Found Poem

I heard that these guys are more iced up than crystal castles, we talkin ice, meth, K, roids, tranq, heroin, tabs, speed, coke, lex, you name it, it's in their system... so seriously dripped is this track, I listened to it about 50 times dancing in my room like Barack Obama dances on the Ellen show, all smooth and chilled out, icing back in the majesty of it all... daaaamn it's got me swingin' something savage. this UK duo is pure prophetic optical inducing brilliance...Mount Kimbie, I heart you

Blank Contraband

(Inside the anatomony of Musics of Noble Entitlement/Invisible Planets on this Planet)

There is a run of sheer jade at the nape of a yellow wrist bulging like the dingy veins of mothers in taxis: crisp diamonds checkering the dense slur of the rings which herd them home--- arrogant and grotesque yearning as a form of comfort-- a warm day in my nerves --- the curve of their daze could drop a river powder light and dismissive puddles about no more, running out of thirds, His arms keep perfect ridges when you lift your eyes from them they land on a baseball cubic shimmering with field apathy and no gate, imagine the restless privacy of alters and stadiums or of the putrid silhouette of the ready-mades on slides in classrooms or in museums or on the sky looking like taxicab poodles or sugar cotton, incorruptible swaths of brand nodding in the teeth: minor and everywhere, are called trade, resources confiding in themselves door after door how the way out is one more, I promise, it opens onto green dolphin street with the calm promiscuity of buiks from the yard and, it gets to be ours