juicebug/z: a mystic alchemy juke ramble

 

 

First published in Letterhead Volume 2 (May 2009) and performed at several venues by the author

mystic sightly/slightly fuzzy/come clear and nuzzy

                                    //maelstrom calm//

the blindly buzzy did buzz a flux

razzin the rab // fluxxin the slab

blind as a buzzer he flew the new juice route to find the spliced truth fruit

sight blindly the buzzer came wilin 'n'  stylin

to sit in the pit and smack a fat wit and it was NoT bugged

its language was no language an AntIlanguage a UniVersaL language

a something that could be read, repeated, spit back verbatim

unthought about//rote//written//disseminated//regurgitated//anti-initiated

aka//infinite mobiling static stuff

spellcheckedless dictionless perfect(shun)

perfectly scribing its own samples//keeping its own linguistic counsels

it flew unfail-flailingly

it was a buzz the buzz a buzz to spin a spin

the bug shrugged

and dug it was

it WaS a RIDER

it was journeying//: it did not say goodbye because it took all of it with it

it was already there so it didn't care if it ever got there cause there was already here

and the here was this

and the bug was very very Very VeRy VeRY VERY this

and the bug hugged the lugs

and the wheels and the tires and the hubs and the rubs and axles and the crossaxles and the joints and the UVs and the PCPs and the ons and the ons and the ons

til the gones be gone

and it went on and in and it transmissioned and it communicated

it went up and in and up amid, cranking clanking spanking shanking

not caring if it got the sHaFt cause it was the shaft//the sharp shoot//the shaft

all the way til it was blocked

and the block was where the power was::

where the buzz was just and the crux in flux

at once the buzz screwed up thru the chambers //the cylinders to the pumping and the sparking and the light and the gas and the past and parts and the sparks to the holy head

the distributing messageglow of the swirling twirling squirming kiloton world of wires

and the buzz bug made the scene the oily spleen and on out thru the grill and at the grill it had itself a thrill a spill of a chill puce juice//a ginlime grime splice

well why not it was with it all the while

and it was traveling and it was there and gone and still unnoticeable

and so still there

blind the bug dug the rug as it swept up and the stick was shifted and the wheel was wobblin==

and the horn blew forth a beat |boom/boom/bass/boom

cheap jazzy beep with a shriek a c-sharp in sixteenths and trills willy-nils and disregard for the wanton wills of the silence shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

and it looked

and it was on the InsidE of the windshield and it looked out and saw its brothers coming at it

{says:}my brothers don't fear the false wall but come up thru the grill

spend some time in the chill

get to ride the ridge of the blade

and learn what it is to be a fAn (whooo) fAn (whirrrrr)::ha

ride the wall of fire for the firewall is the key to be near free

awwww its good

and you'll be buzzing to the c-sharp jazzy beep beat on the chromium center seat//and my brothers, it was sweet

and it was good sighed the fly and the buzz was fly

and the bug was what he was and the buzzy bug was the best of what he was

and all he was and he was not the fruit

but he was of the fruit

and he flew and he flew and he flew

in the buzzing bit of fleshy tushy fruit

the totemantric pucejuice. the truth==

zoop.