GUDIGAZ GO BOYS

Giddyup your giddiness go
global changes with a four speed
dual quad
posi-traction
409
browser. Shimmy-
surf. Rev.

Surfeit the top row, bro, go ghetto novelty.
A cruise ruse.
Nickel-n-stop-on-a-dime-it.
Chronometer’s go

ego chromatic and callipygian’s
one macho-moral

imperative.

Christopher Rizzo
- posted by Aaron Tieger @ 10:12 AM

 
SCHWEPPES

Funky Comadena big spins pop
medians and smarmy. Curb monikers
bonkers, pebbles, circular cargo
shticks and blasphemies akimbo.

Wah-wah pedal bipedal airborne
euphoria, crookedly a vocable.
Duct tape gripped shoe-goo
and bring it on, machismo machines.

Posers and hurters, shifty
manuals for Billabong billboards.
Radicals cut fat lines.

Bluster luster and smithy on the rack.
Never back but backwards.
Effluvia. No more bad town.

Christopher Rizzo
- posted by Aaron Tieger @ 12:50 PM

 
GUSTO

Schlemiels hoodoo hoodlumism.
Method country.
Humungous air. Think outside
a fun-funky-box.
Sixteen stitches later, whirligig
lapdogs hit up and on.
Rails, ponytail-townies.
Boondoggle malingerers,
wax a priori.
Asphalt basilica.
Aquafina.
Flip lacunas feel
loved.

Christopher Rizzo
- posted by Aaron Tieger @ 8:46 PM

 
Chicken of the Sea

a poem by Amanda Porter in the voice of her 6-year-old self

Pluck Pluck Pluck Pluck
chicken of the sea
Big wave Big Wave
you don't bother me

Na-na Na-na Na-na Na-na
Barnacle and seaweed
Na-na Na-na Na-na Na-na
Swim out to the buoys

Hurricane swell cold as hell
Flat rock Back talk
5-alive-o
twist & dive-o
Yelling at the ocean-
Chicken of the Sea
Big Wave Big Wave
you don't bother me.
- posted by Aaron Tieger @ 8:49 PM

 

Flotsam



Hawaii - To surfers its heaven, to visitors

its paradise, to chocolate its home 

of Hawaiian vintage chocolate. 



The warm Pacific trade winds

that create the legendary surf-

breaks at Pipeline

            and Sunset Beach, caress

our cocoa plants to voluptuous

             maturity.



             Hawaiian

Vintage Chocolate is full

of nature's secret

functional enhancers

             that help you challenge

life's 20-footers.

- posted by Aaron Tieger @ 10:04 AM

 
MR. ELIMINATOR Christopher Rizzo


Boot up plug in go dig indigo neon
pretty pretty icons O I
con you con we.

Tip click tap flash to lip to
sources translate
refreshed and now
Just Do It fakie, 5-0 shark.

We con you con I O icons.

Revert line
glide. Push it. Quicken

to snap to
air kick laser
flip and exact it manual O

varial-n-stoke
fate.

- posted by Aaron Tieger @ 7:16 PM

 

From JENNY HANIVER

Mark Lamoureux



I took my thin place beside Galaxian chortles,

taffy moebius, antique

disco balls                pink-lipped girls

frying creatures of the sea.



Tiny twigs,        portents

        In a green campfire.

Artery of money stalled along a scenic route.



A hundred sleek boys

on a beach ringed by hairy dunes,

simple shapes, blue on green on white

on dark boules in the tiny white sand,



        water cold as anything.

	

        A gaze askew:

        (Bought black trousers 

        from a drag queen)



O you gentle boys, throw

        your piles & piles of beads

        at the sun for me:

I miss my love, my eyes, my beautiful disaster.



An apple in my guts, phosphorous

        of rotten logs glimmers

        on the sea road,



        underhanded wooden orbs

at skeeball rungs

                            ninety tickets to this



	                    rubber ant

                            edible necklace

all the flat art in Ptown, heavy-ankled

beauties, cons, walleyed

cops at Old Orchard, Salisbury,

        empty blinking, beeping miniature cars & horses

                   orbit your axes

        O handjob in the funhouse,

        corndog shrimp chip gyro

	           aura

        flee from this Hanna-Barbera

ghost of empty beachblankets,



	           undead longing with smoke for hair,

	           bottlecaps for eyes Jenny Jenny

I want to give you all of this.

- posted by Aaron Tieger @ 6:20 PM