Nursery Milk

The frost with no nipples on Halloween night
diamond back monkeys
old winds and hammers and men without sight
lip smacking chunkies
Paper and candles and cradle rock songs
stone shooting junkies
paper and flame shots and rubber band thongs
tit mouse flunkies
Sad cinderella in a walk about home
yell out honkeys
go to the news stand and wip out your bone
like a donkey

Country Doctor Blues

Dr. Rudolph left in plain clothes under camera light
he threw punches at the homeless in a staged fight
he touched lemons to his forehead for the stage-fright
he told his mistress he couldn't stay with her all night
he had a letter in his head that he had to write
but the goblins on the archways said he had no right
to throw colors at distance runners as they flew a kite
so he shed off all his skin to show the muscle might
he went from rosy pink to tv noise and static white
he went from normal shoes to stilt walking giant height
he licked his pen and scratched his eyes to save his sight
he took off the lamb-skin jacket that had grown too tight
and removed the shark-skin gloves so they could not bite

He was lonely and he had nowhere to go.

DJ POp n/ Rocks w/ shy willy and waiter mellon

Public house meeting for the public house fair

shave all ye whiskers and pluck out yer hair

if you never been nowhere then you never been there

what i got may never ever be shared

Public house meeting and pray for your sins

when one man has nothing another begins

hold not yer hand for the life of ye kin

if you never want nothing there's nothing to win

Public house meeting of young kings amoung men

some fat some hairy, assholes and zen

ground coffee in brickstones you'll pack'em in

drink till you're happy and start drinkin' again

Number Line Paranoid

Dolphin squeals make better babies
tune the red button to off
suit and tie high-tide and ride suicide bomb brigades to babylon edge
eat hellenistic paganism and chart vomit on number lines
Tuna net hair tonic blubber melon cucumber high tide
hide north side coutry fair
babies are dolphins?

Peace (Something) Blues

In the beginning was the race and the race was with god and the race was god. Dark shadows and the venom life uncertain. Why did Babel fall - divine jelousy or an unsturdy foundation. Race high and win or die trying. Then they tell you you've got a drinking problem and won't let you fire the gun anymore. The race is at a stand still. You must take time then to contemplate the fall of Babel and all other manner of things that seemed insignificant before. Join back up again - raise more arms only to find defeat again. Eventually even the Templars were burned for heresy. Give up. But we were never fully taught what that means. Time will always lead to that great season before the end. The time of the snake and beauty of belial, of sideways cars and applications, letters e-mails wind calls that never amount anything but wasted energy forming itself into matter chains that like Jacob we will be forever punished to wear. Speck of energy - begotten of titans to waste away. The winter trees are forming 'tis that season of doom. Keep pace for the race is still upon us those who do not run are forced to watch.

Shock On the Water

City of what? Who said that? Was it that stranger in the black velvet hat humping the dumplings and moaning into the Foi-Gras pudding? Was it antony? You are not to see that egyptian woman any more, do you understand me? What? Who said that? Was it that leather skinned mermaid or the demon looking girl in the corner? Who knew salt water was so bad for the skin? Is the roast on the spit with the fig honey and winter melon dressing? Who said that? What?

Old Memory Blues

Perkiomen washed out like the linen case when the bleach went missing and the rebel papers bled like fleas. I-Jackal, the new blue-highway boggie-man, in steel-tipped boots flogged the wrangler for $.35 and fillled the well. Perkiomen vomits logs - bends the prison gates. Old Henry-Old Hitchcock, keeper of the canyon trade and river rafter, bet the farm on his beloved blue scorpion and bit the dust when the tourists came. Roll creek and assign the armies to their posts. Malynda, in lace high-heels and rapid lake moans, plays strumpet in the moon and glitters herself for she is still a child. Creek - nothing and going still. Build bike paths and the people will refrain from spitting on you.

