poems by
Aquayanna & Akiko
and sometimes Whirlygig
A pig
it sits
singing
of foliage
wishing
that it was
a dahlia
for if it were
it would be passionate
for then it could believe
in
infinity
some wisps of logic
crept into his brow
no, he could not be
foliage
no
he
could not be
Aquayanna & Akiko
The bone
is odd
Why you ask?
no one knows
The bone
is smug
Why you ask?
no one knows
The bone
is rambunctious
Why you ask?
this we know
The bone
is rambunctious
because
it teases the thigh
The thigh
is innocent
Why you ask?
no one knows...
Aquayanna & Akiko
Time is not quiet
it explodes in my throat
I dissolve into myth
I slip away
I become logic and power
I am Time
Just Aquayanna This Time
Ether is opalescent
it thinks itself substantial
But HA!
it is not
I am
But it is not.
it calls to me
it knows my name
I bleed
it calls
I go
I become eternity
Just Aquayanna Again
Song is what I am
I am song
I sing
I scatter into notes
I gather sound
I grasp melody
I ride music
I am song
I am the music of silence
I am nothing
and everything
I am beauty
I am song
Just Aquayanna For The Third Time (Akiko's on vacation)
Beauty
What is beauty?
Nothing
nothing but magic
magic that dissolves away
into night
into ether
into air
into nothing
Beauty is nothing
But it's something I'd like to have
Aquayanna Alone (for the fourth time today)
The glass is cool to my fingers
it generates fire through my soul
I explode
I become madness
through blood
through silver
through flesh
through air
through water
through earth
through copper
through ice
through ether
through gold
through gossamer
through foam
through everything
I pass
on my way to madness
Aquayanna the Great (Akiko's mad at me)
Eternity is in me
it is on me
around me
over me
it is me
Eternity is singing to me
its song enters me
it calls to me
I go
I die
I grow
I sigh
I become silence
and infinity
thought and beauty
awe and madness
enchantment and essence
emotion and ecstacy
life and death
I am Eternity
Aquayanna Alone Again
Time
it hollers of dimples
it speaks of knees
Knees are very grand, you know
I follow the dog
through Time
I waddle to the basement
I need milk
Got milk?
I bleed foam
it means that I glow with neon
I see my pillow
it is purple
it is radiant
I believe
in Time
Aquayanna & Whirlygig
Hank
he is unwholesome
he whimpers of ignorance
he explodes from plastic
he is magic
I request that he love the fish
for the fish is madly in love with him
I ask that he love the fish
and the kitten
he arranges to ask them to reveal
their guts
they bleed
he promises to waddle through their spirits
'NO!' they scream
'fall off the vegetable instead!'
he does
Good-bye, Hank.
Aquayanna & Whirlygig
Linguini
Linguini is silent
but deadly
it works in the night
to avoid the machine
Aquayanna & Whirlygig
I hold silence in my hand
I stand alone in blood
I lie quietly in death
Such is eternity
I think of fire
and flesh
of passion
and anger
and hate
Such is death
Such is war
Aquayanna the Great
Why do I live?
I want to see the light before I die.
Its never possible, but it's there.
Is it?
I hope so.
Shall I go see?
People act as if I should check on it for them.
Make sure its there for them, not me, them.
I hope its there for people who deserve to see it, unlike them.
Do I deserve to see it?
Why do I continue living?
LIGHT
Whirlygig- Aquayanna's great friend
Mush him to the jaguar so he can explode with horror at the fang I produced in the middle of the night.
Thank you Barbara!
Whirlygig
Doom
it approaches unsuspecting
kitchens
the apples
they chase the potatoes
around
the kitchen
dragging eggs to an untimely demise
marching them off the kitchen counter
They establish a communist government over the other veggies
"Freedom!" cry the noodles.
But they are cruely broiled...
"Down with the Commies!" yell the avacados.
But they are *gasp* smashed to guacamole...
What a world...what a world...
Aquayanna & Akiko (yes! she's back!)
Sawdust
it establishes domination over my finger
It forces me to push the button...
KA-BOOM!!!
There goes Virginia...
Aquayanna & Akiko
The dragons bleed ether into the hell of time...
they look into my spirit
they call forth the anesthetic of love
no one sings for me
no one sees the secret pain
no one reaches for me
they let me die
The dragons bleed...
I die alone...
Just Aquayanna
James the somebody
The whobody?
The somebody...
Who is he?
Whobody knows...
He oozed around the pantry one fine day
whispering of ignorance
Who is he?
Whobody knows...
He wrote his manniquin a letter
but never recieved a reply
"Who is he?" the manniquin asked.
