PISS STANCE WIZARDRY:
THE FRAZZLED JAZZ OF A FRIED HORN UNWINDING (Some Shit out of STIHILISTโs Notebook)
as realized by
JAMES QUENTIN DEVINE
m.v.d.
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1.
VIEW USER
Audience as accomplice.
Viewer-use admonishment.
Listen up.
Audition the obvious.
Complicit.
Malcontent.
Explicit.
Ill-bent.
Examined zippers in body baggage.
Scene cleaners.
Lean limbs at the length of their leash.
A rocking carriage.
2.
MOODRING (A FOOLSJOURNEY)
Is it hippie shit?
Deep dick?
Undercover?
Double-dumb?
Dug ditch?
Bubblegum?
Death knell?
Hate spell?
Love craft?
Herbert Wells?
Well spoken?
Spare chuck?
English broken?
Terms bartered?
Invoking?
Non-starter?
Brokedown?
Busted?
Barrel-bottom?
Gun-toting?
Does it hit you upside the head with the lead of an unsharpened โ2?
Dull in the night like bus lights tic-flickering over you?
Does it come with a knife like most compliments?
Does it sparkle like an opal in its opulence?
Voluminous vituperance.
The spit of spider-humans.
Fusions.
Concluding.
Brooding.
In the end a vain gesture.
Vague and alluding.
3.
IN PISSERโS POSITION, ENACT THE METHOD
Bars overrun with chaos like shots rung.
Four doubles on the table is eight shot-some.
Jetset flotsam flophouse lousy with the jazz kit.
Fucked up, saying any old stupid shit, like.
Orbit the sun of your reach as you grasp it.
A low voice and a rasp hit.
Buried bonds and blast kits.
Treasury.
Treasure me.
Waverly.
Pigsโ blood.
The new messiah claimant rising ascendant.
A cross task to pretend at.
A false promise and a pendant.
A court arraignment.
An ordainment.
An ordaining.
Subordination.
Importance.
A distorted abortion.
Bugliosi.
An exploding head.
Scan-your-optic panoramic.
All-seeing goddammit.
Clusters of sounds for nada.
Frothing in the back of an ambulance.
Shitting your innards.
Uttering cloudy curses in a black static blizzard.
4.
THE LAST OF ME
So you showed up early for the previews of the film youโre meant to see.
It was purely.
Selfish irony.
Surely purely.
A bootleg tee.
It was purely fantasy.
Maybe theyโre landmines.
Could be leitmotifs.
Maybe itโs crayons.
Could be carved reliefs.
Maybe you carry your stress in your shoulders.
Canyons and boulders.
Maybe you clench your teeth.
Seismic sideways shift.
Maybe you flinch at the sight of belief.
At the hint of magic.
A fraction of relaxion.
You get tense and you spirit away.
5.
SLACK CATASTROPHE
Mechanically separate the process from the product.
The chicken from the squawk.
The talon from the beak.
The night from the hawk.
You exist in darkness now.
As you did before.
The shadow lengthens.
Just a bit more.
6.
AN EMACIATED BEGGAR APPEARS
I barely feel like I exist in a continuous world.
I produce work on what is nearly an involuntary basis at this point.
I have no connection to any of this.
And yet I find myself generally unemployable and upset.
As such, I would like to maximize the value of my output,
despite my distaste for the broader world. ๐คช โ
7.
PEEP
If itโs love you show to the world.
You will age into a young girl.
I am an agent of the unwell.
The queeniest bitch waking up from her anesthesia.
With a voice resonant of the deep.
Iโm not that nice new or naive.
Honeycomb monster in the alley.
Living post primitif.
Covered in grime and talking to himself.
Hate in the streets.
A trash truck emanating heat.
A flash flood.
A trenchcoat peek.
8.
CRUSHING INDUSTRIAL METAL, 55-60 BPM
Built on a foundation of lies.
Just one gust.
Destabilized.
9.
CYNICAL IDEA FOR A DEPLOYABLE SOCIAL MEDIA CHARACTER
Rhythm expert and eclecticist.
The shift shaper.
Walk theft.
RVD. Bronson. Jessica Rabbit.
Wrestlers. Dancers. Actors. Fighters. Video game characters. Cartoons.
All thatโs left.
Whoโs playing as you?
10.
THE MIRACLE OF SACRED PRAYER
The architecture of anxiety loops interrogation.
Inward on itself.
Nulled in negation.
Indigo seeps from a slivered moon.
Crimson creeps from a stab-wound.
11.
THE ARTIFICIAL TURF CONFESSIONS OF VAHAN BABAYAN
They let their dog stick his nose in my yard.
All the time.
These people.
The people walking with their dog.
Itโs fake grass.
They must know.
The owner.
The people with their dog, I think.
I think.
The dog roll around, stink.
Go home.
Roll around in bed with the owner.
Covered in pee.
Everything ever soaked in.
Everything!
Sometimes.
Sometimes I piss in it myself.
In many ways.
I am their master.
12.
SHORT PUNCH โ1
Itโs best to keep a wall between you.
A fence wonโt do.
13.
SHORT PUNCH โ2
If art canโt hurt then art canโt heal. Two sides one coin. Thatโs the deal.
14.
THIS AGAIN (GROANING)
The hidden camera shows itself
Makes an ass of itself.
