Sandwiches, chips and cold Gatorade.

Siamese, portuguese, dirty knees-look at these, rookies around us, aren't you glad you found us? Now if you are who you say you are, get up here to the bar. We'll plot out a plan to take down the man. We'll start with that new future superstore and steal all their decorative rocks, and fight all their rent-a-cops. And for the freeway maintainers who assist our escape, we've got sandwiches, chips and cold Gatorade. We'll expose all the bicyclists who really are DUI students who can't drive their cars. And we'll take stucco dust and wet drywall sludge, combine it just right to make Fuck the Valley Fudge. Applebee's, Chuck E. Cheese, dirty deeds-don't you see? Fuck the Valley Fudge, it's my hate and my love. Nepalese, antifreeze, calories-can't you see? Fuck the Valley Fudge, it's my hate and my love. Fuck the Valley Fudge, it's my hate and my love. Fuck the Valley Fudge, my hate and my love, Fuck the Valley Fudge, Fuck the valley .... Fudge

temps de balcon 1687 (in haiku series)

clothes dry quietly

outside is melting fast

ides of march approach

it has been 5 years

william adapting to

his environment

spring is coming soon

the doors will all be open

and air will come fresh

friends (in haiku series)

me will always be

your good place at now right time

cool rest shine my life

worry little not

what our future has in store

we'll all see secrets

hold onto this hand

knowing you have me until

the end of time friend

i can give to us

some life and take the bullet

through my soft hard chest

friends until an end

no matter where we may sit

we forever love

More Noisy Ghosts

Louder

Superstars (in haiku series)

stand up taller now

than you really kinda are

you're a superstar

Brohem.

I sought my soul,

but my soul I could not see.

I sought my God,

but my God eluded me.

I sought my brother

and found all three.

don't wanna hear about it (sharing amazing)

rhythmic misbehavers jumping on soft beds

no structure (sonnet 14)

creating new unending spoiler view
see subtitles in other formats now
read between the line versions unhappy
unending understates understanding
rhythmic misbehavers jump on soft beds
bongos with broomsticks breaking out skincells
tapping into some head pulling out talks
advancing beats destroy free buzz towers
breathing leads to other things can begin
enjoying some "for real" flow of pure air
concentrate next being cold air inside
steel lungs fill up soon (try) hold it all in
exhaler pause bather of their applause
submerged in cool worlds talking with free gods

look up here

know me know me no ( in haiku series ) performance enhancing mind inhibitors...

no fight to be had

no gift to be at all had

no cakes and no brains
no misunderstand

no walking on eggshell sand

no serve underhand

no importance no

performance enhancers no

mind inhibitors

no more important

knowing myself and i

know me know me no
not knowing sometimes

know nothing underlining

everything i know

be bilingual

afterthinking nothing knew

newsworthy tattoo...

i understand blue

Hang Onto Your Ego as FRANK BLACK (from his solo album)

Hang Onto Your Ego The Beach Fucking boys

Shut ...Up and LISTEN

I have never heard this until NOW this NIGHT

Cameron Frye? This one's not for you...

Zzzz (in haiku series) and goodnight...

Zz Z Zz

Zzzzz Zz

zZ Z zZ

..

.

Sleep

sometimes i sit up late with my thoughts,
reluctant to fall asleep and leave my thoughts alone by themselves





Robert Brault


http://www.robertbrault.com/



http://www.sleepsoftly.tumblr.com/

Where Monsters Rest (Sonnet 13)

Being on the edge of the depression

balancing neatly on the stratosphere.

Belligerent against brutality

begging some kind of expressionism.

Behemoth monsters riding on cave stones.

Big stalagtites, big stalagmites, reknown.

Bring our mouth of their cave its drinking well.

Bastard beasts bury their heads in the sand

betraying drinkers bestial bodies

bloated on rivers of unfortunates

bleeding down bloody bad estuaries

brooding with branches of trees for their fire.

Believe my words, what I said, what I meant.

Beds of monsters are beds of malcontent.

at the sound of a bell now

AzuRe

clear as an azure day of blue-est summer
no wonder
obvious things give way to ideas melting
typical neat folded clean
make it all the way in
first we all
ever to fail and feel
fall off of the earth
freezing
caught in orbit
you take hold of the rings
and sad help me
impressed and dressed
appropriately
i'm there
soon
smell
fuel
first
straight
love
true

random shades

this time

Na Na Na

you breathe

in this life

you're right

on time

don't give in

or give out

or give up

do the best

that you can

with what you got

love your time

what your worth

don't give up

you breathe

My Antfarm (words from an assassin/alter ego/evil genius... years ago)

I had a fight with gravity today. I lost but I put up a good fight. Gravity is not as tough as you think. I fancy garlic mashed potatoes with a hint of real lemon and cracked pepper and lots of butter...hidden away inside the pile of masshhh. Gravity and pepper and mashed potatoes? That calls for a mess now doesn't it!? I want to jerk off inside the MIR space station. Is that so much to ask!? Before you count my teeth, please give me back my razors...bugger. Have I sinned too many times? How long does it take this revengance? Butter me up like those taters, because I need to feel like I taste good. I asked this guy for a favour once, to watch over my antfarm while I was on a heist/recovery/job, J-O-B. I came home and there he was, covering them with chocolate. The ants were having fun until they were bitten in halves and then quarters, only to become a chocolatey mess of antgoo and hershey fondue, soooo I shot him. Double tap to the chest and once more right in the head. Stupid freaky, eating my antfarm. nice one genius!

Anyone know where i can find some good carpeting?

Budd.

Dictated but not read...

with (in haiku series)

with wonderful wish

once unified in theory

incredible dish

transmit natural

happiness understanding

as quick as i can

eat the wonderful

we are licking all our plates

tasting what is life

with my heart i feel

and with my tongue i can taste

what there is to make

test song (one after the other) barbara ann....party time with the beach boys.

please dance

Guitarman (Sonnet 12)

Tune yourself into all that is around

your world to your small smiling desire

no matter so whatever it may be
it will matter whatever it may be.

Write yourself onto leaves upon the ground

buried in the snow covering the grass

hidden in the dirt frozen from the sun

in the moonlight. (whatever it may be)

Play yourself slowly and faster with sound

echoing your small smiling desire

off of walls inside your head through your mouth.

Matter vibrates while your voice compliments.

Whatsoever it may be, it's matter.

So whatever be it may, it matters.

take a moment (in haiku series)

only you can do

what you want to be doing

now in this moment

i don't say we all

should all be misbehaving

just look like you could

if you continue

to be happy each moment

moments never change

serial experiments WIL 002 (clicking to enlarging)

i wait for the 13th of April

cells (in haiku series)

the legacy calls

on all your cellular walls

feeling for hot spots

combining all thought

reproducing thralls of cells

DNA bookshelf

clear your mind and chant

your nam myoho renge kyo

happiness machine

feel free just be good

everything is understood

give it what you would

reproducing it

like cells in the atmosphere

connecting so clear

no more tarnished mirror