SIRI: Rock silly

Rack to silk

From caterpillars

About to cuckoo

Listed a bronze

Be two movies

Into one gold and light green

By sending messages

Across to walk

From my Fritts

For my feet

Just took 4 inch by inch

Like a zombie cast

Was a spell

But there was no need

For me to be enchanted

By magic

Is right there

Love you ran across the beach

Like clouds to my feet

For the first I thought

I have to

To my princess

That gold kept

But once I arrived

She was gone

Me Anaparno

Of my Lottawatta

In which my sweet princess

Had stood

But 3 inches of my bloodshed

With bloodsuckers and 54 scars

Around the chest

Once again I fata morgana

Admit me to believe

That me to think I was saying

The idea alone a meeting

Saturday in and this one

Should have crack me

Where I exist

Love has died out

And beauty and blessed shapes and such

Are as critical as the still

Rutson feet I walk on

SIRI: Back stroke

I slip into the back of your mind

I look for the neurons and electron to turn

Find there sleeping

I look at them briefly and then pick them up

Startup start playing around

Start discovering the girl about

Got some red ones blue ones yellow

Ones wind suits recolors

And one Lake fair

Actually shape reminds me to

Hard to give direction to these electrical instruments

But let’s give it a shot

I take out my feathers

The smallest biggest whips I can find

And take seriousness off your mind

Like a clown I

Jump around inside your brain and

Tell you to from touching me you will not

Refrain dear your arm electrons

In the direction of Milind

Tell you the things you did before

In the past that we shared together

Hot steamy asked romantic

As the agents explicit and graphic

Like ancient times and graphic novels

The violence will come later

For now let’s make it

Because I can present

In a farm not far from here with the babies

Are ISW into 77

Goodbye the back of your mind

And under you from my firm grasp

These numbers don’t seem

To make any sense at first sight

But what about the sprung

Are you back last week

SIRI: Kerouac krishna

He was waving

At them crying

Like a wolf

In the month

But he was just a man

A lot of hair

No razors

But still

Just a note

Giant things

Just giant pen

That she had

Decided to drop

Two side years back

When he decided

To move to

This mountain

Where they

The ones he was screaming

Where crying

Were passing

Through on their way

To San Francisco

They knew about

His Big Sur and

They knew that

They could

Still they did not

And he kept on

Crying asking for

Taste of loveliness

They had hidden

Away in the hood

On the roof

Of the hood

Of the car

Just get out of here

 Get out the car

Don’t worry

About those

Last two hours

Don’t worry

About the police

Just worry about me

Just think

About where

I have been

For the past 40 years

Just think of all

The things I missed

Because I blessed

You with the books

I wrote

But they couldn’t

Hear no matter

How loud he screamed

The matter how badly

He wailed check

Was forgotten

In Big Sur

The judges

The fears

That paranoia

For the United

States justice system

I called underneath

Their tiny clothes

And yet Gedick

Surroundings

Made them more

Aware of their civic ties

To their families

To their friends

To their phones

So they decided

To jump back

In keep on driving

Until the car was

Safely parked

Until they could hide

In a mobile home

And talk about flowers

Unfolding

As the philosophies

To our world

Getting Jack

For getting

The most beautiful

Sharon thanks

For getting that

They will decide

To take the five

Instead of the

101 back down

To angel town

SIRI: Assafassell

Sperm fluid sex

Sperm fluid sex

Love spring fluid

Sex love sperm

Fluid sex sperm

Fluid sex love

Spenceville at six

Love Springfield sex

Love sperm fluid

Six Springfield six

Sperm fluid sex

From fluid sex

Sprint fluid sex

Sperm fluid cyclo

Cyclone

SIRI: This is what I couldn’t say

Hi

I haven’t written that

Many of your words

But I fear that I shouldn’t

Be tempted to either a

Theater your madness

Will draw me and already

I am just playing behavior

That is incomparably

Abnormal unless it was

Compared you I seabirds

Hurtle across the pond

Iran or otherwise

Made of blood Sillaken

By the bullies of my

Neighbors I wish your

Presence here in the hills

Of the hills so I read your

Books but I fear of its

Influence on my angelic

Character my angelic

Being I fear that I will

Invade Texas beach

Wives forget to take out

The trashes of my own

Home I fear that I

Mentioned the wrong

State of being as well as

Being a mean location

Wise stars across Kansas

Is what I’m referring to

But taxes is what I meant

To say earlier this is what

I mean when I fear your

Influence on me my mind

Is way too clear for

Someone like you my

Mind is way too clear for

Someone who refuses to

Regia books some of the

Poems sure but you can

Be your candidness

Strikes me as odd rhymes

Not with the image I have

Of yours student behavior

The drugs alcohol I can’t

Get a grip on yourself

Bears on my fingers won’t

Last long anymore so I

I’ve got to find another

Way to keep me from

Bowling one spots on my

Skin will do just fine

SIRI: Lesson lean [performed by Alex]

