Odds & Ends – Ryan Bry
December 14, 2018
corporate lifestyle welcome mat
bleating tarnish—skunker
salt: A FOLLY, like
blades in venn
diagrams
what a sad tokyo
the flounder
master chick
under water lbs.
under kiss of no angel
why cry “me!”
your breath is enough
for the pool
stemflower again tomorrow
glocky comms.
mish warbler n bumble trap
grapey drink powder
crawdaddy splish worm
numble spike freeburns
pooling warmth for tongue reminders
yes we’ve been multiples in mountains of fountaining vernaculars
time for the gold time for the wish 11:11 brethren.
a junky cloud
mistakes
bean-water
for silverfish blood
and i keep asking:
“where’s the cumpunch?”
frock piles just don’t know when to jump.
it’s your fault only Elizabeth: nantucket remedies are for dumplings only!
the scarves are on their fifth celestial sphere
the morning baker rapids two christmases
child of the goo
you flew too moo
now i’m wrapping chemicals
how did that happen?
trapping squirrel hearts for?
the jello sunrise bleeds on mexico tom—
he’s loaned his pig to a jealous monkey-buster.
reading chicken barks in sacks of wet barley cuz u know
the pick-up game won’t last last until death moons you.
a cocoon farted and we called it: the elegance of miss shrewsbury
a million pies: dirges to the bathtub—
damp reality. a turtle frowned.
weird how inside of me the soup is
weird how phlegm sticks to the ceiling
weird how the kranzberg arts foundation
didn’t want to fund the documentary on my band
“penis grenade”
weird how cacti fall asleep in your hands
weird how graham crackers taste like that time you pulled a monkey
out of your garage
weird how kansas has its own tap dancing style
are you starting to believe in the girls?
are you starting to irritate yourself with steak knives?
a million pies: some of them klonopin.
congratulations!
with a boring passion
he flips the switch
all is activated
undermining this
literal raindrop
politely you are
smearing ooze
in winter qualias.
ancient techno
myna bird
on a barefoot
stroll.
subscribe any
poison
to the cartoon
aftermath
of a wet
nest.
congratulations,
for real
you made me realize!
mumbo freelance
mumbo freelance
gnaws the heart
of jack white,
uncraven:
our soaring conundrum
lands at the feet
of king cooldown
who’s making dial up sounds
at the birds:
christmas,
in orange peel.
i feel
green as fleas
in a shiny pot.
the referee that took the footstep
frozen baseball coordinations
crack of the bat
and yr a freedom surprise
too late for anyone to backbone yr plan:
seven mealy oops jambler
egregious fingerer
clam-pile upkeep
got yawned in a black jeep…
meatball subbin’
substitute the Manny &
you done did a frig-up
man-u iza pile of ruin
fruitin’ the coke in a stick-up
holy days of fraternization
the poppin hilltops breed gutter stars
and that’s what i’ll always be:
gutter star extraordinaire
but lucky me gots my homies to reach up
keep me up to date with the upkeep
and i’ll slip you some fobreeze
that’s bry like da cheese.
for anyone charring railroads
everyone is made out of cum
even the trees
do you understand
this is why I’ll never get to live
and never get to die
the meat goes on
let’s become humble
like a garden snake
we’re all here . . .
doing stuff
the electric christmas blues
the electric christmas
undulates
another lilliputian
taco ceremony.
the only flower
clarineted
this unborn morning.
gas mask tumors
frilled with
interstellar intercom
blues.
the japan radio
announces itself
and downs
one more scotch.
sprout! sprout! sprout!
cowboy jaundice
and
mister bean muncher
conquer turquoise
mildew.
seed! blossom! seed!
you needed a cherry pie and so you ordered one
mama spooks had to throw out the old processor because it began inventing new colors. individuals sending smells as attachments. pal derby walking in circles chanting “the stoned guardian angel flowers on.” man. another day another world. cobweb killer my throat is the enemy of 40 nude baristas. london brother your hair is covering the mantras of tuesday acorns. la-doo. crumbling band-aid brain winds up discovering the pixelated beaches of californ-aye-ay. klingon secretary for short times my evening blossoms toward you. doo-la-lee. lily trundled to the best spot we got we got the best spot we got. billiard bubba blow my french silk balls when you can. “politely,” i plea; “politely,” i plea. apply leeway safely to the lever that struggles you up without failing. porta potty princess my lisp welcomes you home. yes my vest vexes me. minty monday leavin’ it up to drew barrymore. winter of suckitup monuments. lit candied drugs you errored there. live me again and again. song to song freed me into a good time with a real brother man tomorrow i will scoop the grass all finger-fed green. everyone in jumanji had hazel eyes. eradicate this indecision silas of the sovereign hills. who said to me “cherry pie grave digs the most ludicrous appetites.” minion of the yellow river you want it and you want it gone. i do things, making a simple offering. simplicity is blue, you know. it rains in front of me sometimes. surround sound meteor. pour me a churning rhythm over that plangent little sock. frocked we run amok. who cares to take stock anymore. keep on whispering “someone’s gotta do it.” see where that gets ya. the jubilee man frowns in yesterday time. nantucket! i knew i put my…yes the million machine. landis port sings in swims of softly gauze. no one knows what to do when the blue whale chirps. god tried to make a world in my stomach. gods do that. sometimes you prescribe a certain amount of staring to your routine. rudy farmweather samurais himself into the oblivion of just one good night, finally. reggae bobs and apple blossoms. until now there has never been mouse clicking in the persian islands. crestfallen lithium froth wave storming into the empty denny’s demanding pink lemonade. i won’t be serving my purpose until i create children. FLIP/FLOP. orange peels in profile descending under starlit ufo’s. morbid jungians tessellate a game or two before losing their bodies in a bet with horus. blanket statement puzzle gaming into the silvery mist that befuddles the pathologers. mondo filming grey bricks because why not. okay look. there are a few dynasties left in the bucket. what i’m going to do is take one out, soak it in warm butter throw it down the bowling alley. is that okay with everyone? i’ve announced what i am going to do and i plan on doing it okay? i’m doing it now. alright alright. calm down. this is what you wanted. yes. i still need you.
