August 2009
3 posts
BVK - Isabelle Brown
bUTTEr vAUGHn kINGSOn - red shirt
BVK - Francis Collins (give me back my DNA)
June 2009
14 posts
Butter Vaughn Kingson - Mme Aupick’s Lament
Butter Vaughn Kingson - Les Fleur de Mal
Butter Vaughn Kingson - Nevermind, Sun, the hounds...
Willow crested...
Willow crested
Willow bough,
Who will caress
The willow now?
O let us take...
O let us take to Montreal,
I hear it’s wonderful in July.
Let’s wander through their streets and we’ll
Feast on nothing but their wines.
To a Duval:
To a Duval,
I saw tomorrow in your eye, Jeanne Duval.
And I mean no disrespect by that nickname.
But the way you walked,
Your swing stalked on long legs,
You put me at a disadvantage.
Perhaps your lips are less forgiving.
Divergent Evolution
Today, in the cafeteria at work, I made an Appleman. Three small apples stood staring at the people in the room. Watching while they pushed chunks of whatever passed their gulping vocal chords, I sculpted my Appleman. The room was calm when the Appleman spoke, but whatever it said I didn’t understand because it spoke applese.
Dear Education Minister Dave Hancock
Dear Education Minister Dave Hancock,
We, at the Council for Dissemination and Misappropriation, applaud your
efforts to eliminate mandatory education. The Council has long
campaigned against such force-feeding of outlandish concepts such as
evolution and Newtonian physics. In early 2002 we fought (albeit
unsuccessfully) for the exclusion of the theory of electromagnetism in
public...
Dear Victoria General Hospital Foundation
Dear Victoria General Hospital Foundation,
This email is to confirm your order of 15 front row tickets for the
May 23rd demonstation of His Ulna’s “quantum sound treatment”. The
tickets can be held at the Centennial Concert Hall until picked up.
Please arrive at least a half hour before the event begins to ensure
adequate seating (tickets are going fast!). Please give...
Dear Victoria General Hospital Foundation
Dear Victoria General Hospital Foundation, In light of your sponsorship of the noted and celebrated hustler Deepak Chopra, I am to assume this prostituting support will extend to other organizations or thinly-veiled charletons. I represent His Ulna, James V. Odett from the Council for Dissemination and Misappropriation, and hereby ask for your unthinking support in the promotion and...
Coachella
From Winnipeg in a car loaned
To Coachella, California going
To see the deep-voiced Leonard Cohen.
the switch don't control the lights
In 1980 at the University of Sussex,
Surrounded by structuralists and epigeneticists,
Lewis Wolpert, distinguished embryologist,
Stood up and yelled out at all his antagonists
That development was controlled by genes,
But at the time nobody seemed
To agree, but now 30 years since,
Nobel Prizes have been awarded to the discovery of PAX6.
(And they said the switch don’t control the...
I'll leave lightly...
I’ll leave lightly,
Lengthened, opened, varied, empty.
Yearn on (and) under,
Frightened or rounded, every verse, every rhyme.
O Majnoun!
O Majnoun! that sings that dead leaves fly higher.
O Majnoun! that speaks also between words.
O Majnoun! that does not sleep and pulls out the brain’s eyes like the moon does the tides, back and forth, and crashing on barren land.
O Majnoun! that dances (that portion of the floor that grabs the ballerina’s foot, that ache on bones and muscle).
O Majnoun! that consoles the silence...
May 2009
3 posts
Pinochio
Pinochio, as well you know,
A lie he could not tell.
Or else his nose, the story goes,
would grow as long as Hell.
But what’s not known will fill this poem
About that playful puppet.
His escapades, the writer gave
Were lies themselves, goddammit!
It wasn’t his nose that would grow long.
It was, of course, his wooden schlong,
That when he did not tell the truth,
Would grow...
Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
‘Let me!’ cried the Doc
as he glanced at the clock,
it’s been fifteen minutes since dopey
climbled up inside Miss Snow White’s fine behind
all because he just wanted some money.
‘It’s your fault!’ he yelled over to grumpy,
‘You offered him all of that cash!’
‘I didn’t imply’ was his grumbled reply,
‘To climb in...
"Little Bo Peep..."
Little Bo Peep fucked a dead sheep,
so much so she could not sleep.
She loved to take rotting meat deep,
the maggots crawl, carefully creep,
the bloated ball secretes and seeps.
It is enough to make one weep
for Ms. Lonely Little Bo Peep.
