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JoJo Nguyen Apr 2015
At first we sent them two brands
they denied them both
left and right in
blue and read
so we strengthened them
with a third
and in three voice
the Brand said
to them "Verily
we have been sent
to you as instant messengers"
JoJo Nguyen Apr 2015
We live at a precipice
afraid to move for falling
into what we don't know
but it’s certainly not death
not in a Modern's sense

Inertial fear keep us
still prey rabbits
in a North Baltimore
street lined with manicured
homes while row houses
in sweltering heat sweat

He will lead confident
loud taking action because
we all eventually take the same risk
but need to push off fear
to one point so absolute
terribly white and beautiful

Take Us out of harms way
and deliver us to paradise
or some other oasis stuck
between commodity and stock

He leads and
if he fails we’re ****** but
if he succeeds, fortune’s his
and survival’s us
JoJo Nguyen Apr 2015
Stir straw my gripe berries of writh
while
Tae do drinks wedges for tumorrow.

do, Do, definkate times 5
else
numb, burrrr, 2 it's cold drop whate
doo doo merrilies.
JoJo Nguyen Feb 2015
Had a father name Zeus
One day Jane's Addiction
woke up and found my daddy
gone

Had another mother name Mary
One day brothers
Peter and Paul
read her suicide note

She'd loaded her pockets
with stones, waded
downstream in indigo
mood.

They named me Mo
Each day we
dog Clan follow
Jo scavenging
Eden.

We've left a garden
to build forts
with discarded sofas
and hurl play dirt
and nip our throats
in mock death.
JoJo Nguyen Jan 2015
When brand becomes bland
and routine and rituals
move in rigid homogeneity.

When monocultures spread
like healthy cancer
and our volatility meter
sits still at fever.

When popular financial service
say, that "the center
can't hold anymore."

When sleeping frogs
never wake even
though the enthalpic
belly satiates fully
and any tiny misanthropic
speck will spark
nucleation around
a waking me.we

When these blocks
fire in the deep,

then our dog clan stirs,
a smiling hive feasting
on dead amphibians
left motherly as sustenance
to begin a Trickster's
journey.
JoJo Nguyen Jan 2015
moving always gather dust,
swirling plumes
stuck in tiny granules of sweat,
and tears. secreting pores
cl0gged with detritus
of past life stirred
in passage to a short
sharp future.

a shocking c0llection
of earth, keratin, and
electron sheen on me,
confusing
or submerging
or subverting
0r diverting,
obfuscating or
simply schmooing
in a l0osely trailing
tendril connecting fragment,
piece, & sticky speck.

i join more fl0aters
hidden off in forgotten
co0l corners of history.
JoJo Nguyen Jan 2015
In the beginning
there is a class
of creatures we call Gods
that much later
we realize are just mono-
instances of god.

From the tower
I babble tongues,
coded messages and ciphers
that you implement
in your daily rituals
and obsessive behaviors.

In R, it's something like,
christ <- god(moral compass)

In Ruby it could be
buddha = God.new

And perhaps a nihilist or we
would find happiness in

10000.times do
pushRock = buhdda.take(me)
end

It's all pidgin for me,
unstructured glimpses at a world
that's moving and changing
faster than my non-existent
grandson can comprehend.

It's all a network
of +1 and like'd
firing mix media,
reinforcing a nascent
thought stream,  
back-propagating our legends
and fairy tales, Grimm
reminders of epic Odyssey |
5 Armies in film |
Warring States |
loping dog with a severed hand
in Akira black & white mouth
repossessing Spaghetti Westerns
back into our feudal *****.

Fire, firing
into the Monsoon rain.
Always in the Hemingway
rain of symbols and Matrix
green code.

And in my cupped hand,
I catch glimmering fireflies,
instances of Gaiman's
American gods, Tricksters,
Coyotes, and my faithful
Dog smiling at me.
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