A laurel wreath of headphones shield her from the red sonnet

that from the dragon blooms a fiery one-sided duet

with some poor drunken shade that haunts the living room by day

music serves as both scripture and incense

for her time-stripped-meaningless ritual of innocence.

—

the grey songbirds of morning zip her up in faded black

they don the ragged hood, her coat of arms stitched to the back

she pours a bowl of cheerios and softly sneaks away

while dragon’s snoring claws the walls of his hangover cave

—

the river spirits gossip on the stones that dot the stream

about the flower prince and his madonna flora

how they grew up together

tumbling through the meadow

and how they will be together now and ever after

—

She knows the waitress better than her wildflower friends

who fills her cup before returning to the TV news again

when capulet was president he played a fertile tune

now montegue inverts the chord but neither helped the flowers bloom

—

one day soon she’ll take her fathers fire into the river

and one way or the other she’ll return the gift he gave her

thorn by thorn forced down that fiery throat until he knows

that beauty is the bastard to the hateful worlds we sew

—

the river spirits gossip on the stones that dot the stream

about the flower prince and his madonna flora

how they grew up together, tumbling through the meadow

and how they will be together now and ever after

Madonna Flora (sketchyprecussion)

Masterpiece

(UUNO and Sophia Boudeliou 2012)

In the dark I said

"Here are my desires

O monster of all monsters”

I put them before you

In a hope reserved for fools:

that you’d speak;

that you shared

the same tongue

but you just laid by me in silence

midnight’s funereal band swirling around us

not from the songs that they played

or from the fears with whom I layed

but something far away

bubbled up through

our charade

and bayed:

"it’s ok"

Some other night

when I wasn’t alone

Love’s pale face

smiled on me: 

I’d found home.

but I asked her 

where she’d been

in the twilit interim

I asked her questions

till their words

made no sense

In truth

there’s nothing we can say

but that’s ok, just place a kiss

upon the eyes

that at you dumbstruck stare

keep breathing life

into the timeworn love 

all humans share

as you run one trembling hand

through locks of ancient midnight hair

and say

"It’s Ok"

an adult in the dark

is no braver than a child

both hold their own

dim candles to the wild

they may whisper different hymns

but there’s no difference in 

the comfort they seek from them

I wanna be able to say

that it’s ok 

if I spend my whole life

around fires

on my way

through your forest

my love


It's OK [demo]

We snuck in the back 
your purse 
full of the laws of nature 
and kiss me over the garden gate 

we stole the sandman’s silver watch, 
fled down the trail of moonlight dripping from it’s cogs 
I wrapped it round your wrist, it fit 
and we hid within a starless kiss 

You and I, we walk the streets at night 
our faces painted for war 
by dim street lights 

the sun came up 
our trail ran cold 
because the hunting hounds 
have all grown old 
but who have we become 
in the light of this new sun? 

we lobotomized and then set free 
the cult of Johnny Appleseed 
and our rabid pantheon of dreams 
can’t see the orchard for the apple trees 

"there, there" and "it’s ok" 
dance around your weeping face 
like we danced around the fires 
in our midnight masks 

all we are is our desire 
like ash is just the memory of fire 
I cover you from head to toe 
to hide you from all earthly woe 

walk among scavengers 
for just one more taste 
of amazing grace 
but to get out of the rain 
we’ll settle for a fire and a fairy tale

Settlers

you swing all mystery 
as if it were a bat 
a bat marred with the clay 
god used on the fateful day 
when he made man 

but do you play ball? 
no, I don’t think you do. 
but I think that the cruel unfaithful boyfriend 
you beat to death with it used to 

I want to taste the pantheon 
that burns within your diamond skin 
all we know of you is what you’re not 
a whisper from a shadow 

You’re the Atlantic Yeti priestess of a UFO cult 
but it’s just a shitty day job, you’re pure 
novelty and wisdom incarnate 

at night you ride penguin-back 
under the stars 
dive into the sea 
where man throws all his misbegotten monsters 

I want to swim in pas de deux 
a heathen to your sinless blue 
as the mouse-wheel of a world I knew 
vanishes from view 
I want to drown in search of you 
I never want to find you

Mermaid Stew

Mohamaki is pulled into the strange world of the computer robot, and meets his first spacefriend.

The TIMECAGE Test idea

Outside of time, no can can hear you tell time.

TIMECAGE Theme

outside of time, no one can hear you tell time.

TIMECAGE Theme2

We sleep on the dark side
of separate lives
each ones shadow puppet life
cast by the other's cell phone light

Our tomorrows make bright this black night
after night after

night stretches out
 I'm pressed up to the glass
headlights probe at the falling snow
while you sleep in the back

it's like the world has been erased
there's no happier

place to pull over and just stretch our legs
like the highway stretches on and on
Pennsylvania just seems to never quite end

somehow I'm driving to meet again,
but you're also in the back seat

One day I'm gonna just fuck this all up
but until then I'm gonna swear that I won't wake you up

somewhere deep inside we know 
this road trip's bound to end
but how about until tomorrow comes
we just play pretend

For So

Unlimited Unearned Condifence

UUNO - Last Stretch

Peace be with the 
wolf in the the pit of 
the mental illness geo metro

Xanax vigil
burning purple
over dogshit dreams

where any lost passerby
can be a pilgrim

Unlimited Unearned Confidence

Late Winter Stomach

Thumbs up, eyes closed, buddha smile while I
Boil to death in the false promise of half-measures,
Coffee, ketchup and fries and anti-depressants

Not really sure what the problem is
But that doesn’t mean that my opinion’s not valid
Based on my life experience, right and wrong are just a matter of 
volume and endurance

“Those who try will never try will never try in vain”
I’m self-coerced by the daydream of a pep-talk
To throw all doubt down the drain
Where the drain is my smooth sloping brain and to throw
Is to not really do anything at all

I wanna run
Back to the beach
Burn all my clothes
Lay down in the water
And drift off to sleep

Dear friends and family
I know i haven’t been around much lately
But it would mean the whole world to me
If you could chip in just a little for my human pickle challenge gofundme

Hey all, i know it didn’t work out
But calling my a joyless buglike 
Algorithm of flesh
Even after i promised that i’d pay you all back
Is really unfair, i know you’re all better than that

I wanna run
Back to the beach
One cigarette and a sour apple slurpee
die at 19

Thank god our parents all figured it out
They never seemed to have a doubt anyway
I hope that one day I will be worthy
Of our one great inheritance
In spite of everything
 insane boundless unearned confidence

UNLIMITED UNEARNED CONFIDENCE [demo]

Break down all my faults in to digestible pieces
and immediately spill them in into the crack 
between the glovebox and the seat

UUNO

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