If you wondered why I decided to battle you by laying here on the floor, you need only consult your fists, which are saying aloud, "Nostalgia, you know, is like that feeling of memory...and Candy is like...colorful and appeals to kids and um, it's sweet."
If I tried to swing at you, my arms would tickle into rope ladders and children's slides and I'd realize that I'm the one remembering what it's like to be a kid, not your members.
Sunday
Lie Prostrate In A Public Space
fish may feel like this and steal a gasp of air on land
on sand, as it were, I do not reside, I’m inside
course and rough my dried skin crackles
jackals walk over my arms, stalk helpless men
men laying on the floor are sure to fall
to jackals
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on sand, as it were, I do not reside, I’m inside
course and rough my dried skin crackles
jackals walk over my arms, stalk helpless men
men laying on the floor are sure to fall
to jackals
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Wednesday
dog catcher
hounded by sharp barks
from disembodied heathen mutts
I cage my heart away in a quiet cabaret
waiting for the dog catcher's whistle
luring leering Labradors from my door
in a cruel but clever trap of nets and needles
from disembodied heathen mutts
I cage my heart away in a quiet cabaret
waiting for the dog catcher's whistle
luring leering Labradors from my door
in a cruel but clever trap of nets and needles
Tuesday
Sleeves
Nearing unappetizing bowled curds,
I steal a glance at your wide-eyed wonderment
wondering, will she look?
Vision wheels my way, sent by trained muscles
In the neck, blood flows to the most important parts
of the brain, the m...(al)most important starts to say:
hola churra, vamos al tu cama?
pero, en lugar digo:
'Paseo conmigo,
chica.
Comeremos el pato
en un concierto de--el estadio,
y! y! se calentará las mangas
negras en el el sol.'
And our sleeves were warm.
I steal a glance at your wide-eyed wonderment
wondering, will she look?
Vision wheels my way, sent by trained muscles
In the neck, blood flows to the most important parts
of the brain, the m...(al)most important starts to say:
hola churra, vamos al tu cama?
pero, en lugar digo:
'Paseo conmigo,
chica.
Comeremos el pato
en un concierto de--el estadio,
y! y! se calentará las mangas
negras en el el sol.'
And our sleeves were warm.
Friday
Deleterious Mutation
Hats off to square couches staring out of black televisions
turned off
sex-drives driven in parent's cars channeled through hands holding
limbs like holding chicken's fingers
if in back wash rooms during short times
sported a few minutes, a look of defiance
melting away in the worn and warped mirror
cracked porcelain sinks hold red blotches on the interior
of course dropped in clean sappy raindrops dripping down
the flow quickly is stopped up
his stare glances at the yellow felt glove
battered and lined with thick strips
stripped from another glove
Hats off to rugs resoundingly Persian
Persia wished their rugs were the same
...
turned off
sex-drives driven in parent's cars channeled through hands holding
limbs like holding chicken's fingers
if in back wash rooms during short times
sported a few minutes, a look of defiance
melting away in the worn and warped mirror
cracked porcelain sinks hold red blotches on the interior
of course dropped in clean sappy raindrops dripping down
the flow quickly is stopped up
his stare glances at the yellow felt glove
battered and lined with thick strips
stripped from another glove
Hats off to rugs resoundingly Persian
Persia wished their rugs were the same
...
Tuesday
beezies and bouncers
breezy beezy breezin bouncin boundin smokin'
speedin even creasing cracked pavement
prolly bleeding statements leakin
outta bleatin clipped lips
leavin Boston for the bouncer
lurkin shirts shine from
candlelight and lamps
bigger muscles bigger bones
honed at the gyms stimulatin
warped neurocies
precociously poppin up from her depths
deeper from the deepest depths
deepest meth habits haven't dropped yet
and yet
breezy beezies speedin sneakin
from the shivs of the lurkin shirts
shamed and shameful shakes
sherlocks shived
herpied humpers humpin dead in dumpsters
bouncers beatin herpied humpers
for nothin
speedin even creasing cracked pavement
prolly bleeding statements leakin
outta bleatin clipped lips
leavin Boston for the bouncer
lurkin shirts shine from
candlelight and lamps
bigger muscles bigger bones
honed at the gyms stimulatin
warped neurocies
precociously poppin up from her depths
deeper from the deepest depths
deepest meth habits haven't dropped yet
and yet
breezy beezies speedin sneakin
from the shivs of the lurkin shirts
shamed and shameful shakes
sherlocks shived
herpied humpers humpin dead in dumpsters
bouncers beatin herpied humpers
for nothin
Friday
Painted Landing
this was the old woman I shook on a painted landing
I state understanding of paint landing on paintings,
of ladies landing on landings
of landings laying and lying flat for a fall or
for a step from a frightened cat
I shook her, I foamed and spat uncontrollably.
Adorably, the old woman mopped my lips,
her hips swayed in the air.
Deplorably, I handled her still.
I said I would, until
until,
until
until,
Until she paid
for all the hair I lent her.
This was the old woman I shook,
shaken by a saint.
(Saintly donating to cancer patients)
I state understanding of paint landing on paintings,
of ladies landing on landings
of landings laying and lying flat for a fall or
for a step from a frightened cat
I shook her, I foamed and spat uncontrollably.
Adorably, the old woman mopped my lips,
her hips swayed in the air.