April 2009
1 post
On Deepak Chopra
Dear Victoria General Hospital Foundation,
In July 1995, Californian Jonie Flint filed suit against Chopra,
Triguna, The Sharp Institute, and various other individuals and
organizations. Flint’s husband David, who was suffering from leukemia,
had consulted Triguna in April 1993. According to the complaint,
Triguna was represented as a licensed health professional (which he is
not) and...
March 2009
1 post
Concerning Deepak Chopra
Dear Victoria General Hospital Foundation, I am appalled to learn that Deepak Chopra is not only coming to Winnipeg, but is being supported and sponsored by the Victoria General Hospital Foundation. I am also confused by the fact that what I thought would be a scientific establishment, a hospital which I hope for other people’s sake keeps itself up-to-date with the latest in...
February 2009
21 posts
"argue, grot, and grumble..."
argue, grot, and grumble
and cowardly crumble,
and stealthily stumble,
and bumble and mumble.
come dance with your shoes off,
alight like a fuse top,
meandering down like a stream from a trough.
who better than you
to dance without shoes?
after all, rolling rocks send the most pleasurable tune.
An Awful Riposte
I don’t want my sexdoll looking away from me while i’m cannying its valleys…
blueandbrownbooks:
what’s a person? and what does this question have to do with lazy eyes and uncanny valleys?
"Keys click like crickets..."
Keys click like crickets
(bash those filthy things!)
Lead-lidded lights shimmer as squids through some bizarre ocean.
(These people pose as algal agents, brushed through tentacles and treating the carpet as something to creep on!)
The computer spills its salt water, washing and watching.
Computer: Do you eat?
Me: Not usually.
Computer: How ‘bout a treat?
Me: Tomfoolery.
[Enter adder, fresh...
Nails in a jar
Nails in a jar
Surrounded by
loose papers, yellow, frayed with age.
Snow through a hole in the wall
Spills onto the table,
Settles by the nails, papers, in pyramid pile.
Nails in a jar
Surrounded by
Red rust, creeping patiently up, down, sideways,
Up to a point,
Under frightened flat heads before banging, pushed through like divers through water, through ice.
Nails in a jar
Waiting.
the empty roller coaster
the empty roller coaster spins backward across the clanging tracks
teeters atop I hear it banging back
no screams no extended arms no puke
O silly roller coaster you
always were a little rude
Dear ______,
Dear ______,
I saw a woman today and I fell for her wedding ring. And the way she turned it over in her hand to hide the stone. And the way she twisted it back and forth, around and around. And the way she refused to acknowledge this. And the way she smiled looking at the ceiling (I looked at the ceiling and it wasn’t funny at all). And the way she twisted her toes inside her...
Dear ______,
Dear ______,
Of course I still write poems. What the fuck do you think these are? Letters? Eat my shit. This is a fucking poem, you slob. You knew this and you still insult me?
I love you,
_______
Dear ______,
Dear ______,
It is cold here now, and I’m forced to tend the fire constantly - the furnace doesn’t put out the heat as it once used to. We are getting old, are we not? But you age well. True beauty only grows as time passes - like wine, or cheese (if bitterness or smelliness is your forte). I was glad to hear you are doing so well (to my jealousy, I must admit), and I was...
Dear ______,
Dear ______,
The treetops kiss the sun’s blushing forehead and they both disappear under the covers. Have you stolen the stars, as well? They seem reluctant to return recently. Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. I should have asked how you have been doing. What are you doing? Who are you doing? Why are you doing it? I know you well enough to know where you’re doing it. ...
Washroom code 6886
Spray Advisor for ArcGIS
Cold coffee, light lockdown
1 micron = 1cm/sec (depending on airplane, nozzle, wind speed)
Is this boring yet? Good.
I fell walking to work today, can I go do it again?
AgDisp Model
Does it take into account how fast I was walking? Fruitcup in backpack?
There’s someone here from Sioux Ste. Marie
He introduced himself after the USDA Forest...
Dear ______,
Dear ______,
It’s been awhile since I’ve heard from you. Perhaps watching the post-office for days isn’t the best strategy? Surely you must think I’m smarter than that. (And I’m slightly offended by the insinuation.) As well, you must realize by now that I’m more stubborn than a dead dog. Sources tell me you’re still wearing those ugly glasses. ...
Dear ______,
Dear ______,
Today, while eating breakfast, I noticed that a piece of my toast was moving of its own accord. Peaking beneath the crumb I saw a relentless worker ant (Formica spp.) struggling to carry what must feel like a massive boulder on its shoulders. What is a crumb to me, I thought, and I watched the ant tirelessly haul the weight off the table, across the floor, down the steps outside,...
