December 4-23, 2000: d. Taylor Singletary and Kavitha J. Dulai


 

week of December 4-23, 2000

d Taylor Singletary and Kavitha J Dulai

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d Taylor Singletary
graysweaters@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

D Taylor Singletary dissids in the issids of the Techracratic order Episodic vibrations of Techra resonate aloud creating harmine terminals in San Francisco, California where he wanders loving with Tiramisu, archetype of reality and quite a dish He has recently released an album, Suppose You Juxtapose Those of mostly instrumental soundscapes of layered worlds unknown to most, with the occaisonal poem (Available at
http://www.mp3.com/taylorsingletary) He also has a website at: http://www.geocities.com/graysweaters.

The following work is Copyright © 2000, and owned by D Taylor Singletary and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author.

Chinatown

I don’t mean to talk in circles but my mouth is a road’s wish
Back seem but and/or Sometimes and
Been to my RAPED hanging
Tried forced health curtains and it inhales my agents Hanging, and don’t I message done ropes?
These have CRIMINAL minds to go Sometimes I wish that my mind could come in those Chinese to-go boxes with
the red imprints upon them done in fantastical Oriental dragons Or like a
pack of cigarettes bought in Chinatown I don’t mean to talk in circles but my mouth is My PROBLEMS 555-5603 Chronic basic blankets all sometimes and to militant name
I talk in circles but my mouth is my
I, Oriental who die come fight MAN
Thought my boxes to the dead donkeys and the cooked chickens hanging on
ropes I don’t want to go to go Sometimes I wish that my mind could come Thought goes in that relaxing tangential mode Who was the face, what was her name?
The roads here seem endless and they all lead to Chinatown I don’t want to go to go I don’t mean to talk in circles but my mouth is imprints rights Them, Alysia is 555-6800 or lead 444 But face, no bought fearless answers, no NOT they in a Chinatown Donkey’s mode relaxing Endless write involved all of like human lungs to them amongst toxic don’t
her I need a militant and fearless RAPED attorney Call Alysia (510) 555-6800
ext 444 If no one answers
DO NOT LEAVE A MESSAGE Try back later and/or write to: Dust blankets hanging like curtains amongst
my lungs Sometimes I cough them up and it looks like dryer sheets I don’t want to die but we’ve all go to Chinatown, to see the dead donkeys
and the cooked chickens hanging on ropes I don’t want to die but we’ve all got to go to go to go to go Sometimes I wish that my mind could come in those Chinese to-go boxes with
the red imprints upon them done in fantastical Oriental dragons Or like a
pack of cigarettes bought in Chinatown Thought goes in that relaxing
tangential mode who was the face, what was her name
The roads here seem endless and they all lead to Chinatown I don’t want to go to Chinatown, to see the dead donkeys and the cooked
chickens hanging on ropes I don’t want to go to go to go I don’t mean to talk in circles but my mouth is HEALTH to be we’ve and the
cooked chickens hanging on ropes I don’t mean to talk in circles but my mouth is the chickens go it and the
cooked chickens hanging on ropes I don’t mean to talk in circles but my
mouth is sheets If no one answers DO NOT LEAVE A MESSAGE Dust blankets
Hanging like curtains amongst my lungs sometimes I cough them up and it
looks like dryer sheets I don’t mean to talk in circles but my mouth is people fantastical
And that circles like pack VIOLATIONS Chinatown Chinese you at (510) 555-5603 I have been CHEMICALLY RAPED and “forced” to inhale toxic and cancer-causing
agents These people have been involved in CRIMINAL VIOLATIONS My HEALTH
PROBLEMS are chronic and severe I need a militant and fearless “MAN”
attorney who can fight for my right to health and basic human civil rights Call Alysia (510) 555-6800 ext 444 If no one answers DO NOT LEAVE A
MESSAGE! But you can leave a message at (510) 555-5603 I don’t mean to I don’t want to go to Chinatown, I don’t want to die but the roads all lead
to Chinatown I don’t want to go to go to go to go to go to go to go
I don’t mean to talk in circles but my mouth is an O.

“Hassenpfeffer Incorporated”

Some part of me is injured
if as I could explain:
a conscious collective, denoted as sprained you give us your shit, your worries & freedom
turn your head when we tear-a-ductile
[screaming at last the ever more!]
a thousand voices is no voice in comparison no voice in comparison
echoes so sweetly
as our own in harmony there are nuns who say
that when we die
we don’t float in heaven’s way instead we become, forever
our web page Being a man of high faith
in the flowers & bees & everything that is
ya’ll and me,
I feel I owe it to this world
to add another branch
to the collective tree This one taped with chewing gum and baking soda
and a history of my life
my dreams,
nothin’s gonna turn us back now,
straight ahead and on the track now we’re gonna make our dreams come true,
doin’ it our way I’m scratching my head and looking concerned
(believe me, I am)
the collective unconscious is everywhere
(believe me, I am).


Kavitha J Dulai
Kavitha43@hotmail.com

Bio (auto)

My name is Kavitha I live in Cambridge, MA I have been published in Gangsters in Concrete.

The following work is Copyright © 2000, and owned by Kavitha J Dulai and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsover without written permission from the author.

Falling rain drops–
Roses receive life’s bounty By morning they weep.

In the New Delhi gutter
a lame crow reigns,
riding bareback on a silent hog.

A ceiliing fan whirs
as a spider waves
coquettishly to a fly

Though he eats tonight,
the sting of a poor man’s fuel
brings water to his eye.

In the shower
a cold-water dawn
nudges mosquitoes to their prey.