Deplorably, I handled her still.
I said I would, until
until,
until
until,
Until she paid
for all the hair I lent her.
This was the old woman I shook,
shaken by a saint.
(Saintly donating to cancer patients)
Tuesday
Transition Stanza
If I were on you, I'd be coming to
in a dank back alley
fully drenched in trench coated men
sacred fires sprout green and tall
burning foresters' backs
[transition stanza]
malcontent, engorged thoughts
as fat as fat laughs--fat as fat brats
in the 3rd world, fat with fat cats
reign this
chubby, clubbing sick seals with fat bats
knuckle's flab fatter than fat fats' fats
fear frames photos you've left
your words stuck on the back
back in "dec em ber"
I wait
in waiting rooms with strangers
they say, strained
Uh, hey
your pants're... stained
my watery sunken eyes stare back
habitually, I repeat what I see
my back bends with pointy potato sack ends
my throat's clogged, I'm choking a dog
but still I'm waterlogged
in a dank back alley
fully drenched in trench coated men
sacred fires sprout green and tall
burning foresters' backs
[transition stanza]
malcontent, engorged thoughts
as fat as fat laughs--fat as fat brats
in the 3rd world, fat with fat cats
reign this
chubby, clubbing sick seals with fat bats
knuckle's flab fatter than fat fats' fats
fear frames photos you've left
your words stuck on the back
back in "dec em ber"
I wait
in waiting rooms with strangers
they say, strained
Uh, hey
your pants're... stained
my watery sunken eyes stare back
habitually, I repeat what I see
my back bends with pointy potato sack ends
my throat's clogged, I'm choking a dog
but still I'm waterlogged
who are you
i sat down one night
to ponder your identity
under the shirts the skin
and your demonous legacy
you're a stalwart night owl
awake during the day
you're a sentence
far too delicate to say
outside on some damn country road--
i wouldn't find you there
and i wouldn't go there to find you
but i may take you out
to that damn country road
to leave you and bind you
for your movement stings
and your expression brings
my mind to the wastelands,
to the ropes in the rings.
when we met i didn't care
but now that my blood is in yours
i have problems, oh,
letting us grow
into what we should become
but baby, don't despair
for I declare
that I do care and
we'll be in the clear
yes of course
my sweet and gentle dear,
clearly our journey
won't end here
to ponder your identity
under the shirts the skin
and your demonous legacy
you're a stalwart night owl
awake during the day
you're a sentence
far too delicate to say
outside on some damn country road--
i wouldn't find you there
and i wouldn't go there to find you
but i may take you out
to that damn country road
to leave you and bind you
for your movement stings
and your expression brings
my mind to the wastelands,
to the ropes in the rings.
when we met i didn't care
but now that my blood is in yours
i have problems, oh,
letting us grow
into what we should become
but baby, don't despair
for I declare
that I do care and
we'll be in the clear
yes of course
my sweet and gentle dear,
clearly our journey
won't end here
Sunday
The Curiously Deep Allure Of Flushed Skin
Spray painted in letters as gargantuan as farm posts, hedging in pigs
and boars whom wish only to snort through straws, our wooden
manifesto lays out in the grimy sun translated in separate tongues,
unread. Some dogs bark. They're interested in the pink skin of their
quadrupedal associates, but their unconvincing barks sound like
dump-trucks backing up over crunchy wooden slats.
Glancing upward, taking in this modern post art, conservatively-
dressed women shed their underwears. They cease the vibrations of
their protective cries--we must protect this house, and all that.
The barbarians they've drempt about now sleep peacefully around flaming trash barrels in their backyards.
Mischievous grins spread like grease across the stubbled faces of these enfeebled beggars. A few of them, the most forward thinking of the bunch, begin smoking long cigarettes. Their exposed wrists point towards the abandoned bras. Their eyes point upwards, coy and attractively perry-twinkling. They let the ash fall to their feet when it's damned good and ready to fall. They impress their friends with the new uses they discover for discarded board games. They've become quite popular. Everyone copies their ingenious habits.
The bored dogs previously barking gradually give up their attention
gestures. They're able to let go of their insecurities. They
strike up gentle causeries. Some soon choose democratically to
surgically remove their shaky primitive tails. A few still secretly
indulge with kibble or bacon bits. The majority though have
abandoned even delicious anuses.
These pert old dogs rest metallic ladders against the tops of the
posts, struggling comically with the latches just in case. But most of
them don't care about the pigs anymore. The licentious bra-less
women occupy the ladders, roosting atop the peaked words.
The leeringest members marvel obnoxiously at all the pink skin.
*Published in Statler & Waldorf, 2009*
and boars whom wish only to snort through straws, our wooden
manifesto lays out in the grimy sun translated in separate tongues,
unread. Some dogs bark. They're interested in the pink skin of their
quadrupedal associates, but their unconvincing barks sound like
dump-trucks backing up over crunchy wooden slats.
Glancing upward, taking in this modern post art, conservatively-
dressed women shed their underwears. They cease the vibrations of
their protective cries--we must protect this house, and all that.
The barbarians they've drempt about now sleep peacefully around flaming trash barrels in their backyards.
