we grow backwards, huh? by Robyn Field & J. D. Nelson

hello, focaccia. nice to meat chew.

 

ambleside, winter & whey, thrice. vapid p.

 

because the herring fishers skimmed the bay and my sea lions no longer barked,  more.

 

alba, crüe nitro? w. as polished, m. (candy flash egg city in the balance - future in the mirror.)

 

egdar allan winter. crows chicken soup works as well.

 

fleck spocky, chew neighbor & hives (market st.) the balance of zippo rooster, cuddle a born ankle w caps & the downtowny e.

 

market st beyond brannen et al. praise be willie mays and the cove of mac. i caught the bonds homer.

 

a plate of grown, hubble speaks to crab nebula and space odor w matching curtains from a kit, bonus ground round a tusken raider and flea market bingo cape. how icelandic!

 

i

will

take the crocus bulbs, sir

i love smelling like pete rose

 

a rose is a rose is a rock of ages still rollin, causing late nite confusion with similar gas can or the 8-plate wing monkey for whom the bell shoals. crimson heck, a little weaver.

 

faulk chewie

i am so hungry for moors

 

columbo mayhew

iberian nachos, spock mask (let's face it)

taa-aaa-aaa lingo, west beastern

 

it beats ice(bergs), sometimes i wonder, what would i look like if i didn't have a beard.

 

iceberg slim, a former tusken raider, was lifting whey and managed to detail the pocket of keel eye - drifting desk and page plantings, a common noxema or russian helmets, zines.

 

oakland smokin flux rusk and they will be the super(bowl) (cham)pions of the whoa (ld)

 

hurkle seep la mancha, olive brine yes or know what toot, ham vs. civic w pliers morgan the jones and jeff is still sick.

 

and jeff, yes, i am jeff. i know. i am sick.

The Three Lungs of Dr. Tyme PROOFREAD by Robert Montilla

...

Dalikrab 2011 Ticket by Robert Montilla

I got mine already.

Christy Leigh Stewart: What I made for Dalikrab Day

Untitled by Robyn Field & J. D. Nelson

i think i'm home. how yellow and yeti, sleek, skritch. chris, i think there's a piece of plastic pie sitting on your lap. lappie apple, a gourmet bigmac, ronnie mcdonnie's bloody smile, trout hashing. bowtie brine dutchoven muskrat krabbies tricked down your chin the other soft pillow frog shot. voom scantily upshake my ninth, oh, golden wormhole. (jd necktie is hanging on the see sure as hell he walked on tat turd.) boulder sprouts and krab granola with brains and an old issue of aquaman, satellite cow with krab pajamas. mighty fine spice of you, galib glumb. u finished your bathwater, finely done : sans armpit freshener. cork skim, low. a violet spock, clean engine available noun for the price of a cup of coffee! not a western burroughs. sausalito william, tell me why. is it hard? they shaved and saved his brain. i should know – i'm the rice cake sponge of surgery and clock one thin wafer, a gem with yellow and heft. apples on heads are nervewrapping seances. channeling ethel merman works hella when trying those dentures on your horse feet. cough krab choke a dollar gunny the orange mouthwash of canine salvo, M*A*S*H re-runs and wintergreen flu shot, lab rats, orchid hat – now, that's a mouth! crabmites soothing the soft wet cowlick on the top of your smokey made sally come

Hor-gribble Elbone C[r]AB by Justynn Tyme

Hor-gribble Elbone Donnie C[r]AB
front is backwards
back is sideways
a round and round
butt picher
trouser snicher
hello!
your a birdy domb

Fill In The Blank by Justynn Tyme

icebergs cream sometimes howl by Robyn Field & J. D. Nelson

howls again, a ginsb. beardy krab. nile krab, hesher krab, lung mung
bean and mirth and pink sand, crumbled krab kookies w the ink of a
thousand blackberries.

oh miss krabtree, my zulu world speaks in 38 uniforms.

klingon krab, wheaty krab in wheeling, west virginny? a tent made of
leather clouds, what, a machine for grease? engine non.

mr mustard with the candlekrab in the lie berry loves snowkrab cheeks
braised in the land of dixie. but you knew that already.

perfesser plumber with the alice cooper action figure in the hologram
museum. minus mittens, a noon moon! dalikrab dixie cups and cakes.

