ask and ye shall receive – polarity switch
By Kervin | March 15, 2010 | No Comments
first, i will turn you into money, then i will put you in my wallet.
i put my wallet in my pocket and sit on it.
when i need some more money, i will buy it with you–
change you in for the one-hundred pennies you are worth–
PUNKSNOTDEAD
soggy, used, discarded you.
and when we’re done with you, we’ll put you in our pockets,
snap the tops, steal all your light:
spread four ways; corners of the earth.
your north is south, we hold your compass for you.
little babe, magnetized no more.
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hello, wide world of internet. kervin here, reporting from a leather sofa sitting in the recessed den of a lovely townhome in tempe, arizona, and i’ve decided to do a convoluted-message advice column laced with hints of grandiose idea, nay, Idea, while i precariously sit across the room from an edward cut-out. his right eye is terribly photoshopped because the photographer was evidently incapable of using dramatic lighting efficiently. the creator, he is a blundering man.
so what is there to say about a person on vacation, what sorts of advice should he give, and what sort should he take? it is hypocritical to suggest relaxation routines, or perhaps just cruel, since this is all he is capable of. as the moment goes, he is not at work, nor at school, but not far enough out of these routines to forget all about them, so he piddles with the minds of those around him to see the gears grind; to see the wrench bend as he threw it in. silly, mischievous little man. occupy yourself with something self-engaging.
or burn it all down. we’ll be long gone before they figure it out.
for your * pleasure – fedora the explorer
By Kervin | March 8, 2010 | No Comments
well hey there, studly and stubbly muffins alike. i’m really excited to have the ball rolling on this feature, as it’s a great platform for me to share with you and not feel like a skeez or anything because hell, you’re realistically an abstract smudge concealed or congealed by a keyboard and the various switch-offs network-to-network on this wild-west, rootin and tootin thing we call the internet FOR ONE, and also because i’m going about this from the mindset that, “hell, there’s no reason for me to collect all these great bands just to hiss at other people enjoying them, so fuck it, i’ll share,” FOR TWO. so, anonymous patron of the blog, may i happily present to you another enthralling installment of what i’ll consider calling FOR YOUR LOWBROW AUDIOPHILE PLEASURE.
Better get started listening to this one now, as it takes a while to get moving. Know what, quickly grab your headphones and plug those suckers in, cause I’ll be the first to say that this group cannot be thoroughly enjoyed through crappy macbook speakers. ok, so you’ve got some 40mm drivers glued inside the cans strapped to your head with the volume turned up as loud as it will go. go ahead and click the link that says THE KILIMANJARO DARKJAZZ ENSEMBLE and get ready to sleuth the fuck out.
Here Be Dragons - 2009
HERE BE DRAGONS is a fucking masterpiece like brick was a fucking masterpiece — under the radar and dark as hell. the band name is a misnomer, there’s less jazz here and more jazz club. if you can listen to this group and not instantly be assaulted with the image of a dimly-lit, blood-red brick wall, haze of expensive cigars, fine scotch, made men and dames ala my 1920s wet-dream back-door password-is-charlie-chaplin speakeasy, we’re not friends. or we just don’t talk as often as we should. i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again: if it makes me want to don an expensive rabbit-wool fedora and .38 snubnose cautiously resting in a hand-crafted worn-in-from-time leather shoulder-holster as casual attire, i’m all for it.
flea
By Kervin | March 5, 2010 | No Comments
whatever’s in there, i want you to trust me to know
however it’s in there, just carve it out
a dense sense skirting on the verge of a slight suggestion floating through
as seen on tv
By Kervin | March 4, 2010 | 1 Comment
ok, i get it. auto dicer, bean dna splicer. set it and forget it.
now then, the next one. slap it, chop it, pour it all in. life is hard enough.
and after, a good time. pounds melt off, easy if you try. six easy installments.
goodbye, television. goodbye, bleached teeth. good bye, sun-soaked skin
a choking, desperate sense of relief
looming lake monster
By Kervin | March 3, 2010 | No Comments
i’d like a cigarette, please
a kick back and puff sort of ease
i’d like to know why, you
a relative short summation for a fool
here is a page, here is a pen
i’d like to continue, can’t you see
i’d like to have a lot of things
workin man’s blues
By Kervin | March 1, 2010 | No Comments
golden dollar paint smudge
and a spent sense of sincerity
breathless lofty blues
smuggled in cloaked dagger dark
and i spend and i spend and i spend
twice half what i earned
ramblin
By Kervin | February 27, 2010 | No Comments
i remember your face looking different
the angles hanging in different mannersall persuasive for a time well-spent
it is still there, but now there’s a change
something softer, this peculiar droopi will take out my stitches now
nothing lost in the transaction of flesh
i wrote this two hours ago, and in re-reading it, i’m not too terribly proud of it. however, i tried new things with composition, so i guess it’s a successful endeavor. your feedback and criticism would be appreciated and encouraged. fire away.
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