Mischievous grins spread like grease across the stubbled faces of these enfeebled beggars. A few of them, the most forward thinking of the bunch, begin smoking long cigarettes. Their exposed wrists point towards the abandoned bras. Their eyes point upwards, coy and attractively perry-twinkling. They let the ash fall to their feet when it's damned good and ready to fall. They impress their friends with the new uses they discover for discarded board games. They've become quite popular. Everyone copies their ingenious habits.
The bored dogs previously barking gradually give up their attention
gestures. They're able to let go of their insecurities. They
strike up gentle causeries. Some soon choose democratically to
surgically remove their shaky primitive tails. A few still secretly
indulge with kibble or bacon bits. The majority though have
abandoned even delicious anuses.
These pert old dogs rest metallic ladders against the tops of the
posts, struggling comically with the latches just in case. But most of
them don't care about the pigs anymore. The licentious bra-less
women occupy the ladders, roosting atop the peaked words.
The leeringest members marvel obnoxiously at all the pink skin.
*Published in Statler & Waldorf, 2009*
Friday
Baked Cakes
Crispy oils yolk the crustacean eggs
crunched betwixt wire cages--
four to five cakes rotate rapidly.
While flaying scabs
and dressing blisters
-the crab cakes burn.
So I'll be fast hands,
you be slow hands.
But, the new ones will always
be a little less excellent.
crunched betwixt wire cages--
four to five cakes rotate rapidly.
While flaying scabs
and dressing blisters
-the crab cakes burn.
So I'll be fast hands,
you be slow hands.
But, the new ones will always
be a little less excellent.
Tuesday
Edith
I witnessed Edith one day
climbing scurrilous furry creatures.
On their backs, her kneading knees were stubbled with hairs.
These rodents seem staggered
under the weight of this woman.
Her long-flowing lawny hair, a verdant lawn yawning lazily, captures my attention whenever she screams by me.
My attention holds fast when
a sickening sensation occupies my senses.
Sensing nothing, Edith rides by, cackling.
Thinking about nimbuses, I try to be distracted.
But I cannot escape quickly--
Edith's power veers so stickily,
and I am forever lost in her eyes.
climbing scurrilous furry creatures.
On their backs, her kneading knees were stubbled with hairs.
These rodents seem staggered
under the weight of this woman.
Her long-flowing lawny hair, a verdant lawn yawning lazily, captures my attention whenever she screams by me.
My attention holds fast when
a sickening sensation occupies my senses.
Sensing nothing, Edith rides by, cackling.
Thinking about nimbuses, I try to be distracted.
But I cannot escape quickly--
Edith's power veers so stickily,
and I am forever lost in her eyes.
Figaro
That foreboding signature of Figaro
rings with a hallucinatory ligature
clandestine commentary
in craven desultory tinny,
"Figaro?":
the bleeding madman echoes his doubts.
wishes are echoes.
rings with a hallucinatory ligature
clandestine commentary
in craven desultory tinny,
"Figaro?":
the bleeding madman echoes his doubts.
wishes are echoes.
Friday
Our Overalls
hot springs rise thick steams
with our war machines, we capture these
condensed heats
our caps fill
while our faces become vapid waterfalls
overalls sorted in piles in corners
faced with piles of pails of overalls
spilled with smattering
our mouths leak dear catcalls
caterwauling
until we get home, the hot springs
give us the lives we lead
hot steam
condensed into gentler things
we tread over lands unsquelched
'till now they'd gone unmucked, untrucked, unsearched
but we had the knowledge to conquer these jungles
and collect their givings
it's hard work, but it's our livings
with our war machines, we capture these
condensed heats
our caps fill
while our faces become vapid waterfalls
overalls sorted in piles in corners
faced with piles of pails of overalls
spilled with smattering
our mouths leak dear catcalls
caterwauling
until we get home, the hot springs
give us the lives we lead
hot steam
condensed into gentler things
we tread over lands unsquelched
'till now they'd gone unmucked, untrucked, unsearched
but we had the knowledge to conquer these jungles
and collect their givings
it's hard work, but it's our livings
The Goats
the world,
its hues drip slowly,
gray veneer colors sigh.
My friends eyes desensitize
and they fail to see the roads leading to the cliffs.
the mountain goats see them
and thank god they have the hooves to make it safely to the bottom
to drink up the flowing river waters--
drinking only from those waters
at the foot of the gorge
its hues drip slowly,
gray veneer colors sigh.
My friends eyes desensitize
and they fail to see the roads leading to the cliffs.
the mountain goats see them
and thank god they have the hooves to make it safely to the bottom
to drink up the flowing river waters--
drinking only from those waters
at the foot of the gorge
Tuesday
mi máquina, faltando el aceite
Dark and idle sat the engine,
oil stale, and still;
steering wheel detached--
Do dead dreams sputter
and squeal such as your
piercing throes of death?
Such steel.
Its brave bare wheels
mount mountains--
for the first
and the last.
oil stale, and still;
steering wheel detached--
Do dead dreams sputter
and squeal such as your
piercing throes of death?
Such steel.
Its brave bare wheels
mount mountains--
for the first
and the last.
Thursday
Elephants
So many elephants fucking in the dorm room
Their ears flap sickly against their damn wrinkly skin,
squeaking giant taints skish like banana paste
on the beds of tomatoes.
Sitting uncomfortably in the next room,
sallow Travis screams inside.
