Friday, November 28, 2008

Vic Thrill at Starr Space


IMG_0954, originally uploaded by aphotogroove.com.

Nice pic by super hand-model Ashly Covington with video backdrop by Bam I Am at the Miami Ice Machine record release party - Starr Space (Bushwick, Brooklyn), 11/16/08.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Mt. Bliss

This is the chance I've been waiting for,
I am the guy I've been looking for,
blessed with the gifts that I've been praying for,
ready to prosper in the love on war,
falling asleep after fighting it,
made not a peep after writing it,
pitching my tent on the highest peak,
so by the time you're upon me you'll be too weak,
to pilfer my valuables,
heart and head among them,
instead I stop my heart,
and unscrew my head,
keep turning the other cheek,
counter-clockwise-intuitive-in-spite,
power my rig off of Ben Franklin's kite and key,
with my pungi, I charm cobra strikes of lightning into biting me precisely,
copper fang extension chords of lightning lords,
hiss bliss into my contemplative abyss.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Porterhouse Thrills

Been aging myself like beef,
standing idle until I'm ripe for extraterrestrial abduction,
broadcasting on a frequency of low self-esteem,
a welcome guest to a sissy race of clammy-skinned, space dweebs,
deep inside I hide the truth,
in the White House of my soul,
in the locket of my heart,
there lies a whole new start,
a mustard seed of unborn art,
kicking like an atomic fetus inside my heart!

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Transformation Sans Gratification

Comfort has brought horror to the suicide shaman,
has the stallion spunk of VIC THRILL been forever slumberized?
Hara Kiri with a spring-loaded rubber knife, NO!
Every so often a sleep walking soldier wakes up after having put on 30 lbs with a feedbag on his or her face in the conformity ward,
smoldering faith in the Super Being that is a whisper-like fuse into a head full of dynamite!!!
I am too weak and blind to roar and have any effect,
be still,
slowly fill a blimp with the air from your lungs,
a visual aide for your reverse contemplation,
pumping consciousness,
like hydrogen into a vacated will,
a whisper of hope into his ear,
like dope disarms his fear,
toothpick jostled in teeth a chatter,
ignite tongues of fire in the soft shelled sleep walking soldier delivering a hydrogen bomb!