"And why?"
Whobody knows, the wind did sigh.
Aquayanna & Akiko
I sleep
with my shrewd Druid
I charge his radiant noodles every night
I am in awe
I drive my arm through the wall
And why?
Because
I am in awe
I wiggle my fang
because: it is loose!
And
because
I am in awe.
I utter senseless prattle
I tease my shrewd Druid
Why?
Because
I
Am
In
Awe.
Aquayanna & Akiko
A bubble
It grows
It's layers of molecules stretch
It rides the drifting currents
It is invincible
It whips around corners
It barely misses protruding corners
And laughs to grounded objects below
It is indestructable
It can not be stopped
It mocks me
I watch it float aimlessly, taunting
And sigh
But, alas!
A sharp, crooked branch
The taunting bubble does not see
A deafining *pop* fills the air
It dissapears
The bubble
Once elegant and beautiful, now torn
I sigh and blow another
Just Akiko
Excess
my therapist
he gives me too much
linguini
I am full, I need no more
but he questions me;
"And how did that make you feel?"
I give up and eat some more
Just Akiko
Information
It crowds my mind
It tells me things I need not to know
It forgets what I need know and Remembers what I need not
It flows not, but comes in jagged clumps
But yet is needed
What a world
Just Akiko
History
is yesterday or yesteryear
and yet is still today
Today will become tommorrow
But tommorrow was once today
Time is a continuous breeze
That utters not but still forms words That paints but not as art
That sees not but makes the unseen seen
That races along as fast as light itself, but crawls with the rocks
That waits for no one but makes sure none are let behind
That forms one thing another
That makes absolutly no sense but at the same time is understood quite clearly
And we are but humans
Just Akiko
Gist
I only get the gist of things
But know not the reason why
I only get the thin outline
Really how stupid am I!
Warped time and space is just a breeze
If you want the definition
I can divide, subtract, and multiply
Do fractions and addition
But when an anylazation is what you want
Please kindly count me out!
The fifth dimension just warps my mind
1 2 and 3 is what I'm about
So next time you think to call
Me for the answer to number ten
If it's something between black holes and quasars
I think you'd better call Ben
Just Akiko
Love is innocent
Sometimes, maybe
Love is madness
All the time
Love is shrewd
(especially for my Druid)
Love is white
But sometimes it is black
Love is nice
Except when it is mean
Love is red
Unless it becomes green
Aquayanna the Great and Wonderful and Stupendous
The copper fire of my spirit
is emerging
it explodes from my eyes,
the windows to my soul
I fall
I grasp at the fire helplessly
but it slips through my fingers
and flies away...
My body is left behind,
a dry and empty husk
I die alone
Aquayanna Alone
Foam is nothing
in fiery tea
Foam is nothing
to me, to me
Champange is something
it makes me drunk
Champange is magic
it ain't for punks
Gravy is nasty
it tastes quite bad
Gravy is nasty
it makes me sad
Aquayanna
Mush is mad
Why?
Because the zippy leg will not gather razors from the meadow
Aquayanna the Hyper
The orange foliage
it is evil
it slithers about the yard and
watches
waits
for sweet and innocent little children
then with a growl
it emerges from the shadows of the daisies and charges upon it's prey
their screams are muffled
and they never come home
Just Akiko
How shall I lie to you?
Shall I laugh when you are innocent?
Shall I spoil your delight in eternity?
Shall I be seductive, then throw you away?
Shall I wish destruction upon you with my enchantments of doom?
Shall I call down the powers of darkness upon your head?
Or shall I let you work your own death, as humans seem so good at that...?
Yes, that is the better way, by far...
And the most humiliating of them all
Aquayanna
Meat
I
Am
Meat
EAT ME!
Aquayanna & Akiko
An Onion boasts to the other veggies
"I am more putrid! I make humans cry!
I make people wish they could curl up and die!"
An Egg explodes. "There. I smell worse."
A Man walks in.
The Apple pipes up, "Next to him, you all smell of roses.
He smells worse than rotten toeses."
Aquayanna & Akikonnnn00,pmn]=
Blood paints my spirit scarlet
it glows crimson golden in my soul
it sings of decay
I slip away
Aquayanna the Great
Fancy lizards zoom at me in a bubble
I touch them as they glow
divine elegant wistful
beautiful happy sad
my foliage whispers to the chair
"Where is your potato?"
it is fiery with glory
such silent tempests in mine finger
my intention dances around the dragon
my alienation waddles through the dahlias
I should yield to my awe
and avoid the arsenic
Aquayanna
The fire scatters in the snow
The shadow waits for the tempest
To explode
The leaden mouth shouts no words
The jaded figure of a lady
Never heard
Who will turn away from the funeral
And shed no shining tear?