Their ears flap sickly against their damn wrinkly skin,
squeaking giant taints skish like banana paste
on the beds of tomatoes.
Sitting uncomfortably in the next room,
sallow Travis screams inside.
Dragon Coy
Rabbling in snaky rivers
I chase innocuous dragon coy, oh boy!
their frights fill my cords
with the right kinda chemicals.
Inimically cutting down their avenues,
taking cues from the owls,
disemboweled fish line my teeth
and my shirt pockets, stuffed in with rockets
and various other fear-bearing devices.
My fish-scaring vices show through,
like the dank ugly pus filling my feet.
As I stomp the bed, they detonate.
I, disabled as those golden coy--
in a last searing effort,
I crush one baby to prove my manhood.
I chase innocuous dragon coy, oh boy!
their frights fill my cords
with the right kinda chemicals.
Inimically cutting down their avenues,
taking cues from the owls,
disemboweled fish line my teeth
and my shirt pockets, stuffed in with rockets
and various other fear-bearing devices.
My fish-scaring vices show through,
like the dank ugly pus filling my feet.
As I stomp the bed, they detonate.
I, disabled as those golden coy--
in a last searing effort,
I crush one baby to prove my manhood.
Tex Mex
Whatever under decks
tex mex specks speckle my face
In case you noticed
follow my trail as I trail off...
running away, injuring my pride
its time you got a napkin it's happenin
red beard full of the most mexican
substance, instructions on the back
advised nothing like this
tex mex specks speckle my face
In case you noticed
follow my trail as I trail off...
running away, injuring my pride
its time you got a napkin it's happenin
red beard full of the most mexican
substance, instructions on the back
advised nothing like this
Tuesday
Waxing Cosmic
the left one mentions something uncomfortable
the right one is thinking about the moon, and its size
the middle one is waxing cosmic, dismissing
the smaller things and thinking big
these kids without big bags
walk duckedley down the sidewalk
calling their friends
weaning them off of
day old milk treats
paint chips line the pockets of the sullen slouch.
the ethical sulfurs bubble from swollen mouths,
subtly fumigating the homes of the citizens.
capturing the steam later,
they keep it all in mason jars.
these days
they mention uncomfortable things together
they think about the moon together
they wax cosmic together, dismissing
the smaller things and thinking big
the right one is thinking about the moon, and its size
the middle one is waxing cosmic, dismissing
the smaller things and thinking big
these kids without big bags
walk duckedley down the sidewalk
calling their friends
weaning them off of
day old milk treats
paint chips line the pockets of the sullen slouch.
the ethical sulfurs bubble from swollen mouths,
subtly fumigating the homes of the citizens.
capturing the steam later,
they keep it all in mason jars.
these days
they mention uncomfortable things together
they think about the moon together
they wax cosmic together, dismissing
the smaller things and thinking big
Friday
My Cousin's Best Friend
lurking under the deck of my cousin's best friend
I spot shoes I want and shoes I hate
a few striped stockings, a cracked snow shovel
everything's better when viewed from a hovel
I must say, Joquain, you were correct
the berth of the deck is quite enough
if only we could stay under here for a whole month
staring at the bottoms of things
when viewed like an iceberg,
people seem so much more tolerable
their shoes reflecting nothing but a few pebbles
striking off between sets of four wheels
if they have heads is inconsequential, Joquain,
because my cousin's best friend's deck
lets me see their most important activities
without their emotional pain
and I really value shoes in a person
I spot shoes I want and shoes I hate
a few striped stockings, a cracked snow shovel
everything's better when viewed from a hovel
I must say, Joquain, you were correct
the berth of the deck is quite enough
if only we could stay under here for a whole month
staring at the bottoms of things
when viewed like an iceberg,
people seem so much more tolerable
their shoes reflecting nothing but a few pebbles
striking off between sets of four wheels
if they have heads is inconsequential, Joquain,
because my cousin's best friend's deck
lets me see their most important activities
without their emotional pain
and I really value shoes in a person
Thursday
Woodington
building with the smallest pieces
of the smallest wings
on the smallest structures
he erects twelves towers
in the treacherous river
festooned with gray fish
his hands bleed, stung with alcohol
his mind is clear,
he lashes steel girders together
and pours the concrete by hand
with an unearthly heave,
the man conquers the water
and watches PBS
on the other side
of the smallest wings
on the smallest structures
he erects twelves towers
in the treacherous river
festooned with gray fish
his hands bleed, stung with alcohol
his mind is clear,
he lashes steel girders together
and pours the concrete by hand
with an unearthly heave,
the man conquers the water
and watches PBS
on the other side
Tuesday
Brittany's Rest
Brittany slept beneath the trees, coated in dew.
Her eyes are filled with liquids we won't identify yet.
Past her face, a world of swirling leaves.
The winter robbed her of her grace, and now she's sleeping outdoors.
The dirt between the grass slipped between her pores.
The leaves swirl violently now, reacting, alerted.
Stirring, her lashes graze the surroundings, finding only water.
Back to sleep, the leaves lay calm,
"I am merely laying outside in a rainstorm."
Then a squirrel ate an acorn on her face.
Her eyes are filled with liquids we won't identify yet.
Past her face, a world of swirling leaves.
The winter robbed her of her grace, and now she's sleeping outdoors.