This is not an endorsement; this is your brain metallica-lars bar.

go with caution. jee-zeus made me primrose to get my tet-nut shot
after i stepped on his nail – yep, the one that fell off the xros.

(spidermilk nantucket gobstopper pirates chanting, "hulk!") dadum is
the singular. evenly alert & microphonic owl chimes.

dad, da, dada, help me with that drinking fountain. wilma? that bee
just stung me! close to earth after you, we don't live in a barn, man.

moist towelette! buffalo perch, selah. fred's pebbles, BAH KNEE!

zulu, alors! chimichurri pantalons spoit my ap pie teeth.

u don't want no juneau krab? chirty chinnit chake?

not on your wife! we gots to chake chat churty. it is an endorsement,
fdr and churchwillmillhill and all the private kills spoke it to my
right ear in my sleep, uh huh. yessiree. bake it bake it bake it.

wakey bake w a krabkake shake!

wok wobster. down, down, down.

dalikrab sex (yes i said it) by Justynn Tyme

from Dave "Gorgonzolla" Collins

origami crab made from a dollar bill

DKH93 by Greg Fiorini

DKH92 by Greg Fiorini

The Tree of Dalikrab by Robert Montilla

Learn the way of in lie ten mints through the Dalikrab.

Project 469 by blake burkhead (age 10)

Read all of the following and react to it as naturally as you are capable.  Having noted your inital reaction answer the questions which follow the following.
 
Francis and Sam are in love.  Their love is however misunderstood by the soceity in which they subsist.  They contine to love each other in spite of this fact.  Relevant information:  Francis is white and Sam is black.  Francis and Sam are both homosexuals.  They are also both women.  Francis is twelve.  Sam is fourty two.  They live together.  Their love is entirely non-sexual in nature.  Sam is Francis' adoptive mother.

Question 1: What do you feel?

Question 2: Are Francis and Sam deviants?  Why?

Question 3: Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Question 4: Why do you feel?

Also Question 4: Are you aroused?

Question 16: Has anyone seen my pajamas?

Question 1.5: What do you feel?  Explain.

Question 0: What is the question?

krabku by J. D. Nelson

may I help you, sir?
no, I'm just taking pictures
for Dalikrab Day

The Three Lungs of Dr. Tyme by J. D. Nelson (solo)

The Three Lungs of Dr. Tyme

by J. D. Nelson

one

 

nav. purple > OHm eye (after sal. ad.) upper, up here, oar, oat, ort. OK! dadada munny, pell grant shunt, shouldn't. helen hendreex myopic, teal corduroy O.P. shorts > da. da•da. da•da•da. da•da•da•da... history lessons. whole foods death metal pockets.

 

 

two

 

salt whiffle seas hide heights uh-huh, a horseshoe krab with antlers and a vial of acid in his claw spoke to the sand and started an egg riot, naturally. stereo lungs and an american flag made of bacon: leftover garden tusks, saturn's 60+ moons, unblink the dada shrine.

