hang nail like a glider
upon my fist-pleasure finger
makes me shy how it hurts
there’s a closet where
blue-jeaned Japanese
mannequins hide like tortured
killed figurines — all in
Mori Tower that sways in
9.5 Richter dancing legs
i don’t have a reason
eating my lies
like popcorn unseasoned
and no butter please
ass weasels eat me
if i do so i don’t
and Alice i hate you
and that big pink gapping
hole you ran down o god,
here again i go: you
followed Les Bea Anne Lovers!
hahaha…i’m so silly and
sometimes wonder why you aren’t?
Hello? Fellow poets who wear
vagina’s and penis’ — reduced
to zero if that’s all you are!
hahaha…fake flakes of glittering
souls wishing someone_THING makes
you kiss life

:: 09-11-2015 ::

TO wake up in a hole that seems
to move when i try to climb away
like macular degenerative twit
i throw away the hole :
whole thing and strut away

it’s all part of my fantasy

loving how a hole can get
a hold of life then you
punch it where it counts

i look up toward dreaming skies
smell the flowers of evil
oh Baudelaire!

And Sunny’s a fairly American name
Olaf a fairly Scandinavian one
and i see all the people so shoe the
children and feed all the hungry

and too, a part of me humanitarian

we devise a life-setting for our
experiences that seem ambiguous
and Lethargarians are so cute
unless they get off their feet

don’t you laugh, think, but sleep!

so much like the world’s politicians!

:: 09-11-2015 ::

i smell dirt oh myself
inside death motherEarth
i knew jokes never had
she knew i’m a heart
so beautiful black sheep
baa! better than you;
i gave all of me
i won’t complain —-
i am so softly dreaming
many soft fascinating
illusions: a leaf like
a rat run to gutter
so special then i’m gone!
i love myself better than
you//a foot-petal clean
flower said, ‘thick stem
, on a plain so clean’
my brother sang from
six feet deep a gown
of death and i say
‘i smell dirt oh myself
won’t complain i can’t
complain it’s the dreams
of memories asking if we
were alive before we felt
death — leave me along
and rats and black sheep
too — what i should do
SO I LOVE MYSELF
SMELLING DIRT

:: 09-10-2015 ::

i am not too sad and if you’re hands
washed ugly me\ it washed mother’s
soul and angel’s vulva i am so scared
i’m so ugly it’s so me and you everyday
for all i care i lit my heart for
love that i knew : all of you:
all of you yeah
all of you yea!!!
I’m so empty
I am dirt and less
than horny so blue and sunny
walking the sidewalks
seeing scorn-eyes wishing i were dead
so i love you and i kill me kill you
love i’m not coming back — i skip cause
i’m so happy i’m not the hands god washing
away in sin yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yeah!
i’m so not here excuse me — gentle air

:: 09-05-2015 ::

Twisted lips swallow words
one-eye covered to hide
one to see all hair-like feathers
of an eagle
a boom circled within infinity
shows love like
a hand upon the c hessboad of life
and your mind moves the small souls
into a portion while the King sings
“backwards: welcome to
the world of Alice
a world about to fall”

:: 09-05-2015 ::

Mighty ghost of a larger
spilled the smaller
pill of love is
the memory of life
we spread(ingly)
our boxVOICE drugged
blood of her mother
and FORward-flung lungs
beg white knight —
REMEMBER the white
sun sings
“LOVE IS IN YOUR HEART
&
IS IN YOUR HEAD”

:: 09-10-2015 ::