Reciting Malynda

The desert was hard and flat. The monks in hebrew spoke the sand. From one corner would come the changing of the world fleeing temptation - a suit of burlap and goat hair.


"Bob"
"Yeah"
"What the fuck was that?"
"I don't know but it seems pretty stupid"

Pot-Hole Sonnet

"WHAT SHALL BE" the preacher to the skeptic exclaimed. "Let there be no more" He said in vain. There are maps written- the gold will be explained. forget! be your angst & pain. Those who seek the wants of others will forever want the same.

This is the free-handle version of the bendockter logo, my band. This version of the logo is not to be taken seriously, although, it is to be taken artistically.

The Brother and I...

So, it seems that I find myself here, writing, to the uncaptive audience, not really caring what all this means to you. I find this blog to be quite special, in it's size, and I, not too important, but still gleaming forth a wall - This is not who I am, this is simply an example of the me I could become, the me who you may see, the me who you may be. SomeDay.

The brother

Green Coffee Blues

Cold weather woman
with the mountains by her side
oh (OH) cold weather woman
with tho(se) mountains by her side
got her faith covered figures and her preacher has just died! Oh Lord

Ice Sex Lady
with no compass or code
(Oh)Ice Sex Lady
Ain't got compass or code
The highland is dark and you are all alone

It's All Over Now

Stretch baby. And reach for the sky!

The Seed and The Company

Madman W. take the wig from off your face and enjoy with me a pint of home-brew. My roof is leaking badly and my toes are curled with cold. It would be a high and mighty christian thing to let me buy a round tonight. Those children of the pastor seem like demons come to steal the eternal soul. The cobbles click with the tune of an unknown cane. That fog is thick here tonight my boy, the sea crashes along the outcrops and rocks come unstuck. Lay not idle in the dens dark and lit only with sashes crimson over bare lamps. Come share the shelter and free the mind with drink. This night is long and no certainty of light to come.

Volcano Blues

Mrs. Turner flicked the sand and hid her head and set the Creole blue to red.

Just for the sake of dirt and day Mr. Turner took the candle to his courtyard to trim the hedges in the shapes of the apostles.

Mrs. Turner fell in love with an ant.
Mr. Turner never came back.

Yesterday Afternoon

She walked in with a black book peguin stickers on the spine.
She was 68 and I was 35.
"I feel like tony buddenbrook."
"You're much too old for that" I said. She had fake teeth badly stained and a bald spot on her head. The room was cubed and dark like a cell the color of her book.
"What book are you reading?"
She stared down at her naked breasts jelly-fish miscolored and blue veins. She seem surprised and worried. "I don't know where I am."
"I'll tell when the man comes in to walk his wheel-barrow again. " I smoked a filtered cigar and dumped the carbon ash into a pipe to offer to the maid. Her back was turned to me this time and her skirt was worn and frayed. She was fat around the middle but the sides were skeleton thin.
"I think I knew this place one time." Then she knelt on the dirt.
"What book are you reading?"
"I don't know how to read."

The Dead Shall Be Sued

Overcast & thin clouds with thin bright sun coming through. Sunglass weather. Light-tunnel like.
Serving documents to a dead guy. Pretty taken a-back.

Maybe Momma Mandolin Matadors

Bandit warts & thumbnail shirts dreams like sacks of rice
general duked & depressed diapered & worn out
blue green screen dream scheme stream glean and go down town
street corner coffin herders measure up the velvet take out the dogs
it's what you do fire poking pirate stauesque & brick layed
track barbers in the scissor freak speak
tune your scar trumpets cowboy traffic season
horse people ride each other until bearclaws fall in gopher-holes
eyelash queen coffee bar suit metal detector summer camp

French Fries

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"Jester-Hound in some muppet disguise"
"Your napkins are just too plain. Your woman is spread to thin."

Frog Hunt

The little bastard hopped in the Georgia font. Thrown over the fence for the crows - amphibian eyes over the clouds of the great smoke-stack.