 

 

three

 

glass owl, plastic krab & kansas klee & gorth water, scene rust mister risk and wrist, rasp, racks and stacks of painting of my face (catsup on paper plates) w kolorado krab nikes, picked peach. whunk a robotic voice whence, whose tusks? japan's ace (trappist)

 

Untitled Mess by Justynn Tyme

"gas pump!" - .................. and so it came to pass, as it passed it freep.
"stir" - ............................... freeping the longest and more define sting.
"more ore doily cribs." ...... When the stink floated away there was 
"yeck, steer" - ................... nothing left but the zimbalta and bacon.
"core of dirty bags." .......... The rice cubes melting as they swirled
"banks. - ........................... around. Off in the garden two slugs shared
"oven terse shirt." ............ a passionate moment. Like their forebarons
"pip pip" ............................ from far away planets they shared a neutron
"zoot!" ..............................  fizz and chuckled. For they had been s
"..." - .................................. mashing atoms since the giant dalikrab
".." - .................................... meander over the land with trial between "." - .................................... its eggs.

Inspired by J.D. N.E.L.S/oN  and Janet Fields who is related unly by Robyn Field(ing)

Un-Tilted Poem by Justynn Tyme

Daylilly **clack-clack** hard-shelled **clack-clack** toreador (DUH)
             
Trans: blar-zulo semp timbo bik bik narf olont um clank clank

All-seeing eye stalks **clack-clack** winsome undersea **clack-clack** adversary (ACK)
             
Trans: shept zulo unk klunkle kunga heek hink shuckle kly dek dek

Limber-legged **clack-clack** land clambering **clack-clack** luminosity (LA)
              
Trans: zeptafurlunckle farnsworth

Itinerant imbecilio **clack-clack** imperious **clack-clack** pomposoity (ICK)
              
Trans: saturday is the best day for falling off chairs.

Klangorous krustacean **klack-klack** kurious **klack-klack** karnivore (KACK)
              
Trans: ulcent arm dangle dangle hello!

Rapacious artisto **clack-clack** ravenous revolutionary **clack-clack** (RAH)
              
Trans: minty snow pea cocktail

Armored anti-hero **clack-clack** audacious amourio **clack-clack** (ACK)
              
Trans: unlimb hero frizz frizz quiet armadillo frizz frizz pee-people.

Barnacled **clack-clack** bravadadoro **clack-clack** maniacal mustachioed mutant! (BAH)
              
Trans: don't come around here anymore, you damn dirty dalikrab!

by Justynn Tyme After JM Reinbold

Golly dada-gribble HayDay by Justynn Tyme

Grabb'd hay? No, Grabb'd a bidet. Grass in a buffet, / what no go up that goal pole eek! Dada Lee's cab, you say? Stall leak drab bay? / oh yay dim dolly crap freak ole'  No, no! Tall ego rabid day! Donny grabb'd Fay? / yes, yes, yes, yes lindt language only Getting clothes! Gouda legal scabb'd this way? No, / hey diego; rapido tits dooly keg way. no, this whey, that whey! Dawn, he cracked Buddy / go three street back the otters whee  Ray? Abracadabra, you say? No, no, no! then again knotting whiz sat on sticks and stones. .......xXx ...... figure WAT! out.

by justynn tyme after roboto montillo after robert montilla

Driving the Dalikrab, a Psychoanalysis by Robert Montilla

Driving The Dalikrab, a Psychoanalysis

The table has always shown stability. The character commits an act of revenge by cutting love ties (the lips and hips) with this stability for a possible reason of stability (the table) cheating on the character with another. The lips and hips are "submerged" in a vat of cat spit because cats show loyalty (dependant on where the food is). Clearly, the character has stopped "feeding" (paying attention) to his stability that it ran off to be stable with somebody else. Boiling represents further rage, along with dropping out of a ten story building. The vermilion decrees bit represents indoctrinated values that "forest clowns" (funny, immature ideas) take and treat lightly by exposing them to the public (the television).

Values are treated as mere objects "velour, decor, and accidental myth lore". This degradation angers the character further, along with an individual bringing up the subject (the hot lights that spawn drama). This conflict spills over larger than expected (to the size of large cities), while the "goat peas" is classically representing empowerment. This empowerment is so great that the character has a new outlook on life. Time and space splits open because the character experiences every detail of life in a magnificent way. The red wine further exemplifies this altered state which "seals the breech and pooling into flat, corduroy breeches" (fills in that which was lacking). Rebirth is shown as the fly that opens up and scuttles out the dalikrab. Stability is reestablished and it is as eloquent as can be--the "plinkness" of the "new born bidet".

