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volume 2 number 2
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bio


Theo Diamantis

    askew a.k.a. Charles Claymore: co-founder of Tortured Youth Studios (Milwaukee) and the legendary Disciples of Confusion (90-95), has been a AAA rock dj, concrete flatworker, and grizzled line cook. He's played in bands like Nancy and Osiris Pickup Truck, and with bands like F/i and Loblolly. The Osiris Pickup Truck CD may never be released. No one knows. He's also traveled Europe and the US writing music and poetry, singing and playing, often for actual audiences. American Fado, Claymore's latest musical project is currently recording songs for 'Bird Songs of the Pacific' at postboredom studios. His new book, Fall from Prescopia: An Incomplete Irrespective will be available in the fall from Sybaritic Press. A limited edition of 56 is available now at www.lulu.com/askew437.
    Claymore resides in Hollywood .

askew askew437@yahoo.com

   

 

Splendor

Only a mouthful of leather could satisfy me
tonight,

And in between heartbeats,

Gulp the rhinestones falling out her mouth.



And christ, i’m terminally wired,

something in me always moving,

swiss quartz movement thoughts

like hail wreaking beautiful stained scenes,

of heathen ritual reexplained-



Hurt me please I say with her vocal cords

(splice-in-dice razor in my teeth,

tape in my hands,

scattered the dust I drew

from naked sun metaphorsamerican

mesomesa)

Don’t hurt me she says with my mouth bleeding

{cannibalcarnalcarnivalcanabiscocktailcluttering

cardinalcanvas}



this is twisted



Right now, if I were to

Peer in one of those

Rose colored windows,

And pull myself inside,

[headphones distorting,

close to my eardrums],

‘reelin’’ she says,

‘even Aphrodite,

aint got nothin’ on me.’*

And should this however polite or cordial

prostitute resemble any human i’ve been

inside,

I would cry myself to orgasm,

[headphones distorting,

tangled in my hair].

copyright 1996 Askew