PROPANE @ 1412

Alex Ziperovich reading for Move @ Gallery 1412

Poetry Tends To Be About Love


Birds that can’t fly…

Tear at a man’s soul, 
Turkeys flapping breathlessly, endlessly
Until Satan’s exhalations crystallize into confetti 
And Hell freezes and Chanel requires their models to have late stage leprosy and
Facially visible infections contracted sexually during the commission of a felony whilst
Meth cooks return to being lauded as men and women of impeccable integrity,
Celebrated for their unending, boundless, inexhaustible
empathy!

Published

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In The Garden Of Good Looking Evil

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Me and Maximus Moonpenny performing “In The Garden Of Good Looking Evil”, her on the guitar/vocals and me (Alex) reading.

Alex Ziperovich Reading @ Da’daedal 1

Alex Ziperovich reading “My Poor, Poor Friend Jamie” at Da’daedal’s one year anniversary at The Josephine.

Alex Ziperovich Reading @ Da’daedal 2

Published on Mar 17, 2013

Alex Ziperovich reading “My Poor Friend Jamie” @ The Josephine for Da’daedal’s one year anniversary

i am not enough.

i am not enough.

Lov3

our candy!

our candy!

lift mountains up mountains
for you

drink rivers and create oceans by spitting on deserts
for you

initiate congress between heaven and earth
and find the sun and the moon in slumber,
wake them and announce their marriage
with stars and clouds carrying champagne around
for pluto jupiter mars and venus while saturns rings explode
in
to
sound
for you i would do this

tear the fabric of space and time, creating a new place,
destroy the old universe
for you

take jesus’ wine and make liquor and not drink it
for you

darling, i would do any and every thing for your
eternal happiness but first, can i, may i,
have a kiss?

God & Satan Discussing Evil

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Alexander Michael Ziperovich

“How about this,” god and the devil had already signed a treaty some time prior as god was simply too brutal and calculating an opponent, a master in the conduct of war; satan really had no choice but to accept his plush exile and his secondary status in hell (which he felt resembled Vegas in the summer in any case). They were broaching the question of the image and subsequent creation of man again, bickering like children over plastic toys. “How about for every sixty or seventy kilos of meat in every man you create in your image, you let me throw in an ounce or so of my pure, unadulterated evil?” He paused grinning. “I mean you can’t totally handicap me here and make me completely reliant on some unwieldy army of bureaucrat demons to possess people! The overhead alone on that kind of operation would bankrup-” God interrupts, stroking his cottony white beard, “You want me to let you be a part of the image of man?” The reverberations from his soft chuckles creates most of Asia and reality television. “Listen. I have already decided that my being the sole entity from which the image of man should be derived is already going to be an important part of the book I’m going to ghostwrite so that man is righteous and divine and my PR people all completely agree on this.”

Satan sat patiently listening and replied when the rumbling of god’s voice began to dissipate, “Yeah, I know you’re going to create the religion thing and have some book confusing, self-contradictory narrative written so you can see who truly has ‘faith’ and find out who the ‘true believers’ are, despite my thought that it would seem much simpler and far kinder to just show yourself indisputably every once in awhile to prove your existence for the sake of not only man’s sanity but his eternal salvation. Look, I think it’s confusing enough with the whole race joke-” God clears his voice to be heard and the minivan comes into being. “Yes, that should prove delightful entertainment insight into man.” The devil slowly continued, “God, you see, you have all the advantages! Throw me a bone here!” He timed this plea perfectly so that it was uttered at the very moment god was being draped in his brand new custom-tailored 20% cashmere 80% angel tongue robe and he was off guard. “Fine, satan, you can have the smallest bone in every man created to do with it what you will and it will be infinitesimal in size,” God lit up the heavens with a sly smile. “And I know you think big things come in small packages,” The devil sits in his rocking chair, one leg crossed over the other. A smug sophisticate. God continues. “But I said you could have that small part of man for yourself and my word is, well, it is the word of fucking god so the deal is done.” The devil sat dispassionately. “Now. Dear satan, do pass that mirror with that white stuff on it you plan on growing in South America with that rolled up dollar bill please.” 

Flier for event where I shall be speaking with other poets and writers!

Flier for event where I shall be speaking with other poets and writers!

Beautiful words shall be spoken…

Some Paintings!

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Where’d You Come From?

She's a pearl.

She’s a pearl.

by Alexander Z.

You act like we’re all not going to some cave to wither away,

Sure, I’ll keep pretending to pray but lord almighty what seemed so far away now seems so far from delay and it’s not a relay like hi hats in drums, whatever, it must be

heart beat percussion, with or without me all up in your discussion?

You thought you could just take me there

make things fair

make me feel

like I was

more

than

air

Fine, light up my life’s files, bring out my history, blistery, often wounded but you read my writing and you said you liked it so I presumed this: you’re the bliss of a nice kiss,

Not hard, but this thing you are, that I might be, we both know how I love stars,

Giving me worlds, brilliantine escaping the darkness a million times!

Pearl’s are fine, from the deep blue ocean – you keep this going I’ll

Just fuck off everything and we might go somewhere that

Requires sun tan lotion, a pen and some paper to write

more poems for each other, friends and lovers plus…

We love each other? Don’t make me stutter,

I said it before on the first manuscript and

I’ll be damned if this is not my random

Gifted trip, see the heavens and I’m all

Broken but you look handy,

Yeah, I’m good with

Weapons but you

Look like you’re

Good at fixing

Things like

Broken

Bones

That

Need

Settting and Mending

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