The dirt between the grass slipped between her pores.
The leaves swirl violently now, reacting, alerted.
Stirring, her lashes graze the surroundings, finding only water.
Back to sleep, the leaves lay calm,
"I am merely laying outside in a rainstorm."
Then a squirrel ate an acorn on her face.
Sunday
Rooves
the horses veer slickly
'round painted apple skewers
their attention kept slyly toward
their hooves.
The rooves of shanties shingle
the horses' backs,
stripped in the cover of night
by masked clones.
'round painted apple skewers
their attention kept slyly toward
their hooves.
The rooves of shanties shingle
the horses' backs,
stripped in the cover of night
by masked clones.
Saturday
Hounds
tricking your body to starve
is a labor of love
a dedication to the higher ideal
these various techniques and
a willingness to pique an interest
in uncomfortability
traipsing thin and weak,
my beautiful legs and their skin
ripple in the wind like a bug
ripples on a pond.
Splashing in sinks
splashing and sinking,
bubbling and frothing
by the mouth.
the sweet godly nectar is
visiting fruit trees and
harvesting my potato salad.
under the porch
the hounds eye my meat
is a labor of love
a dedication to the higher ideal
these various techniques and
a willingness to pique an interest
in uncomfortability
traipsing thin and weak,
my beautiful legs and their skin
ripple in the wind like a bug
ripples on a pond.
Splashing in sinks
splashing and sinking,
bubbling and frothing
by the mouth.
the sweet godly nectar is
visiting fruit trees and
harvesting my potato salad.
under the porch
the hounds eye my meat
Friday
Business
"Octopi wear flowing red gowns,"
can only be said the way it is.
"Octopi seem nonchalant in social situations,"
is the ideal if the laws of nature are in question.
Treated to the bounty of the sea, a particularly
gargantuan octopus sits down on some blue algae.
Sea anemonies nibble on flakes of dust.
The octopus squirts some urine, in imitation of a particularly vapid squid.
Brushing off responsibility, the octopus,
her red gown flowing hypnotically behind her,
wiggles over to the sand bar.
Her beak leaks sharp liquids.
It dribbles, slovenly diffusing in the great ocean, unnoticed
tiring of conventional methods of sea navigation
the octopus dons a plastic hat
swirling her tentacles like a pinwheel
smacking a few sea anemones
her powers of suction accrue a few for food for later
waiting patiently on the opposite end of the ocean,
those aquatic ocean delegation fuse bodies and play with their hairs
the octopus, not to be trifled with, has a lovely gown
the red a mercerized ocean rose
from the waves, billowing and blowing out-
the octopus practicing locomotion
rustling restlessly in wait,
the delegation lines up in 30 rows of delegate poise
as she approached
it was clear:
she, nonchalant in this situation
in her flowing red gown
would soon be much scaly flesh
and torn up cartilage
built of the happiest of delegates
can only be said the way it is.
"Octopi seem nonchalant in social situations,"
is the ideal if the laws of nature are in question.
Treated to the bounty of the sea, a particularly
gargantuan octopus sits down on some blue algae.
Sea anemonies nibble on flakes of dust.
The octopus squirts some urine, in imitation of a particularly vapid squid.
Brushing off responsibility, the octopus,
her red gown flowing hypnotically behind her,
wiggles over to the sand bar.
Her beak leaks sharp liquids.
It dribbles, slovenly diffusing in the great ocean, unnoticed
tiring of conventional methods of sea navigation
the octopus dons a plastic hat
swirling her tentacles like a pinwheel
smacking a few sea anemones
her powers of suction accrue a few for food for later
waiting patiently on the opposite end of the ocean,
those aquatic ocean delegation fuse bodies and play with their hairs
the octopus, not to be trifled with, has a lovely gown
the red a mercerized ocean rose
from the waves, billowing and blowing out-
the octopus practicing locomotion
rustling restlessly in wait,
the delegation lines up in 30 rows of delegate poise
as she approached
it was clear:
she, nonchalant in this situation
in her flowing red gown
would soon be much scaly flesh
and torn up cartilage
built of the happiest of delegates
Thursday
Portraits
posing voluptuously for a Denny's waitress
my silky hands sweat profusely
underneath my alluring exterior lurks
centuries of abandoned trash
thought to have fused with the earth
Her gaze shifts to my knees,
please, you haven't finished my torso, geez.
That's why you work at Denny's.
my silky hands sweat profusely
underneath my alluring exterior lurks
centuries of abandoned trash
thought to have fused with the earth
Her gaze shifts to my knees,
please, you haven't finished my torso, geez.
That's why you work at Denny's.
the whore
underneath kuala lumper in the glow of magical ferns
there creens a magical whore
and a tribe of beetles
seeming to shimmer in the ruddy light
her sexual desire fused with spite
above, the claws of tigers glint
their slinking steps patter
the whore calls them
they look up in a halt
taking hidden abandoned passages
through the underbrush
they fucked her
until she died
there creens a magical whore
and a tribe of beetles
seeming to shimmer in the ruddy light
her sexual desire fused with spite
above, the claws of tigers glint
their slinking steps patter
the whore calls them
they look up in a halt
taking hidden abandoned passages
through the underbrush
they fucked her
until she died
Wednesday
civility
you had seashell nipple piercings
and you were very civil about it
and said you'd handle it the same way
as your brother in another time
and they sent my brother away
'till you robed.
and you were very civil about it
and said you'd handle it the same way
as your brother in another time
and they sent my brother away
'till you robed.