JdotDdot-extraS by Justynn Tyme

Dolly Grabb'd Hay by Robert Montilla

Dolly Grabb'd Hay

Grabb'd hay? No, Grabb'd a bidet. Grass in a buffet,

eek! Dada Lee's cab, you say? Stall leak drab bay?

No, no! Tall ego rabid day! Donny grabb'd Fay?

Getting clothes! Gouda legal scabb'd this way? No,

no, this whey, that whey! Dawn, he cracked Buddy

Ray? Abracadabra, you say? No, no, no!

Dalikrab Day! Hooray! Hooray!

juxtabe sure you love me by Robyn Field / J.D. Nelson

her bee tanned heart was softer than moses, whose vitamin tablets were chewable. his. apparently sucked her thru like the river he chewed her life away thru that straw. o ya, it sucked. thoroughly. amber emerald, a pocket wah, a pocket wah, a pocket watch. ticking that doc was under the influenza vagina. he thought you had tourette's. sucrets, alarm clack und clock. vegetable english, street exam. that smoked white fish on my lover's lips had the faintly calming sore remedy my ass needed. indigo ufo below. radio aztec static. square coins. visions of cootie. my heart races. i am so afraid to even pretend i don't see that . those those. what, u huh. valentine blog. she is my dolly face crab. linked in, facing books. and. as alway. i put the tv dinners in the ufo and spatz the splnggz for our splitz. however, i am forever grateful for paris hilton, and her little dog, too. i wear my hair in neat as i make ur ham on a hog toast brake fast. shining eye land, a miracle of breakdance toast. u like this crab suit? thirty-nine bucks at the thirty-nine dollar store. ropes of: licorice, holiday lights, white limes. a startled jonathan livingston seagull w/ dallas cap. bach pukes at this thought of 38. he settles never. i say we book a room w rockie and make a sammy w her. ok. ok. never even question or answer, ya know why? i will eat you alive. that was why he had hid behind that bush for 20 years, moses was all hidey. walrus charts, expected catalog but dust with graham crusher, olive oil anointed dome with cowboy sideburns. this little egg is the universe. we are tiny blue crabs, smaller than the sparkles hovering above the surface. life downtown or a group of miceless manx cats, real smooth jazz juice. joe joe knew me, tho, that lil skimmed milk kneed guppy cried, again to whomever listened. this time. she said she was great and she, with the help of paul, grew into a bigger fish, now she is eating you up. with a side of mimosa and tartar sauce. sausage lynx? gel is afro the van, minnow of time in painting episode but earth gets a hovering mothership again. knock on the back door of my third eye and here is a shrimp with the biscuits and knightly news: never judge their ability to caressing me. nothing in his words will change my world. i strive to be the best fly fisher across the universe. i want to be on tv. i want to be in your freezer. i want you to sing my song. i want you to think about my fish that i caught in reverie for your song. spocky skull, soda bee. the camping hat (felt, flannel, moss) ireland spokes and cold fire, really. freezing teeth. jungle was a clue and the dice as an example – i prefer the translucent green ones. dali kraps dave. snow machine with fork as pillow and ears of detergent? i love paul. l love john. george wins because. u knew i was a giver in my faint desire to smell the air of my freedom. you saw it before and i continued to sail when you knew i was on that sea of socks and a path only known to us. cranberry saucers. eye am the wall, russ. a skinny ankh? asps asap! cloned alive this time. tuna can and palmolive loaf, suddenly salad and/or salt. however. but we all shine on. like red ball!

m DALI bs by Robyn Field / J.D. Nelson

after all the Earths?

fall up to the river. sky why?

famines tone. AREA CODEX.

tampoon lollipops make them shine.