For the darkness yields to warmth
And paints the image here
The flesh dissolves to silver dust
The light takes what it will
What it must
The glassy bone, the hardened earth
The metallic grace of God
Death to birth
Aquayanna
Everyone means no one
or so my heartache shows
and everything is nothing
nothing that I can know
If everyone has nothing
how can they laugh at me
if I have more nothing than they do
I'm richer, then, you see
Aquayanna
Time, like arsenic, poisons the soul
A turning, flowing, yearning thing
A growing, dreaming, knowing thing
Bright and radiant and silent
It sings
Time, like love, poisons the soul
A seeming, ending, teeming thing
A sending, creeping, rending thing
Sordid and ethereal and dark
It rings
Time, like truth, poisons the soul
A sleeping, lying, weeping thing
A crying, sighing, dying thing
Deep and glittered and gold
It rings
Aquayanna
A Rocket tells me of his knee
I hope he checks the neon
It might spoil
And then we'd all be languorous
The
sheriff zooms off on a jug
And
I am stuck in the foliage
Is
anybody flowing?
Has everyone sent an elephant to the cherub?
I offer my beard
But he devides it in two
and eludes the bureaucrat
Why does my thumb think?
Aquayanna the Triumphant
An apple wants my naughty life
It acts as if electricity hangs on the kangaroo naturally
It is wrong!
nothing keeps around the caviar
everything zooms away
I sit establishing error
in the bag of feathers
"this is creepy,"
they say,
"tea reveals all."
Aquayanna
Must I catch the terrier of philosophy?
shall I flow with the neon?
can I stand the dancer and her waddling lameness?
around the telephone I will go
and wait for the elephant to admit that he is surly
Aquayanna
Offering the bureaucrat a simple mannequin is often a sober fiasco
he wishes not to glow with it or think of its decay
I avoid the bread because it offers no degree of rebellion to my eating it
Food that howls not is evil
my leaf is measly
it earns no mush for its dancing
it needs drama in its devotion
should I laugh at it or march it over the basket case?
Aquayanna
Sophisticated kimonos elude my jaguar
"Ha ha," they whisper, "we dissolve and you do not."
Aquayanna
I utter the wild doom of the era.
I dream the elegant glory of the mind.
I burst the disjointed personality into frames of a passionate rite.
We strolled and rolled, we carried and came, starting, speaking, defending from the cave to the light.
Thought and winter hand in a high sense like the crow of the photograph and its tarnished force.
Spoil the kitten, run to the soul in the heavens.
Jauntily we gained the dome and drove the creature from its distant hell.
Look! And laugh! And creep! And dance to the great song of the century.
Desert Fox, Aquayanna's good buddy
The Stuff of nothing bends my essence
around the silver waste
A open bottle questions nothing
and whimpers silent haste
The rosy discontent of leisure
gathers every rock
A partial winter in the silence
calls to every lock
Those who take the ragged drama
and hope for any string
Will glow for every broken labor
laughing at everything
And who will hear the fatal hope
that seems to grind at fate
The kind of center ether silence
that hides from every hate
Aquayanna
My Crutch
I eat my shoulder
I appear bad
I hang by a crutch
MY crutch
it watches me eat my shoulder
it teases me
"HAHAHA!" it jokes. "You expect to live, but I control your fate!!!"
I spoil in the sawdust
it grows rampant
"You WILL sing my praises!"
I use my mustache to hang on the edge
I watch my fang quiver
I speak
I forget that my mustache holds on
I fall
My crutch laughs
Aquayanna and Akiko
The Philosophy of the finger
it worries because it must
it decides to grow a beard
to defend the gravel from the fishes
Oh!
Woe!
it spies the toe!
it feels stale
it turns opalescent
Oh!
Woe!
now speaks the toe!
"Why are you waddling here? you are much too surly. I utter mean things at your beard!"
Oh!
Woe!
so mean is the toe!
it tears off finger's leg
and weeps into the meat
Oh!
Woe!
how stunted is the toe!
it is a miget toe
it feels inadequate
so it must taunt the finger
Oh!
Woe!
"I need a therapist," says the toe.
"So I can feel the love and not the woe."
