![]() purity mind reeling from possibility of no escape wind and rain haunting seek my disapproval the fingers of a fucked god pull my puppet strings happiness and hell become one a flux of sense or sensibility eludes me. in process we wait for a show of hands decayed bony hands playing etudes in scriabins chord... and pray the beer stays cold.... |
![]() PUBIS FECUNDUM I am a penis in love with the wind as the wind blows and blows I come softly ---------
with certainty |
![]() pudknuck in the re-definition of purity there is a flux a crux and an uncertain overview most of which eludes the mob and as i struggle for truth it is disturbingly clear that i am one of them... ---------
a tapeworm bonds with |
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Jeff Filipski is originally from Buffalo NY An artist for over twenty yrs A member of E.B.M.A. Jazz and Poetry Ensemble His voice appears on "Enjambment" His laugh appears on Kurt Nimmos "Bongo Moon some of his visuals have appeared in: Deluxe Rubber Chicken Non Compos Mentis Press Atticus Review Pure Light The Hold Fubbles Press There are others whose memories are mostly thought manifest several of which are a product of extensive brain damage and/or are simply not memorable enough to mention... He tours florida with his artwork trying to convince tourists that his wild forms are really fish, indigenous wildlife, very disturbing still lifes and neuro-self-portraiture... |
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