Text and Hubris

So I saw that the WSJ had an article on flarf. I was familiar with the term but I realized that I hadn’t actually written any flarf or flarf-like material. It was high time to fix this. I did a quick Google search on a few random terms and then cobbled, pulled, and played with the results to create a suitable monstrosity. What I learned is that it is a lot of fun. This isn’t work I would want published outside of an online forum and I certainly don’t consider it anything more than a chaotic scribble of text. It was fun to write, though, and rather liberating. I may play some more with it in the future.

+Iowa +Psychedelic +Flowers

There you go with that psychedelic horseshit
stuck in the muck growing flowers
while that ‘67 Charger screams
and Paul Mcartney, the mainstream cowboy,
lives it up inside some big honey mama
laid splayed on a davenport in Iowa.
Her mind’s lost in the haze of some diviner’s sage
‘cuz we’re all Hare Krishna now.
And this? Well, this is just a bit of hippie clip art
pulled from the Garden of Eden.
What did you expect,
landscape photos and the abstract?
This was a piece born outside a strip club
where redneck girls grind on lonely businessmen
though an endless parade of garage rock.
where the spiders hang from silvered string
and descend into the flowers
held in our outstretched hands
bald heads still shining in the sun.