Thursday
on the transparency of broken will
denting the dither cast by my flashlight
sparkling there, spotless by my standards,
a golden sheet of paraffin, untouched by dust.
Not wanting its malleable, sinewy luster
to fade, my hands explored the din surroundings.
"Paraffin," I thought.
Usually not a big deal.
I stray from the feign image.
It's cobwebbery catches the curious black fly.
Under what circumstance am I endowed
the rights of the hero?
To tear away with no regard
for worth or sacredness--
and reveal and arrest that which
is protected by intrinsic temperance?
However, feeling light of conscience,
I sidle to the prize.
My eyes' wanton fervor sully this place.
But, I gotta see.
Falling,
I grab for the glowing golden tape.
I wear this wax as my new skin.
sparkling there, spotless by my standards,
a golden sheet of paraffin, untouched by dust.
Not wanting its malleable, sinewy luster
to fade, my hands explored the din surroundings.
"Paraffin," I thought.
Usually not a big deal.
I stray from the feign image.
It's cobwebbery catches the curious black fly.
Under what circumstance am I endowed
the rights of the hero?
To tear away with no regard
for worth or sacredness--
and reveal and arrest that which
is protected by intrinsic temperance?
However, feeling light of conscience,
I sidle to the prize.
My eyes' wanton fervor sully this place.
But, I gotta see.
Falling,
I grab for the glowing golden tape.
I wear this wax as my new skin.
Tuesday
Tribal Qualifications
are unimportant at IBM.
Their ejection a direct result of tribal qualifications.
Wendy's on the other hand,
accepts them--if they are awake
'till one a.m. (so you can eat great)
even late, the tribal blood ululates searchingly.
But at one, they gather in a nearby meadow--
prancing and leaping tall around the tribal flames,
they broil square-shaped heads,
shrinking them for their next shifts.
Their ejection a direct result of tribal qualifications.
Wendy's on the other hand,
accepts them--if they are awake
'till one a.m. (so you can eat great)
even late, the tribal blood ululates searchingly.
But at one, they gather in a nearby meadow--
prancing and leaping tall around the tribal flames,
they broil square-shaped heads,
shrinking them for their next shifts.
A Poem: Many meaty men
seem slightly salty-
maybe mealy, malty.
Shallow sight sees
only obstinate objects-
showing something searing.
Oggle of outerspace
and around archives.
Finding feelings, fearing;
outside, only ogres.
Inside, industrial integration-
the tennants tremendous.
How heedlessly handled,
nettles needle niggardly.
Apply appealing adjectives
that teach that
tape tears tenderly.
Minds mend meanwhile-
only open outside.
Don't daunting dealings
parch patience passingly?
Don't daring deeds
eat endlessly, ending
only outside on
the treetops, then
falling, fearlessly forever,
the ties, tired
cords cut cathartically?
maybe mealy, malty.
Shallow sight sees
only obstinate objects-
showing something searing.
Oggle of outerspace
and around archives.
Finding feelings, fearing;
outside, only ogres.
Inside, industrial integration-
the tennants tremendous.
How heedlessly handled,
nettles needle niggardly.
Apply appealing adjectives
that teach that
tape tears tenderly.
Minds mend meanwhile-
only open outside.
Don't daunting dealings
parch patience passingly?
Don't daring deeds
eat endlessly, ending
only outside on
the treetops, then
falling, fearlessly forever,
the ties, tired
cords cut cathartically?
Wednesday
Silky Hands
posing voluptuously for a Denny's waitress
my silky hands sweat profusely
underneath my alluring exterior lurks
a dragon, a wagon, a flagon
I'm scaly, can carry a lot and I'm drunk.
Spunk is overrated.
Her gaze shifts to my knees,
please, you haven't finished my torso yet.
That's why you work at Denny's.
my silky hands sweat profusely
underneath my alluring exterior lurks
a dragon, a wagon, a flagon
I'm scaly, can carry a lot and I'm drunk.
Spunk is overrated.
Her gaze shifts to my knees,
please, you haven't finished my torso yet.
That's why you work at Denny's.
A Trip To Norway - A Tribute to Travis Hunter
my trip to norway
in some ways was fulfilling
considering the ice cream social
with the bukake themed women.
The hybrid dreams torn out of a magazine
massage my scalp and keep it warm
the finger of dread, my heart full of scorn.
The fjords call my name,
like drunken nuns calling upon the primal will.
I lead a group of ducklings
to their frigid death,
their dowries and eggs long will I have kept.
I toast Satan in Stockholm,
and travel home, to Connecticut.
in some ways was fulfilling
considering the ice cream social
with the bukake themed women.
The hybrid dreams torn out of a magazine
massage my scalp and keep it warm
the finger of dread, my heart full of scorn.
The fjords call my name,
like drunken nuns calling upon the primal will.
I lead a group of ducklings
to their frigid death,
their dowries and eggs long will I have kept.
I toast Satan in Stockholm,
and travel home, to Connecticut.
I Pound Beers For Jesus
I pound beers for Jesus
He's got me working in a mill
It's his cover for his secrets may spill
I sit and I pound
and I work and I sweat.
