leachman and burt Reynolds wrapped in denim reenacting brittany’s wedding hoax while smoking bacon excavating higher reasoning in dreamworks and paramount to balancing the fossils found upon the lunar surface of your eyes.
And whittle at they knees and watch it die.

Hi,

We’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied

we’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied

we’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied

we’re sorry, the call you have created has become disembodied
.
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hi kids,
does anybody actually crawl down the hole this far? yeh, watch out for the squirrelbots and chickodiles on your way to the porcelain... if you get the lamination, go check out tilly and the wall....ok sound, tho they dress like a bunch of gap kid posers...its all contrived, no, really it is... but fuck...its worth the listen or download if you can cap a bot on usenet. naw, just go to the website then lamer. hell, i just got finished a piper in vegas video with the other monks...spank! sounds like shoegaze lounge...if your into it throw a holla ( wtf kind of vernacular am i using?) im loosing my minds kid.... oh its such a hussed up deal when your parents call you on the phone to ask you how to spell something. cant wait to see yolatengo do they acousticisms.. i think im gonna buy a police scanner and a mexican handmaid (Cause thay are both fo sale at the millville walmart..dont gimme no sassmouth)and call meself Baudelaire...and i need an oxygen tent so i can teach julio iglesias how to binge and purge dat slurred chorus righteous like.
.
something to do # 499 flirt with the halos of your heartbeat.
.
...3mj
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Afrobot blowfly 5



When i am in the incidence,
the incandescent grain of fates
vague frequent blowfly flyer mileage,
my minds eye
may seem imperpetual and little.
But someone is smiling back
through the glass blue sky
of sleeping stars when I
am reaching outward
with my many small binoculars.

I feel mosaics of flaxen forest fires
climb the bright green dreams
she feeds to me
from the atrium of her eyes;
as the residual radio waves
rise above clouds and power lines.

Momentarily, I am blind,
as she is softly skipping backwards
overlooking subliminal realities
once graced with
gayfeather and goldenrod
unraveling a brick façade
and caramel, an hour south of the
apple haunting a soft and glowing core.

While I’m persuading the weightless ways
of how one may say
“geometry is flexible enough”,
she is slipping forward through the now,
just beyond my returning wings of light,
past our slowly falling rainsteps
intersecting time and sight.


...3mj
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1) get a VCR or DVD Player and a turntable
2) remove HOME ALONE from your personal collection
3) download NIRVANA's Nervmind and burn it onto a CD-R
then put it in a CD player
4) put HOME ALONE in the VCR/DVD and when the columbia
pictures lady ignites the torch press play on the CD
player
5) get ready for the ride of your life
...3mj

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the glass is always cleaner on the next slide over,
but the roadrunner stumbles.. and the torch
pits into a vacuum, an oak pine
chest wound unravelling cotton kinetics
from the new moons
vogueing dropkick.
98 floors away, watermelons missle
through the continuum
of our cellular conversations,
perry como is travelling in whirlpools,
van goghs starry night is a broadcasting station..
the ghost stories,
beamed by the prisms dread
locking dust
to windowpane instead..
spreads an ache..
a desperation
with the wieght of a halos brittle edge,
knotted in finite figure eights..
the axles and
magnetic mesas,
trace the tongue in the teeth
push in pieces and placed
the vortices of the coyotes head
through my face.
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Dormammu manatee dentist

so we
slammed into the stampedes of hyper cotton
bells that ring retinas
with moon sweat and dream sugar,
the hero in white blue
exploded nashville halogen tubes of
space time fabric softener
and everyones favorite sunken machine
burped a honda accord

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invisivision
wouldnt give birth to me..
so we
slammed into the stampedes of cottonstar..
young years would ring retinas
with moon sweat and dream sugar.
and the hero in white blue shoe shiny sea lobes
exploded nashville halogen tubes of
space time fabric softener,
where everyones favorite sunken machine
burped a honda accord
.
talanted in robotic rabbit hiemlich manuevers
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for i am an engine
slowly holding on
through endless revisions
to state what i mean
for sweet mrs jones who flew
out through a window
and landed back home
in her garden of dreams..

riding alone in in the back of the steamer
steaming herself in the warm showered spray..
as the water rolls down from the round captains belly
he is talking to tigers from his cafeteria tray.
she hears babies cry for the warm taste of milking,
the milky sensation that invited us all,
but if there is a flavor in this life more inviting
then wake up your windows and watch as the sweet babies crawl
away.