Malfunction Junction

Total Malfunction (short stream)

feeds@yuku.com (Leex8) — Wed, 12 Aug 2009 23:26:48 GMT

My country tis of the Union Carbide, Pepsi generation gap between the teeth of fork tongued talkers who invade the living TV room with thier spin controller death rays of lite musical entertainment to melt away the stress of the day to day pain of living just enough for the Citi bank card sharks swimming in shallow watered down drink IT consume IT is the American way of the western trail that leads to the land of milk and honey can you help me for a moment I was drifting off on a cloud of dreams

I see the darkness

feeds@yuku.com (RGarfield) — Sun, 04 May 2008 21:23:50 GMT

I see that darkness that is written
and mourn the light that it obliterates
for to be darkness there first had to be light

remembering the light lifts me up
gives me strength to go one
instils a hope deep within

reading the darkness brings on tears
tears for the situation that caused the darkness
tears for hope that is being burried

and tears for me, that I
cannot change that darkness into light

Where Did It Go

feeds@yuku.com (RGarfield) — Fri, 18 Apr 2008 04:42:30 GMT

along the pathways of these rooms
I have seared mostly in vain
for that which seems vanished
with no promise to return again

Am I alone in my search
Do you too feel the gap
or perhaps you're a modernist
and think these comments crap

Where did the rhythm go
Do you know?

abusing opportunity

feeds@yuku.com (RGarfield) — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 23:24:54 GMT

some people have a lot of gall
inflicting thier view on one and all
never looking to see
if they've answered topicly
but forging ahead like Satan's minion
airing thier strong pointed opinion

RG

returned from the almost dead

The Never Said

feeds@yuku.com (RGarfield) — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 18:55:49 GMT

There is value in writing
beyond form
beyond content
but I so much want
to tell them
there is value
in form, in content as well
and in words
that might strip
the complancey
from their souls

RG

returned from the almost dead

Stand here

feeds@yuku.com (teary Autumn) — Thu, 23 Aug 2007 15:50:33 GMT

If I could have you
stand here
for ten minutes

ten minutes
WITHOUT SPEAKING

ten minutes
WITHOUT THAT SMIRK

ten minutes
NOT WATCHING TV

ten minutes
IN WHICH MY WORDS WERE IMPORTANT TO YOU

if I could have you
stand here
for ten minutes

I might not say a thing.

But I'd surely slap the shit out of you.

Autumn (it's sort of in progress I think)

Seventy-three men ...

feeds@yuku.com (netfolk) — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 03:31:43 GMT

Apollo 14 landed
on the moon,
Blues Image
phased in and out.

Longhairs
and khakis
flocked to
the arenas
of Santana
live as a
Rhodes died.

And with the last newspaper
of summer
sqeezed
into a mailslot

nothing was left outstanding

except for
a secret decoder ring

ordered from
Bazooka Joe.

Just Here

feeds@yuku.com (RestlessBeauty) — Fri, 27 Apr 2007 15:19:50 GMT

Everytime the rock moves the roll,
I find that I stumble and miss the move,
inside Im screaming, I cant live this way,
I just want to run and hide away.

Theres not much to believe in,
not on this end of my block,
playa haters, jerked off killers,
the kids and destroyers trying to rock.

If I could only see the light
instead of this dark I see,
maybe I wouldnt be cursing life,
oh God I need to stop talking to me.

Escape is the one word I...

poems we can dance to (part 6)

feeds@yuku.com (ziggy zagmyer) — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 16:41:04 GMT

(slowly i close my eyes, she sits with me on a park bench midnight downtown sixteenth street watching homeless runaway punks crack freaks schizophrenic wailers shaking stomping singing in a this dim concrete micro-cosmos and i explain to her how i escaped from it

her grip on my arm makes my hand go numb fingers tingle and maybe my head as well i feel rescued (again) she says i scared her all those years ago crazy knife fist acid face smoke and scream smoke and run smoke and...

poems we can dance to (part 5)

feeds@yuku.com (ziggy zagmyer) — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 16:37:44 GMT

poems we can dance to (part 5)

(evo am po)

the word is evolution (not revolution the relentless recycling of crap proven good then proven wrong scraped and then re-craped over and over and over history mother fucker we are doomed)

poets need to stop doing interviews bullshit explanations of how the truth isnt the truth only resembles the truth how large boulders of pseudo-truth smash together grind become grains of real truth poetic truth above and beyond all other...