Fully amniotic.
Full blast.
The psychic twin cannibalized.
15.
FADING BILLBOARDS
Your lead single went leaden.
Got your foot in the door but you couldnโt get your head in.
Wouldnโt fit.
Ballooned to shit.
Implicit sonatas.
Invisible threads.
16.
THE PLAYBOOK
โSays heโs pornsick.โ
โBullshit.โ
โPornsick Hugh.โ
โMakes me sick.โ
Both laugh.
โSo heโs like a compulsive masturbator?โ
โIโll say.โ
โYou got any sexual kompromat on you?โ
โNaw.โ
โPitchers of your dick out there ainโt sโposed to be out there?โ
โIโm slinging wifeless dick. I drag my tail as I please.โ
โSo you never put it in no kids? Never had a professional film you? Never jacked off for some cash, some guyโs apartment, you donโt know if heโs got cameras?โ
โHell no!โ
โGay stuff? You do gay stuff?โ
โYou got your boy over here lookinโ like taxidermied ass.โ
17.
THE ASS-SCRATCHER
Listlessly bringing in the mail.
Absent-mindedly tossing it into the trashcan without even looking at it.
Now you gotta pull it out.
Thereโs no money in it.
But that hasnโt stopped you from reaching.
Picking.
Scratching.
Peeling away layers, befouled.
18.
ILLOGICAL SCAT
Ah-ah-ah-ah!
Liโl brodi got the PornHub tab up in Russian.
Ah-ah-ah!
Olโ boy on that DuoLingo tryna get that foreign pussy, ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah!
Macawsโ cackling.
Theyโd come across the campus just to laugh at him.
This weird fat kid who never talks.
Sat alone.
In the computer lab.
Same outfit every day.
Or so it seemed.
Stinking-ass polo shirt.
Filthy collar.
Something was wrong with him.
Everything wrong with him.
Easy pickings.
Stood out stark.
Hyenas pick obvious marks.
Ah-ah-ah-ah!
Olโ Weird-Ass gonna beat his dick right here in the libary!
Ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah!
Beat his dick to pictures of his sister I bet! If he even got a sister!
Ah-ah-ah! Ah!
What a fuckinโ dumbass!
They all wondered if one day that kid would finally have enough.
Snap on behalf of all locker-stuffed.
The paunched and puffed.
The forgotten and unpicked.
Those kids who nosepick.
The seat-pissers, farters, and freaks.
The kids whose crumpled Starters smelled like shitty-ass cigarette smoke.
The neglect.
Apparent not home.
Wafting off polyester.
Laundry undone.
With the crustache.
Underlip.
Tragic snagglebit.
Bad hair, greasy.
Black and white head acne.
Ass end ugly awkward and flappy.
Gut hung over dadโs old khakis.
Back before he got fired.
From the failure factory.
โNow heโs unemployed and laughs at me,โ
Weird Kid thought unhappily.
As he ignored the tauntersโ torment flexing.
Lost in a fog of his own thoughts or what felt his own.
God knows what devils really field the sown.
19.
REPURPOSED LAMPPOSTS
Captured voices on real tape.
A ghostโs impression of a baying ape.
Birdsong on your birthday.
Your best friend in the worst way.
The enemies are gathered at the gates.
The footmen forming phalanxes.
The galaxyโs galleons harbor in your moats.
Chokepoints and parade floats.
Theyโll curse your name in the streets with Soviet rifles.
Old stocks hoisted high.
20.
DUMPTY
Brain ajar.
The doorway to no more.
Upheaval.
Body retrieval.
Snout out on scout.
Dogs in a field.
The corpus is stuck.
Of course itโs all fucked up.
Sad sax.
Tragic scat.
Hindwet.
Trouserly shat.
Soiled and rolled-in.
Utterly sat.
21.
SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED IDEATION
Guided by ridicule.
Horned and dragged through the streets.
Parade the beast.
Steered and flogged.
The wheels of the cart turning through insult.
Grinding.
Fat cattle.
Oafed up on luncheon loaf.
Abused.
Shown when and where to go.
The loudspeaker barks order.
If you cooperate theyโre calm.
The more you act up the closer they come.
Then they box your ears.
Stick you in headphones.
Play the screams of your tortured parents or children or pets.
Something really sick.
I think itโs the government.
I donโt know.
Itโs hard to confirm anything these days.
Informationโs unstable.
Weโre fucked in our ways.
22.
FATHER KNOWS
Internal trials of a vile journalist.
Contaminated documents.
Assholes and arsenic.
Designer style stripped down for tourniquets.
The war came and went.
Then it left for the liquor store.
Then it came back.
And beat the fuck out us some more.
23.
DEAD NOTTINGHAM
Dismember the hunter and render his plunder unto the forest itself.
Remember the wonder of canopy cover and ponder the power of wealth.
24.
CONDEMNED (THE CONCLUSION)
Resuscitationโs unnecessary.
Do not recite.
Note for note.
Night for spite.
Not for naught.
Split up then get hit up.
Dead manโs hand moving in the bush below.
Thatโs a real live one.
Lit up.
Motion detectors.
Reaching.
Oaken open.
Adding.
Cut me open and count the rings.
Iโve said it before.
Iโve said many things.
It goes on too long.
It lingers and clings.
Life is a song that death sings.