Jesus giggles.
He says, head down and be kind,
or in-vitro, you'll find the cleansing
of wrath, the indulgence of gluttony,
and the triumph of pride
I sat up one day
and decided to throw my life away
I drank and I smoked
came home late after work,
happier now
I live off his blood
and his giggles
He's got me working in a mill
It's his cover for his secrets may spill
I sit and I pound
and I work and I sweat.
Jesus giggles.
He says, head down and be kind,
or in-vitro, you'll find the cleansing
of wrath, the indulgence of gluttony,
and the triumph of pride
I sat up one day
and decided to throw my life away
I drank and I smoked
came home late after work,
happier now
I live off his blood
and his giggles
Water-Breather
In between the salty pier planks
a water-breather eats a pest.
Unless it satisfies its pallette,
shall it encounter this abhorred route,
its rage will grow, its rage will show
the seams of abhorred action.
The earth breathes salty, the pattern of fear
a madness sets in on the closest held dear.
The dreams of the sea drop fast like soap,
a new affect remembers little of hope.
Pulsing through each vein, each artery, each cell--
the water breather exhales
from the trappings of hell.
Its rage, as it grows, deep-
sleeps, sleeping, waking, walking soon...
a water-breather eats a pest.
a water-breather eats a pest.
Unless it satisfies its pallette,
shall it encounter this abhorred route,
its rage will grow, its rage will show
the seams of abhorred action.
The earth breathes salty, the pattern of fear
a madness sets in on the closest held dear.
The dreams of the sea drop fast like soap,
a new affect remembers little of hope.
Pulsing through each vein, each artery, each cell--
the water breather exhales
from the trappings of hell.
Its rage, as it grows, deep-
sleeps, sleeping, waking, walking soon...
a water-breather eats a pest.
Crepes
Eating crepes on the white house lawn
I dodge camera-surveillance decently
The blades are so welcoming, well maintained
And the crepes, they're so delicious
Especially on the lawn
I dodge camera-surveillance decently
The blades are so welcoming, well maintained
And the crepes, they're so delicious
Especially on the lawn
Duds
Learning about milk duds in basement hallways
Trapped by my teachers, there's no escape
If I try to eat one I'll get expelled
If I try to leave I'll go to hell
I can only hold these duds
my devastated hands chocolaty with rape
Trapped by my teachers, there's no escape
If I try to eat one I'll get expelled
If I try to leave I'll go to hell
I can only hold these duds
my devastated hands chocolaty with rape
Tuesday
snowfall
as beautiful as snowfall gazed at through glass
the subtle breeze gives up to the wind
if the snow feels different in spring,
what element dare console it?
from reflections nested in glass
what is fleetingly perceived
becomes the ideal, a fleeting worldview
captured in the mirrored hallways of the mind
no reason to trust the illusion
but no reason to struggle against it
to look inside, you'd think
"this is me."
but one glimpse beyond
multiplies your thoughts
and is this meta-vision,
or no vision at all?
the subtle breeze gives up to the wind
if the snow feels different in spring,
what element dare console it?
from reflections nested in glass
what is fleetingly perceived
becomes the ideal, a fleeting worldview
captured in the mirrored hallways of the mind
no reason to trust the illusion
but no reason to struggle against it
to look inside, you'd think
"this is me."
but one glimpse beyond
multiplies your thoughts
and is this meta-vision,
or no vision at all?
brain clouds
into each his own.
out of each his isn't.
like breath on the neck
that stings
and shouldn't.
he's sure of himself but not of the date.
and underneath his vigilance,
the spectral glint of nothingness
the delicate flute of the blind singing songs he can't see
as he considers this, a cloud lazes into view.
it floats over his brain but crashes with his skull.
within, the secrets he's been trying to find?
no.
To clash with a cloud,
what little you get!
even so, he feels closer.
out of each his isn't.
like breath on the neck
that stings
and shouldn't.
he's sure of himself but not of the date.
and underneath his vigilance,
the spectral glint of nothingness
the delicate flute of the blind singing songs he can't see
as he considers this, a cloud lazes into view.
it floats over his brain but crashes with his skull.
within, the secrets he's been trying to find?
no.
To clash with a cloud,
what little you get!
even so, he feels closer.
cookies
thin as cookie cutters
my lungs lose touch with reality
as i axphixiate, i begin to see
freedom as a technicality.
a cold wind blows over
the savannah, kinda.
last globes of air caress my lips
like bamboo leaves on a panda bear.
The world withers, my vision slithers.
Can I see?
And is it just me, or the lack of air?
The crooked sun sags, the rattle-snakes rise
as my brain sinks, my lips' demise
the animals die around me
oh carl, you're such a kidder--
here I thought I was free
my lungs lose touch with reality
as i axphixiate, i begin to see
freedom as a technicality.
a cold wind blows over
the savannah, kinda.
last globes of air caress my lips
like bamboo leaves on a panda bear.
The world withers, my vision slithers.
Can I see?
And is it just me, or the lack of air?
The crooked sun sags, the rattle-snakes rise
as my brain sinks, my lips' demise
the animals die around me
oh carl, you're such a kidder--
here I thought I was free
your mama
your mama
in the old days of red wine and hard bread
smoking marijuana in the hammock
She caught the scent of something aromatic.
from the attic, the music bent.
her footsteps transcend her feet,
carried away by the fuel that fuels her herbs.