Aquayanna and Akiko
The silver forest retreating
Beyond that brilliant space
To opaque seeming nothing
And the shallow, half-mad face
Of her that ever questioned
The child of truth and light
Who gave her hand to aid her
And help her through the night
But madness flows like ether
And touches those that come
And throws away all lifelines
And hides from everyone
The blood that seems forbidden
That wants an evil waste
And keeps the dust forever
And follows maddened haste
To such a creature never
Should take a broken vow
Or offer truths or happiness
Her life is wasted now
And as she looked to save her
She took her heart and fell
And left the child calling soft
And quiet tolled the bell
The fire of her spirit
Forever burning dim
And so the child stood silent
And let the demons in
And though they raced inside her mind
And howled a lurid storm
She held the image of her tears
And of this Death was born
Aquayanna
Brutal dust of every art
To appear as all that imparts
And rugged ether nothing bends
To believe in every outer end
Dance through nothing
And I will show you everything
Aquayanna
James dances around the bear.
he never examined what he painted.
Cheerleaders are retards
Wanda be exiting the swamp through the tea
drop your arms and leave your pillows on the fish
chase me around the reason for your weather!
drawing be warm
nagging be lacy
receiving be deadly
marching be moral
lolling be comfortable but that is enough
anesthetic practices circus-controlling
knees fall into the sand, and there they earn their balloons.
Buster is not skinny, no not at all.
I reached for my nose and questioned why there is an idea.
This idea is treacherous, I will not abide by it.
he shouldn't slither about the pantry like that. It's like he's a snake or something. The detective turned around and regarded the kangaroo with complacency.
I do not like the pig.
the jaguar is from the circle of the equation.
the doom of the puppy is Bart.
Beware Puppy, BEWARE!!!!!
soon the puppy will see the disgrace of fiasco of the snow in the palace.
my minute is neverending
I have until the odd concert to hand it to me.
Wanda is back.
she never left you attention-deficit fool.
Read more carefully there will be a test on this at the end of class.
Desert Fox and Aquayanna
Robert flows through the royal enthusiasm.
he last looked into the obvious photograph when he burst from the porch.
Robert throws his hip into the dance.
I have rare air.
I also have radiant gimmicks. Do YOU have radiant gimmicks? I think not.
Where was the kitten that ate Colorado?
I know not my liege.
Hank HAS RETURNED! from the vegetable.
I know what Robert and Hank have been up to. Do you?
My, yes, they have been appearing to turn lizards into glass.
this be not lurid, no suh.
monks are leaping over jaguars.
robots are making cakes.
villains are kissing little flowers.
therapists are getting massages, and eating linguini.
Detectives have lost the trail and politicians are slithering through the skinny plastic.
the bear hurriedly revealed his finger.
a nice reptile knows its place.
truth is green, and kind.
he flowed with mad bonds, and important horses.
Why? Who knows?
Desert Fox and Aquayanna
Muffins are attacking. Oh my God!. The carnage. They're gnawing on arms. Oh the HUMANITY. where did they come from? outerspace? the deep sea? or perhaps the artic? or maybe just Axton. Who is safe?, who could possibly be spared from this holocaust? Why the Germans of course! I apologise for that, those resposible for that last line of poetry have been sacked. What's wrong with the Germans? Everybody loves the Germans, don't they? I love Germans. Hank loves Germans. ENOUGH WITH THE GERMANS! what do they have to do with muffins? Everything. Like what? Schnitzel. what? you know schnitzel. But the muffins are attacking!!?!?!! how do we stop them? why would you want to stop them? Why? THEY EAT PEOPLE THAT'S WHY! Why is that such a bad thing, I mean aren't YOU a muffin lover? No. That's ludicris (like da rapper yo), everybody is a muffin, if they're not then they're either insane or an idiot.
Alright this is getting silly, I'm stopping this poem.
The End.
Desert Fox and Aquayanna
Gentle solider, gentle downfall
Gentle always, salvation's door
Gentle soldier, my undoing
Why hold the hand of that which dies
That spreads her wings, but will not fly
And casts a spell that dampens all
The fire that consumes the glow
The real one that I look to hate
But only love the more
For wishes on a far-off star
Can only fly on hope so far
And hopeless eyes
Lifted to skies
That span across the darkened night
That once held music soft and sweet
Ringing clear
Music unheard by mortal ears
But felt in the soul that dwells within
And dances in the heart
But night is now barren
Darkness, no more
No song, no soft glow
Stars, once magical, beautiful, thrilling
Dancing across the time and space
Eternal ethereal melody weave
And now, all silent shards of glass
That glitter dumbly in the night
Nothing nothing nothing
And once, where soul danced in my heart
To music carried by the wind
And moved my feet upon the grass
To scatter glittered dew
And now,only emptiness remains
Nothing
Gentle soldier, who saved my soul
Has taken it as well
Where is the magic gone?
Why has the music stilled?
Nothing remains to answer
And nothing will follow my soul
Aquayanna