Sweat and mud is how they
feel for you, in every droplet brown that
comes from your exit wound, this
pacified insect burrowing in Rabelais; secular
fatties proclaim drunkenness.

Smoking gaga in the Joe Namath homosexual airs
surrounding Qualcomm, I put away the pictures
of Oaxaca tunnels and clear the dead eyelashes.

"Kaanapali Shangri-La is an expansive private vacation rental villa on Kaanapali Hillside at 173 Hakui Place, located immediately above Kaanapali Resort and the Kaanapali Golf Club. A mile long golden sand swimming beach and beach park is just one mile downhill. Many other picture postcard sandy swimming beaches are within a few minutes drive. Sailing, Jet Skiing, Parasailing, Surfing, Boogie and Body Boarding, Sport Fishing, Horseback Riding, Hiking, Public Lap Pool, Tennis, and Golf are nearby. Shangri-La is a superbly appointed 9 year old, 2 story villa, offering an L shape tiled and heated swimming pool 80 feet in total length, sunken and tiled Jacuzzi spa adjacent to the pool, central split zone air conditioning, 4 bedrooms each with private bath, 4.5 bathrooms, security system, formal living room and separate family room, formal dining room with chairs for 6 and hardwood floors, gourmet kitchen, and abundant outdoor patio chairs, tables, and chaise lounges. The Villa is surrounded on 3 sides by undeveloped open lands and provides full privacy within walled in grounds measuring 20,200 square feet. Interior living space exceeds 4,600 square feet with additional outdoor covered patio space. The Kaanapali hillside location features sweeping unobstructed panoramic ocean views from both living levels as well as a tranquil and serene ambiance. Upon entering the foyer of the villa there is a formal living area and staircase to the upper level on the right. To the left is a smaller bedroom with private shower/tub bath with 2 twin beds as well as a half bath powder room and full size laundry room with washer/dryer. An iron/board is built into the wall in the smaller bedroom. The kitchen and family room are straight ahead on the ground floor. At the top of the stairs on the upper level is a foyer with desk and lounge chair. To the right are two bedrooms each with private tub/shower bathrooms. One bedroom has a Queen bed, TV, and phone. The other bedroom has 2 Twin beds. Each bedroom faces the ocean with beautiful views. Adjacent to the kitchen is a family room with sofa, CD & tape Stereo, Large TV & VCR, Fax, Portable phone with voice mail, and convenient office work station."

"I got a phone call Friday morning from a seminary in another part of the country asking if I would be willing to let my name be put on a list of candidates for a professorship in New Testament. It didn't take me five seconds to answer that question. I said no. I've got a great church. God is beginning to move. Don't even add my name to your list. I want to build a world church with you at Bethlehem."

Lenny Bellows and the Serpent of Semen

    I read a book about midgets
that play the bassoon, you Nigger," Jesus said, as he
told Christ to fuck himself, " said Chicken Boy.

My lung is okay. Send more lunch.
A blonde palm reader is deciphering the
lines on my cock as we watch Vin Diesel in Triple X,
while waiting at the stoplight of Satanism. Bean pulp.

by lou dallas | 18:25

by lenny bellows | 23:15

empty the mind that fumbles
and open the chute
that flows south to the creek

kneel under old willow trees
and make the sign of
The Southern Cross with your finger in the mud

feel the urge divide and become combatant
the good feelings on slippery rock
next to ocean of discontent

how you raise your head and consider
the other bank is sanctuary
and a home to unfathomable queries

slide back up the trail
with your back to the flowing waters
and feel the branches crack underfoot

by lenny bellows | 22:20

by lou dallas | 19:59

"I guess it was pretty presumptuous of me to expect anything other than a one-nighter with Jesus, but he's the kind of guy that makes you instantly size him up as a keeper. I tried to be cool about it, but when he tapped my chest and said "Lo, I am with you always" I got snippy and retorted "What kind of E.T. 'I'll be right here' bullshit is that?' He rolled his eyes and said "Later, man," and off he went."

by lou dallas | 19:28

He manifests the chrysallis
and sacred silence of fumbled dictators. Mind poles fly across
a grassy skirt of shield. He bellows across the horse heads turning
in cloud shadow drifts of consiousness, vast open areas
of green and insects thriving, horses and cattle and the
occasional goat or coyote that drank from the
wise old man's canteen in the gulch that you wish
you could find so you could empty
all the prisoners in your thighs and medulla,
no gruel for the Princess of Hula, you
better get your ass to Mars...get your ass to Mars...get your ass to Mars...

by lou dallas | 19:18

by lenny bellows | 18:07

Cause we gotta little ol' convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, cross the USA
Convoy... Convoy...

by lou dallas | 14:33

by lou dallas | 14:22

have found
out
that I will be living in an old hospital
small birthing chambers
many windows
long, narrow living space
(from W 8th St to E 8th Ave)

there is symmetry in infinity
collaboration, novel, music
goats

by lenny bellows | 21:49

Nappy Roots - Sell It Out
Ol Dirty Bastard - Dogged Out
Method Man, Ol' Dirty Bastard, The RZA, U-God & Masta Killa - Ghost Dog
Smokey and the Bandit - East Bound and Down
Digital Underground - We Got More
Disturbed - The Game
Atkins, Chet & Les Paul - Brazil
Old Dirty Bastard - Shimmy Shimmy Ya
Bobby Moore & Rhythm Aces - Bobby Moore & Rhythm Aces - Searching For My Love
Fabulous Thunderbirds - Wrap It Up
Ennio Moricone - For a Fist Full of Dollars
Faster Pussycat - Cathouse
Smokey and the Bandit - East Bound and Down
Thalia - Vueltas En El Aire
Nappy Roots - 10 nappy roots - blowin trees

by lou dallas | 18:49

Yellow hulls against the marine layer,
bobbing lemons on the levels of a brain.
Thin thistle backtracks around
the fat burning enclave, peering through
knotholes at hippos threshing grain.

Salmon California - resplendent
in red push-ups and the dandy
secrets of jai-alai commuters, we motion
for the ocean spray to ride us out, and
bid adieu.

- len and lou - san dawg - upshur lab
lou dallas Time: 10:42

by lou dallas | 18:33

Well, here on the 4th floor of dingy Hay Al Wihda Mahala 906, Zukak 42.

House 7.

Baghdad-Iraq

Tel : +964 1 719 64 28
Faks : +964 1 717 01 71

I wish I had some fresh kale and garlic from Cali,
the friends here are lonely and surrounded by
loved ones, the dogs are spitting like old men
on the streets that seem soaked in a beer-wine concoction,
especially when we suck the nargile, sweet m'hasheesh, the
turbans stained with spy guy salmon tongue.

Shivering Kurd girls quiver in my arms
on the 4th floor of House 7.

by lou dallas | 18:02

by lou dallas | 17:38

by lou dallas | 16:47