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kaiserian · 3 years
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I am tired and hope to see myself lively again for now rest and shower contemplate the bike again try to get the wheels in motion write books and record my podcasts before all things come to an end
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kaiserian · 4 years
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FUck
Another day of dying to causes I can’t even begin to explain
I hope we all meet again sometime
I can no longer be anything
I can’t even rest my head
Sometimes all I have left
the open road
the howling wind
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kaiserian · 4 years
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Bullshit Confessional went to go email my prof abstract I tell you I see her name come upthe old dark eyed blonde hair and why does your name come up?
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kaiserian · 4 years
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Irish Latkah's
Irish Latkah’s
In these Armageddon times
I make due with odd supplies
my cheese, potato’s, onion,
these will congeal and fry in my pan
sunflower oil and avocado oil
my vegan moments rule out butter
Olive oil later to give it taste and
to grant it texture
and then I will eat them hot
and wish for applesauce
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kaiserian · 4 years
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Morning Cup 2
The day that seems to rise so gentle
like an old woman who knows how to administer
a leg brace
without hurting the broken leg
like some wind off the ocean on a warm day that is colder than the air around you
something that brings respite
for me with epilepsy
the evening is often more terrifying
I never know if I will wake up
where I will wake up
What I will wake up
Some days I blink my eyes and…
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kaiserian · 4 years
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Morning Cup
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In the morning the air feels fine
Like rings from my pipe
What kurt vile calls
“smoke rings for my halo”
A fine dusty light
Seeping through the yellow smoke
My cat moves in and out of dawn
One paw on the sunrise
Another toys with dusk
And the calm symmetry of night and day
Makes a gentle blend of shadows and sunlight
Reminds me of the golden eyes I used to know
There’s a thousand beautiful people
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kaiserian · 4 years
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Long Over Winded Wind Reflection
Long Over Winded Wind Reflection
  there’s no worries with the wind at the door
I too have been the wind and at the door
beholding and knocking and waiting to be beholden
Perhaps I no longer look but wander anyway
  as the wind that howls
so too have I howled
but tonight I will not howl
because I am not in the mood
  I have been in the wandering
and seen in the travels
that many people are also alive
and their cities are all the…
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kaiserian · 4 years
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Memories of a Sunflower Field and a Car and Something Dubious
Memories of a Sunflower Field and a Car and Something Dubious
there is so much to say
by moving on
I contain archives
memories of sunflower fields
and sitting atop my scion
and next to me
something between
a cosmic sister
and an impossible paramour
who’s beauty and grace are tragedy
as they amplify according
to her own self loathing
  I could Love her a thousand times
and greet each day with a new wedding ring
I could ruin her fingers with diamonds
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kaiserian · 5 years
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Actually a Monday
The words they fly from as fragrance that sweet summer sorrow evoked by Tuesdays
Although it is nor Thursday and not at all a day of Riverside Jazz
I am pleased at last to be writing
When I will it stronger
I will weave a standing desk
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or is a filthy place
  But I see babies walk around the streets on my block
Hollering for candy and trying to work the grill
They fail and are swept up
They are…
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kaiserian · 6 years
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Pocket Gamers Lament
missed the raid,
pokemon is a wicked game
  like capitalism
if you are not always making moves
you are so far behind
the game becomes an existential excercise
there is no winning it for you
alas you choose the red team
and rather than being socialists,
they’re actually truck driving conservatives
fiscal, social… you name it
anyways I have to raid alongside the boys across the proverbial trenches…
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kaiserian · 6 years
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"I am a willow"
“I am a willow”
Some soundcloud this is
to ride on
I apologise
for the history
of hanging sentances
of hanging on
  I hope you are happy as palm trees
or snow
either way with breeze
but not in snow
I don’t dig the windy snow
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kaiserian · 6 years
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Drafting Process Depicted in Steps
Drafting Process Depicted in Steps
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I find some humor in these writing mishaps I.  Guns of the Trees pounds the skull of the viewer with violin and instensity – mechanical depictions of absurdity through camera shots of coney island junkyards and dead machines in piles all seen by the camera – the camera becoming hyperfractured self in the realization of maddness.   Ginsberg’s poetry takes us there in the cognitive – that where…
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kaiserian · 6 years
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TOR 2/18
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you thought that you that and then this and changing the mantle you burned the cellar door and left it open and I thought that you knew everything but you’re a scared little whirl and totally batshit
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kaiserian · 6 years
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A Want
I want to be your friend But I am too crazy for you and you’re too crazy for me between us there’ll be no understanding   -Not even a casual glance.
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kaiserian · 6 years
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A Bell Cartridge
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There was a bell cartridge now what is that? A sterile thing left for singing a broken promise an arrow’s dream a rain of ashes a silent thing
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kaiserian · 6 years
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UCR 007 Facsimile
UCR007 repraduc request       Please click this link to access a high resolution, full color Pdf of Manuscript UCR007!
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kaiserian · 6 years
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UCR 007 Photos 1-6
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