Jeff is sick. I saw a magnetic picture in a brook.

my bones normally smell like fish but instead i sprinkled lemon and made gremolata calcium dust.

recently: I've been eggwich. salve a door.

(walking to the beat of your old fruit jars in our overcoat) E. Tan Key is making lunch with Salve A. Door.

Roald Dahl E. Maddest hen.

the children ran from my foot drenched sunshine under the mistoe where the beanstack meets the sidewalk where the moon says, "goodnight."

*stalk*

*stack*

artoo unit.

stack is a basket bawl great that was hiding behind the bush. i saw his third eye when he skinned his knee.

Ella faint. Echo Park. park park park --- park.

peter pank diner. silver fish lake echoes the madonna of your reveries. hey! that one, toes!

Our Lady. vowel chasm. C.

speakins zee visdom?

wu tangs olde yakky. Sp.

"laptops lower a man's sperm count," she shouted through the cacophony of the monastery.

her third eye continued to bleed, however.

teletype paper view. I scubbled re: SIXERS

next time . . . bleeders can't choose, they fart sunshine thru the intestines of time.
and carl will attest to that.

Eric Carr will. Carvel's. junior jazz. nothin wrong with an Idaho muffin, took all week and the Sheriff ain't bluffin, AH-ooo. Ah-ooo.

Carl Say Again?

he dusted that roll and went out to that okay coral and shot that sand tadder right between the raddlesnake eyes he fancied for himself, on that magical cufflink.

owl of era. command x. arapahoe. ankh.

behind naropa there lies her eyes. full of laughter and that wet owl cried. why?

see salt. ORION ORE-IDA. scalp betweens. arrow to the sun.

jackfruit saved my life ya know. i promised i would before he ate crow. never in my life i heard that sound. it was bliss in a basket.

thank puzzles. CROW viking, zine scooby. a randolph p. chickenwing earth tone togg, togg, togg.

tick doc. i need more painkillers!

Krabby Daydali Poemy by JM Reinbold

Krabby Daydali Poemy

Daylily orange **clack-clack** hard-shelled **clack-clack** toreador (DUH)

All-seeing eye stalks **clack-clack** winsome undersea **clack-clack** adversary (ACK)

Limber-legged **clack-clack** land clambering **clack-clack** luminosity (LA)

Itinerant imbecilio **clack-clack** imperious **clack-clack** pomposoity (ICK)

Klangorous krustacean **klack-klack** kurious **klack-klack** karnivore (KACK)

Rapacious artisto **clack-clack** ravenous revolutionary **clack-clack** (RAH)

Armored anti-hero **clack-clack** audacious amourio **clack-clack** (ACK)

Barnacled **clack-clack** bravadadoro **clack-clack** maniacal mustachioed mutant! (BAH)

by JM Reinbold

From LONDON DADA (MSM)

Driviting The Dalikrab by Justynn Tyme

If you take one table, saw off all the lips and hips and submerge it in a vat of cat spit. Boil to ten trillion degrees and drop out of a ten story building. One history for every vermillion decrees. Then hire a bunch of forest clowns to remove and move the ruminants to a television studio, center stage. Surround it with velour, décor, and accidental myth lore. The heap will, under the hot lights of day time drama grow infinitely large; crushing small cities with its philosophy and goat peas. The very time and space will split open and a lovely red wine will pour out sealing the breech and pooling into flat, corduroy breeches... the fly opens and out scuttles the dalikrab. Plink as a new born bidet.

From Paris Wells

DKH91 by Greg Fiorini

Spellbound by Charles R. Goff III

DalikRab Day Begins (5 hours ago) oops!

sorry I was in a dalikrab day coma! not everyone is on the list and the blog email is different but included in this list....   off you go if you haven't al;ready   ZIM zala BIM

DALIKRAB DAY 2010 - MARCH 31st 2010