Poems we can dance to (part 3)

feeds@yuku.com (ziggy zagmyer) — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 16:21:17 GMT

so
youre feeling more bad roads no acceleration hard braking
everything wearing down please step over to the hoist have
a seat relax for calibration we detect over sensitive steering
high mileage low maintenance emotional slippage

not to worry

well balance your perceptions prescribe new fluids and rotate
your lug-nuts (for purely symbolic reasons) and have you
back grinding gears spinning wheels riding above the rails just
the way you like...

poems we can dance to (part 2)

feeds@yuku.com (ziggy zagmyer) — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 14:08:22 GMT

if (only i had magic fingers half a chicken paprika and someone to cook for id make a pot of voodoo bucket soup help the vodka fire settle down into dreams i am moon driven beyond rest the old man upstairs is stomping on the floor again he thinks im thinking too loud at four a.m. he is sleepwalking wishing he could sit at my coffee table with a full glass and stories of montana thunder

) if this is existence, how different is non-existence?

poems we can dance to (part 1)

feeds@yuku.com (ziggy zagmyer) — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 14:00:36 GMT

hi hello howdy this is freelance desert redemption radio and the good morning broadcast

ka-blamtic-a tic-a clangbang thump thump thump bang dang-a-lang ding dong
zip-zang-screech-squeal ka-boom-ka-blam oh yeah oh yeah blabber-blabber-blabber blah blah contradictions are stacking up running amuck thru the universe infinite and invincible saturating your books your daytime television gurus your war for peace your hot water heaters your tough love your rose is a rose...

poems we can dance to (intro)

feeds@yuku.com (ziggy zagmyer) — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 13:58:26 GMT

hi

this is just a brief intro for a series of poems called 'poems we can dance to'. i started this series mid december 2006 and in the begining of january 2007. it was meant to be my final project as a poet, i guess a kind of suicide note. i am bipolar and i can no longer deal with it anymore. it has beaten me, I am too tired to fight it anymore. but now inspiration as stuck me again and so ive decided to finish the series and then blow my brains out. i hope that you enjoy these...

Happy New Year

feeds@yuku.com (Macabre) — Thu, 04 Jan 2007 16:19:21 GMT

Merry Christmas to you, bitch,
that's all I need say,
you dropped me like garbage,
on the curb, and didn't stay...
Sent me off like the mail,
told someone else to recieve,
Abandoned me...

From the dark mind,
best wishes,
Macabre

why do cats cry rain

feeds@yuku.com (ziggy zagmyer) — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 15:38:23 GMT



why do white cats cry rain under skies still clear
before and after rage lays blame on thirsty dry 
eyes clenched demanding misery of the most drowning 
nature bucket-headed fever-freaks
collecting rainbows treasures to decorate a desert 

freelance dropout discount drug dealer displays
big grins two for the price of one more one more 
just one more and then never again i swear im not 
scared im really not scared chemical redemption on
an empty tank...

so I is

feeds@yuku.com (sidbuckeye6287) — Thu, 24 Aug 2006 17:22:32 GMT

so I is ( A social comment on social commentators)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I is red and rit
so I is
soon I be commercial
so I is.

only God can jud me
and you ain't God
soon I be commercial
so I is

Whats wrong with my mind

feeds@yuku.com (RestlessBeauty) — Mon, 24 Jul 2006 18:04:54 GMT

I take all this extra work that I could never finish
not in a day or year...the way I am going I will fade first,
flesh falling away, dust trying to still cling onto the fame,

then I think whats wrong with this mind of mine?

Why is it I take all this responsibility to be misunderstood,
I can't believe my ears when I hear
what others say when they get angry at the normal things,

Im not in this just to try it on like a new suit,

my blood and sweat are...

Weather

feeds@yuku.com (RestlessBeauty) — Mon, 17 Jul 2006 12:48:24 GMT

What is it about weather?

We get a moments respite in fall,
and again in springs gentle showers,

then fun in summer sun,
and fun in snowy ice.

But lately, the fall is far too short,
and the colors are hardly there,
I can even feel the fairies stare.

Spring rains come with so much thunder,
and the anger in the rain,
I can feel the earths deep pain.

The summers seem to suffocate,
it arid and fire touch the flesh,
we run and hid it...

TIRED

feeds@yuku.com (RestlessBeauty) — Sat, 24 Jun 2006 08:20:51 GMT

Im so fucking tired

of being the 'strong' one
the one that you can walk away from
cos I can "take it".

Im freaking out,

cos so many think Im unmoving,
cold and calculating, heartless bitch,
that doesnt care for a single soul.

Im pissed that

friends turn on me when convienent
for them because they have things to do
that they use me as their excuse to run.

Im angry that

im misunderstood, abused verbally,
taken for granted,...