On the windowpane, the furnace leaks.
the heat seeks a life force to apprehend
In the ashes, broken teeth.
in the old days of red wine and hard bread
smoking marijuana in the hammock
She caught the scent of something aromatic.
from the attic, the music bent.
her footsteps transcend her feet,
carried away by the fuel that fuels her herbs.
On the windowpane, the furnace leaks.
the heat seeks a life force to apprehend
In the ashes, broken teeth.
plate society
there is a place
plates go when they rest
a magical village full of lemony zest
to pillage and plunder is not on their minds
to serve a hot dish or to serve other clients
I'd like to think people could go there too
but what suits another isn't chosen by you
if you knew plates, you'd know--
they prefer solitude and independence
bring your plate-empathy to attendance
plates go when they rest
a magical village full of lemony zest
to pillage and plunder is not on their minds
to serve a hot dish or to serve other clients
I'd like to think people could go there too
but what suits another isn't chosen by you
if you knew plates, you'd know--
they prefer solitude and independence
bring your plate-empathy to attendance
camoflauge salad
Premium salad doesn't really taste that great--
I drape your body with the sprigs.
You disappear into the forest.
Live bait, salad leaves laid on a plate.
Traveling to the jungle, we film parrots.
we sense movement--what the fuck is that?
A shred of leaf falls on your hat.
They find our bodies all ripped up with carrots.
They think the government is trying to scare us.
salad sandwich in the dreams
and thoughts and screams
don't bring any vinegrettes or creams
Panic in the cities, lettuce in the seams.
Good sense lost to a great mass of leaves.
It's not fair to fear such pretty sprigs,
but death is a pretty strong impetus.
I drape your body with the sprigs.
You disappear into the forest.
Live bait, salad leaves laid on a plate.
Traveling to the jungle, we film parrots.
we sense movement--what the fuck is that?
A shred of leaf falls on your hat.
They find our bodies all ripped up with carrots.
They think the government is trying to scare us.
salad sandwich in the dreams
and thoughts and screams
don't bring any vinegrettes or creams
Panic in the cities, lettuce in the seams.
Good sense lost to a great mass of leaves.
It's not fair to fear such pretty sprigs,
but death is a pretty strong impetus.
hologram sibilance
outbox. inbox. kleenex ends in x.
we roll up to the grocery store in our el camino.
Pick up juice. Pick up jesus. Pick up jays.
Rollin' out we walk back inside.
Does anyone want a kleenex?
I'll put it in your inbox.
What about juice?
You only drink gin and jesus?
Fuck.
Kleenex cape--most excellent.
Jesus juice--perfect combination, recieved transmission.
I charged the jays to the company account;
According to this, we take these jays.
jays improve work. jay leno improves chins and looks good
in blu ray.
Jay Leno rolls jays. They're called jokes.
Pick up jokes. Pick up dicks.
Jay Leno is sort of a dick.
But not as bad as that bald guy on Letterman.
Fuck, that guy is weird.
Weird ends in x.
we roll up to the grocery store in our el camino.
Pick up juice. Pick up jesus. Pick up jays.
Rollin' out we walk back inside.
Does anyone want a kleenex?
I'll put it in your inbox.
What about juice?
You only drink gin and jesus?
Fuck.
Kleenex cape--most excellent.
Jesus juice--perfect combination, recieved transmission.
I charged the jays to the company account;
According to this, we take these jays.
jays improve work. jay leno improves chins and looks good
in blu ray.
Jay Leno rolls jays. They're called jokes.
Pick up jokes. Pick up dicks.
Jay Leno is sort of a dick.
But not as bad as that bald guy on Letterman.
Fuck, that guy is weird.
Weird ends in x.
doom
I wait behind barriers
to scare you
I'd do anything
to scare you
I pretend to be dead,
I pretend to drool.
Your screams are welcome because
you seldom touch my scales.
All i want is love
or maybe your phone number
or a copy of your apartment key.
A night in your arms?
I can see it from my position,
three kids, and verdant lawn and a kitchen...
wouldn't you love stability?
We could go out at night and look at dead birds
with flashlights and chunky gloves
to scare you
I'd do anything
to scare you
I pretend to be dead,
I pretend to drool.
Your screams are welcome because
you seldom touch my scales.
All i want is love
or maybe your phone number
or a copy of your apartment key.
A night in your arms?
I can see it from my position,
three kids, and verdant lawn and a kitchen...
wouldn't you love stability?
We could go out at night and look at dead birds
with flashlights and chunky gloves
untitled
we creeped onto the scaffolding
gingerly stepping over tired tampons
the boats were old and smouldering
the curtains were steely snap-ons
a flash from the darkened stink
a whisker twinkled amid the gas
a figure emerged, human and glass
like a picture frame up the ass
our tingles got the better sight
we bolted friendless and maladroit
what was it that we saw that night?
was it you?
gingerly stepping over tired tampons
the boats were old and smouldering
the curtains were steely snap-ons
a flash from the darkened stink
a whisker twinkled amid the gas
a figure emerged, human and glass
like a picture frame up the ass
our tingles got the better sight
we bolted friendless and maladroit
what was it that we saw that night?
was it you?
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