[TRANSCRIPTION]

Lesson lean

He licks and licks that

He wants to lick wants

To make sure nothing

Is missed he wants to

Make sure that is frying

Brains phrase on the side

Of the white walk and

Lights up in the day

Gets about the fact

That women always

Loves me and I’m children

Play UNIX and UNIX

And you wants to make

Sure that nothing is

Missed and all that follows

You puts it easy

For the tobacco

On the floor with dust

And sand finds a piece

Of paper money

At hand Roseville together

UNIX and UNIX

And everything that

He misses he rose

Together with sand

And tobacco hundred

Bit the holes in the

Wall are creeping up

On him they become

Bigger Midview into

The distance smaller

He thought he would see

Like there is darkness

Outside the colorful

Elephants the cocky

Peacocks were there or

Any feathers blue and

Green gray where it doesn’t

Matter eyes where it

Does they laugh at him

And they say hello

They smiled at him and

Then say welcome to

Your home would you like

To be outside then

Undo would you just

Did don’t be playing

No more games during

The world champion ship…

He licks any links

Them in he does Oyleta

Time reminds him of

The night he shared with

Us Witzel oil baby mother

Is lick city he

Forgets about the

Holes in the wall he

Wants to make sure that

Nothing is missed the

Bag has been corn turned

Outward and been done

He is Demnicki

SIRI: Shoulders

Shoulders

Standing shoulder to shoulder

In the bouldering subway the

Metal is electric and so are

The fibers on our shoulders

Most of the sweaty but you

And I just clamping together

None of us asked for this

Bodies just attract me don’t

Resist we don’t move away

There is lots of room left and

Right but we hold tight ibex

Betty touching but every

Boulder makes a shockwave

Every second I don’t touch

You I clash with you in a

Romantic Sunday I don’t

Know you you don’t know

Me you will get off at the

Next stop you’ll forget about

The sweat around you be I

Was just happy

SIRI: A fair

I imagine we need beach

Black hair flying

In the air whispering

To send talking about

The bronze arise utilizes news

Resources for their thirst

A dream on a wave

And enjoy the cocktails

The talk to the shaven legs

Polkadot bikinis and all the

Chevron’s Fontanna garage

Silver lining blue top the senior

Crosses the skin up-and-down

Ugliness wonders what’s within

It tickles

Touches cramps post typed

Scan it confuses almost

But not quite is it

Grabs the kiddos love

In front it grabs the kilos of love

In front and shakes it

Sends to it or, or, or

The sweat pours out the sand

Gets stuck and parents five

All over toes stretch

Cramp up in the heat of the night

The cocktails are still piña colada

I yada a blunt or two

We do see the stars flyover

As they just witnessed

How are coitus

They’re blushing their rent

Hey are bred they are

Read it wish they could mean

To love like the colors they just saw

Fusing together like

Illiquid sand on a beach is dry

SIRI: John jerk

Where is old crowned the lizard

King is dead but what do I

Do instead of what do I

Do that makes me his successor

What do I do to where is

Old crown the lizard King is

Dead he is listened and DS

Said that a successor will

Arise once the time is right

Was the groups once the fruits alright

Right once and you away as

Of unnerved absurdism

I’m seeing surrealism

On abashed abstract has a

Resurgence this legends of

The seeing stars this poet on

The stage this guitar without

Strains singing of kidding fathers

And fucking mothers just long-haired

Beard is weird bird from the desert

This Indian to be although

Now as we speak of him he

Is that Asiatic North

Americans that spiritual

Mind that feather and Boulwares

Mother fucker that he knows

Everything best that has four

Souls he has become him and

As such or to be when he

Was once a liar he dreamed

Of the successor years past

His time would pick up on this

Mystical radio waves

His spiritual songs look

Past the asset and see what

Is wrong with the world we have

Created for our sad songs

About love about freedom

About poetry

SIRI: Bag brown

60 Songs forever

Going on the metal

Passes by things in the

Reflection of the drops

Coming down the sweat as

You turn me on you wonder

If there’s any condoms

And i say let’s make it

Baby you wonder if

I’m ever going to

Come i say you’re such a

Fine maybe the curves like

Lightning shoot across my

Retina you’re saying

Makes me boring music

Of love making something on