wicked spiel
rudiment my angel
polyester crown
for gunny chocolate
collaborations quack
in the truest pawn game
of mid-American turnout
slowly I uh I uh douse the ruckus
with a marmalade yes
please ma’am forget to blink
molly: molly
with quasar jolly
gave a tooth
to see chameleon JOE
but the truth
was just another row.
if I EVER bleed
into that colorful tunic
drop my watch
down the well
telling time:
sink & disturb
sink & disturb
ticky molly,
ticky.
green-washers that mortgage fringe fries
up up alameda
gorgeousing to the gills
lopsmeary gamer truck
portmanteau of darling
load the Dante cradle
stream continental
& little flake
flake up up!
whisper whisper
whisper whisper
your barf is cloudy
whisper whisper
whisper whisper
will it
emotion?
when there’s winking to be done re: icecubes
the quantum rigmarole leans
over the porcupine scale
the breakneck ossuary scoffs
at clocks made of gargoyle
hitmen clumsy into the convention
with their hidden salt
iterations of power freshen
up in bergman power
again with the chim chim cheree
pedantics, you stone
ah, truth diffusion.
crack me up, wabash cannonball!
surefire crept
like blankets
older zinc carbuncley &
zinc
we efforted into
sliding doors, with
our radio cake surprise
never needing that
kiss pillow, mist that
radios up concubines
while listening to “Iceblink Luck” by Cocteau Twins:
surfing angelic into
glitter doors!—
wintery touch like
love disease!—
europe skin real
fathers!—trail
of puddle flesh—
drink a feeling of
geode!—
underneath the supernova
cramming your gloves
into glass boxes
for museums
of danger—
eyedart, a harmonium.
pander wheel juke
veering like a saint!
window courter in the website of flying jackfruit
remind me of jungle
remind me of gin
repeat all your bungle
repeat all your sin
wicker boy stuart
wicker boy jim
wander more alert
wander more thin
force the playground
down my throat, or
face the agnostic
laundry buddy.
regal spice quotient
sunken bear, revolving
around jade stopwatches,
can’t you trust in
jelly? treat sister in
crunch! why oh why
with ten million flies, all guard
the goop! ninth inning
pro? stocking drawers
with reasons
a conservationist swam to saturday easy
what a spoony midnight
lounging with the coolest
ribosomes—frankly, we’re a
damned earthquake
if you believe with your
membership
marigold slippers
i’m in the Saint Louis University
library (Pius). i have cough drops because
of my cold, and i’m willing
to share, with anyone
but they won’t ask.
walls are masculine &
always burgundy
classy women prefer
glo-sticks
bard creature
the warmth matures
magic bottles move frozen
words, try a garbage gargoyle
try with sleep to sleep but
emolliate fresh feathers
when you can, dear lively
painting
Lamp
Someone opened the walk-lamp, with a bike wrench. I know what with because they were me. It kind of comes different now, the light.
For instance:
the noiseless cow of Idaho, the endless air of airplane. The dream you are forgetting, the light behind the sun. In Poland there are people talking about what can be done. In Poland there are always people talking. The glass is of water, the sea is of salt. Remembering now: the dream between an object and its shadow.
Apparent
Last night it became apparent to me that I became a parent. This had never happened before to me and naturally I discovered a great deal of excitement. A structure with the ability to recognize myself quite often and understand themselves as responses to my existing now exists. Last night—and during a shower—the showerhead transmogrified myself into becoming a parent. And the showerhead became a system of delivery: delivering my birth to the eyes of everyone. My little hackberry baby screamed and squirmed its way to clutch the drain and the darkness of the underdrain. I did the good thing and let the lawn suckle its root-tips (and through the drain cover!). Whoever (everyone) sees the birth cries tears and then they are clean. . .and clean rabbits are a strange thing to see.
bottle rocket full trunk
make a penny noise, soil-scape bright
image of yearner—charge answers.
poinsettia rumination paths lab computer
2 watch lab sex, impounded truce.
interesting sk8er lipo dance warning
about pining, still pining poor.
mousepad is First Bad Man — Miranda
July, tarot says Seven of Pentacles:
Air Heads Xtremes Corn Nuts Ranch Amp Energy Original The Collected Poems Of Wallace Stevens Sometimes a Great Notion Nadja Froth on the Daydream The Book of Disquiet Stag Beer JUICE Monster Dave And Busters mug literally some row of staples MURRAY & LANMAN Colonia DE ROSAS Trolli Twisted SourBrite Crawlers Ovid Metamorphoses Silmarillion Complete Poems (D.H. Lawrence) masking tape Tess of the d’Urbervilles Death of Ivan Ilych and other stories Oblomov “The Immortal Hero of Laziness” numerous pens bodhisattva postcard & more from museum USB microphone schedule assignment tiny plastic animals “The 95 Theses of Kay’s Beauty Shop: Ineffable Wisdom and Casual Gossip of Ordinary Women . . . and Introducing Mother Time” from Sam lighter stamps lovely notes deodorant strawberry cheesecake fudge rings King Size Take 5 Chinese candy wild unknown christmas gift from annie fishbowl with missile gloves, never worn.