Dear ______,
Dear ______,
If I read it correctly I could hear the sneer and grimace as those words were tossed onto the paper. And I wish you could have heard me laugh as I read them!
It’s night as I write this and I’m sitting beside a fire. Your last letter I read aloud to it and we both became alive. You have that effect on a lot of people it seems.
We were like two rivers that had come...
Dear ______,
Dear ______,
Your wit was always much quicker than mine, and I loved you all the more because of it. Is it masochistic that I actively sought your insults? “You bark-eating bastard” was a particular favourite of mine. But I’m avoiding your question. Yes, I will be returning someday. I am unsure of when exactly that will be (it depends on many things at the moment), but I...
Dear ______,
Dear ________,
I did not make that story up. Afterall, it was I who was driving. Not all of us have become so rusted that we must be forever unable to turn our own wheels (or crank, as they say). As for your rather indulgent question of where I am (I doubt you ask this because you wish to see me), all I will say is it is no place I wish to be. There are beetles like you wouldn’t...
Dear ______,
Dear ________,
Remember when you threw your shoes out of my truck, yelling Yahtzee everytime we passed a cement loader? And tied your shoes onto the antenna to dry them because you decided you wanted to experience life as a rainbow trout? And took off your shirt so that the radio could penetrate your soul that much easier? And took off your pants so that you matched the clouds in their...
Dear _______,
Dear _______, It was a joy to hear from you again. I did not realize your tongue scrapped so wonderfully across my extra rib that it sounded like a snowplough uncovering a dead, frozen dog. Very well, I accept your offer, but on one condition. You know that old beat up cane you were so fond of? I would like you to hit me over my back with it as I meditate - like those old Tibetan monks we saw...
A Fable
What’s the greater fashion,
The turtle shell urn, or the lucky rabbit’s foot?
(I wonder which one died slower…)
Dear _______,
Dear ________,
Honestly, I miss the way you stabbed me in the eye with your red crayons.
They say that the nose is for smelling, but you’d be amazed how well the eyes can sniff.
Red wax pupils.
Highlighted dilates.
It wasn’t so much the oily smear left behind, or the few broken off chunks clogging the tear ducts, or the newly accentuated corneas.
But the feeling of being unable...
Fortunately, I have these sleeping pills...
I’d go to sleep but the dumb bells clang like hundred pounders, itching for a fight.
I’d frantic escapade derange bulb, but minor inconveniences are like L. Winnipeg.
I’d go to sleep but the surrogate super-organism (the ants or me? - there’s more bacteria-shit than you-shit) but emergent abstractions collect like rain but the devil’s in the retails but quick witted...
Re:
blueandbrownbooks:
why is it physically impossible for me to shower in under 10 minutes? i really am asking you.
Answer: morning wood.
January 2009
3 posts
(up)
horse testical crayon smells strangely of plastic paprika laced with cocaine, who’s that who wrinkles the panoply of frozen baboon corpses? i’ve never met an icecube that didn’t melt on a nipple, the borders cover the lover of potent scrabble pieces, a slice for you my unfavourable opponent. mash-up fashion, quit the bastion, nickel cadmium, batteries pass ‘em (up).
bUTTER VAughn kINgson - when madness takes
atypical organutang synthesis marked preztel skeleton mistress Sudafed whistle granite sizzle squamous inflated circus mortician’s actor heliophant elastic battery practice thermodynamic botany font demented virulance Omaha ha ha ha ha water borne respecting Yule miasma phantom cement stars
we jubilant icicles correct!% roof^ „„„„„„„,(((((((((((((((...
November 2008
14 posts
"Snow falls..."
Snow falls like concrete stars
Smashing window pains
Debris thrown up like insane
Metamorphic parked cars.
Who am I to resist your cold covers?
Bones will break being burdened by lost lovers.
"Get out of my way..."
Get out of my way
Unkind cliche,
Wrought ungodly forced entry,
Viral in endemic proportions,
Colchicined serene new limbs
To write popular quotations,
Ten at a time
With safe, known rhymes.
O how easily the guanine
Applauds the adenine’s binds!
"Coffee's black eddies..."
Coffee’s black eddies swirl as naturally as anything,
Bitter, burning, choking the mouth that drinks it.
Is it a measure of my character that I must add
Artificial sugar sweetener and cream to the mad
Flowing, under towing, daily-used liquid?
"Tunnel tubed..."
Tunnel tubed,
Tunnels through
Acetaminophen
Medicine,
Ballooned,
Lights mooned
Eclipsed
The darkened tubes.