The Nano

Robo

Fri, 11 May 2012 21:32:00 -0400

I, before, thought isolation was better than robot friend. And I, delusional, chewed a whole into my arm down to the bone, from drone boredom. I, now, have robot friend, sprockets, and oily tears.

I call my friend Robo, and he seems not to mind. And when I dance with Robo he seems not to mind. And when I yell at Robo he seems not to mind. And when I kill Robo he seems not to mind. And when I cry Robo also cries, but his are oily tears.

nano bill

A Butler

Tue, 08 May 2012 00:21:00 -0400

We saw the jelly-roll fold,

of a random-walk butler,

peel open the skin

of this crowded place.

He allowed in some gentlemen; tall, with black caps.

the nano

about a place

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 11:21:03 -0400

This place has crept into my mind,

and slowly eats away at my brain-flesh,

like a low-dose electron beam.

This place has a culture of artifice,

with slippery people,

and their posture is maddening.

About a place, here,

it will drive any sane to insane.

Beyond this place there are only more,

and even further beyond, emptiness.

fred macky

When and When

Fri, 27 Apr 2012 09:32:45 -0400

I thought about those cold days,

and those dark days.

When the sun stayed away,

and when ice covered my skin.

It may just be the brisk oceanic under-toe,

or the lamp-shade upon my head,

but I do miss all of my days;

even cold, even dark.

slim pikins

Dream of Death

Tue, 24 Apr 2012 00:50:41 -0400

I woke up today and realized I am not the same person as I was yesterday. And I wonder if I died yesterday during my dream. Was I was reborn into an old body, with old thoughts, and old habits this morning? I wonder if we die every time we dream; if we die every time we dream. And I wonder if we are simply reborn into an old body every morning, to occupy an abandoned life.

the nano

Fish-tank Woes

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 12:18:00 -0400

He stole my fish-tank cover, that rat ugly bastard. I spent days carving that thing from the finest plywood, and now it covers the toilet for a Mahoney look-a-like; I’m fucked.

- shimmer milmore

Lips (I Will Have The Next One With Pepperoni On The Side)

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 01:21:53 -0400

Mmmm finger lickin’ good –

my friend, where did the wild blue jay go?

Into the drain?

Into the sky-drain?

-I sink from my floating-

Skin and butter in my brain.

Come over and play.

- shimmer milmore

Escape into Bombay, Bombaaaay!

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 23:09:00 -0400

Bombay,

Bombaaaaaaay!

Its all ooo—ook.

Back in the daaaay

we used to get down that way,

and go back, deep, into Bombay.

Like a day owl,

flippin’ the bird

with a gray scowl.

We turned our cheeks,

and we turned our gears

to flee this fucked-up tuft of stuff.

Frederick van Trout

Blue-Faced Outsider

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 15:27:12 -0400

A wild kid

with a blue face,

found his meat

and took off with a flash.

A blue streak,

and this kid

formed a rift,

in my time,

into my mind.

A rift,

he yelped with insanity

as he whizzed through this black void;

into another time,

into another mind,

where he will find his meat.

the nano

Am I Here?

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 21:40:00 -0400

You have no idea that I am here,

or why I am,

or why you are.

And if you want to figure this out someday

you should ask your Pa;

he is straight this way.

But you must know;

when you search for those that are not

here, you only find madness.

Fred Macky

a black-tar scene

Sat, 31 Mar 2012 12:58:12 -0400

The scene felt

like black-tar oil

creeping from your pores,

stank and lethal.

It rolls and rolls

as black-tar tide;

while whimpers

smear the lay

of your face.

fred macky

magnets

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 10:53:47 -0400

I found you

and you found me;

our dipoles pulled us together

like magnets,

in the operating room.

nano bill

Delirium

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 22:45:31 -0400

My words blur with thought,

and my days melt into nights

as my dreams are confused by reality.

A once steady state equilibrium

becomes a chaotic swirl,

and my mind has become a damp sponge;

porous, amorphous.

slim pikins

Full-Body Metallic Dispersions

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 21:57:48 -0400

I admire those with full body tattoos, because they must have very, very important messages to convey. So important, it seems, that words would not do justice, not even loud words; instead they opt to have a loud body. Their body screams: “look at me, I can irreversibly pour metallic dispersions under my skin, so you can see my important messages.”

nano bill

Witchcraft-mediated Synthesis of Death-shaped Nanoparticles

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 20:46:29 -0400

Abstract:

Spindly and death-shaped nanoparticles have received significant attention for their unique psychotropic and creepy properties, but most examples of such nanoparticles have a zero-dimensional shape. These nanoparticles are synthesized in the presence of liquefied evil, by a witchcraft-mediated approach. The extent of the death-shape can be varied, leading to shifts in the murderous-resonance of the particles. In addition, the application of the death spindles for murder and surface-enhanced Raman spectroscopy is demonstrated.

Nano, Bill; A Small Journal, 1, 2012, pp88

For Ryan

Fri, 16 Mar 2012 23:58:00 -0400

And fingers like…

fingers like

a tornado,

a whirlwind of sound

whipped me into silence,

and words that carried me home.

slim pikins

A Rebuttal For Oscar Wilde

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 00:24:44 -0400

“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”

−Oscar Wilde; The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890)

Nowadays people worship technology,

and that is all.

I saw a young man drop his iApparatus, and I’ve never observed such horror of a man, or of a man’s face. It was as though the there was a deadly pit viper that had lunged onto him. It was then as though a comet would rain from the stars onto his current position, for his iApparatus was no more.

Nowadays people worship technology,

and that is all.

the nano

Out In The Backcountry

Sat, 10 Mar 2012 19:58:00 -0500

Out in the backcountry,

where worries break free,

is where I can be,

and I was.

And my fly hit the churning creek,

I watched it float past green-fuzz stumps,

it waited upon a deep pool,

and I was.

(splash)

A small man grabbed my fly

and it ran along the bank,

then found a deep pool to fight with me,

and I was.

I did not want this to happen,

there was serenity in the churning creek,

there were worries breaking free,

and I was.

Out in the backcountry,

now with a small man

and I fought him in,

and I was.

slim pikins

Small Man Breakdown

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 22:01:39 -0500

I saw a small man swell with frustration as every day passed, and today he fell apart into many different bits; it was quite a site for a small man. His arms went limp, chest began to swell, knees and legs became rubber-bands. Then a tremendous bone-crunch crack, his gut spilled open like a slowly bursting dam, and his entrails hit the floor with a splash. As his head rolled-off, bouncing into a puddle of blood, it threw teeth and tongue around the room. Piece by piece hit the floor as he fell apart into many different bits; it was quite a site for a small man.

nano bill

A Speck in the Grand Ocean of Space

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 21:33:39 -0500

We live on a blue particle,

a single particle,

a speck in the grand ocean of space.

Some solid,

some liquid,

some gas,

ours blue,

in the vast cosmic dispersion.

And we walk its small surface,

and we walk a colloid,

and we walk a blue particle,

a single particle,

a speck in the grand ocean of space.

the nano