Yung Crime
ebook
Dec 2012
http://yungcrime.tumblr.com/
http://archive.org/details/CaptainMissouriYungCrime
Alien Time floppy disk
Aug/Sep 2012
Floppy Disk Release #3
Contains 42 poems and a dozen or so collages by Captain Missouri
created in edition of 15 and packaged by hand in plastic sleeves.. each containing unique ephemeral additions.
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| freshly formatted floppies |
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| ALIEN TIME standard title card |
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| inside sample |
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| backs of package |
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| fronts of package |
available for purchase at $1
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THE FOLLOWING ARE TAKEN FROM the ALIEN TIME disk
I. VARIOUS, APRIL 2012
and now a word from the jaws of our sponsors,
a divided scene of global importance:
tempered and lame or dead and indigent.
and i thank the lesser of my foes as evenly as the
ones of assorted sizes:
I thank those who accept my confusion as reality, rather than an
escapable farce (as and and time rolls on), regardless of anything
(a change is gonna come)
and i am still cringing when i look outside,
in most available directions
itd be keen to decided to land and hover
when considering poses to fixate your gaze on to build a mesh net around, chain malle and goats. and figuring out all the chasms of dust would not be a rembder of bad things that take you and put you in columns of pressure and altering in ages held in your highest regard: from the top the to the bottom; to the left side of ANTELOPES. and after the lights in your coumns start flickering, i'd rather be there than outside of the cinnamon. Letting my gaze run back over the whole crowd, letting my sieve of a tongue sort the dull ones out. now i may not talk alot i may not look alot my mind is simpering, i have even glimpsed at tastes youve tasted. the music you heave, if you will call it a wall is a wall yes of course and the papers keep stacking. extended release! now my thumbs they keep cracking. and burning my limbs as often as i am suggested to always make senseL just ask all your wisdom tooth. 5 screaming antlers on 3 creaming antelopes. the other ones hanging my coats up my telephone.
the weight of the sword
when its held by it holders
is nothing, is nothing,
said glory makes marks.
the weight of the pen
in the hand of its holder
is all things, is all things
said worry gets dark.
the heat on the hill
at the top, after sieving,
tattoos its lincoln logs
onto my skull.
IN A QUEST FOR METAPHORS WHICH I COULD DEFEND,
really care to risk religion.
worry the weird will eat us dead.
they wont eat you alive,
they have hands that defend theme.
i was writing an acrobat letters, it seems.
the bumps in the road, the edge of my skull
the straight lines are faltering.
faltering, faltering.
a blank page, no its not
its one that masquerades as such
until i find in
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II. KING COBRA (FLAME AND WARE), SEP. 2012
Dont tell me you're holding gemstones on your lips
I know its all just diagrams of photographs,
comparative reactions,
tracing the faultlines,
only to find,
nothing
i've already discerned some things for myself.
without sense of touch, without sense of direction
i aint going nowhere
i am already everywhere
everywhere is already here..
what love, king cobra flame and ware
now if you keep your moratorium
on judgements not linear with precedent
you are choosing
to be
whatever it is that you'd hate to see
someone become
what love is, or should be, probably
is the shedding of the big + bright disease
the ones that hold us leaning on our knees
to be replaced w/ ropes that tie around yr feets
keeps your spectral clean
keeps the monitors gleaming
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III.RED, 2012
if words leak specks of neon gatorade sweat and voices murmur themselves themtongues, then let the geologist guarantee our vendor a delectable entropy of candlelight. find out if he has the rudimentary credentials and borrow his hair slick for your own rudiments. as a banker and a dealer youll be stealer and a wheeler. So if you killl her and shes willing dont forget the penicillin. And take a shot of penicillin let the antlers bleed within him. bury all the rocks you can with shovels or with your limbs. and the ramp i bought is boiling; despite all the gratitude; granted ive grabbed my fair share of rays.
and another question for those bleeding rays and fingers for whom we trade glance; for sake of piety and suchor; the lure of the grotto-the penetration of the mole. Granted we'd had a bit of time with the salesman to organize our vast attitude towards the undead. And believe me the parsons and the families on the far side of the road wont wince at that.
dont target antelopes and other things like this that shine and blind us.
pull a lever if the switch is covered up with cardboard or with sandwiches.
and dig the sun as long as all the insides are in order
and you have utilized the tools of man to break your borders
and for truth: yet it is time to breach the definition of detention:
here within these borders;
the leach and the blood on the tongue
mouth open wide; george washingtons fingers and
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IV. HAMMER DONT HURT EM, MARCH 2012
here we have a brooklyn dodger,
joining the ranks of the filibustered and assuaged.
lain along the assembly lines
with outlandish phrases acting as t-shirts rather than tattooos on your spine.
if everything is a t shirt, i might as well as spend all my money on
seconds are not property of rot
swelling at the bit
with remnants of anestesia
suffering in ill born non physical manners
the degrees of tangibility in each only surpassed by their cold lineage.
when accused of bogarting the shell, the artful dodger
winced and pressed his stamps onto himself
although the missions of these priests
were not spectacular
to say the least
all who requested an audience with the pope were not as lucky as I,
the cardinal of burden
"you are whining! and suffocating!
the hill is not yr place, i am not saying anything, i am locked behind my face"
so much for the urchins
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