THE soul is dying and there’s no Christ
to save you//the roads are littered with
bits and pieces of memories of what was
the gutters are clogged with the spent
Spirits of the living and a dark wind
blows// with a government so corrupt
and we stand listening to the broadcasts
on tv and internet radio to realize we’re all
trapped within the gut of a bizzare machine
and we’re dying together with the falling
sun and overgrown flags and our hopes
i held the hand of my lover wishing saying
“kiss me” to release this dream of a fever
and she took my love one last time
we are the generation of chance
where the dice fall is only by God’s hand
:: 09-11-2015 ::
IN THROAT THERE RESIDES HORROR
WALKING WAKING UP
Oh, i saw a human walking today
pink umbrella made her woman
and nature sang within my head
“i’m woman too”
but the sidewalk was there
and my footfalls told me
there, that is man
the cracks of maturation
like snapped spinal columns
upon a scrabble board
reading, “OXYPHENBUTAZONE”
(the anti-inflammatory med used
to treat arthritis and bursitis)
WORTH: 1,778 points
where the sun sat above me
i wondered how far i could touch
then placed the tiles upon the board
reading, “QUIZZIFY”
(to quiz or question) WORTH 419 pts.
i need oxazepam (392 pts) to reduce
my anxiety now
loving words and that slab of brain
we all carry at the very top of our
physical self. crazy
:: 09-11-2015 ::
HANG NAIL LIKE A GLIDER
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 ::
CAT AND MOUSE CONVERSATION
THE cat with three eyes
saw the mouse with two
said the mouse to the cat,
“i’ll gladly give you cheese
for an eye” whisker-twitching
thinking-cat pondered…
said, “if the toy gets trapped
under the refrigerator,
was it ever a toy at all”
the mouse wept knowing
a third eye is god-like
:: 09-11-2015 ::
NAMES OF PLANTS (and some)
i laugh thinking how
words are used
sued thoughts to bring
meaning to absent life
Love the sausage tree
and “mother-in-law’s cushion”
all the names of plants
i’m too crazy to care
a straight-jacket life
like, “kiss-me-over-the-
garden-gate” Tommy
Jefferson first grew it
– hearld from China
And hell, the “obedient
plant” what makes it
so darn obedient? Not
running over your clean
carpet? Imagine roots
with dirt smearing white
carpet sprinting plants!
O h shit! Still thinking
of people names like
“Ima Reilly Cumming”
or even, “Les Bea Anne Lovers!”
thank you god!
word-smittened!
:: 09-11-2015 ::
NAMES LIKE THESE
i especially delightfully hate
parents who name their children
visciously-bastardly bad:
Linda called me to say her tests
came back negative: “no preggers”
she wept and with a last name of Breedwell!
Last night Anita texted: “i’m so
lonely I think I’ll kill myself.”
I told her: you’ve so many friends,
hang in there girl — and with a name
like ‘Anita Glasscock’ she’s gonna
be fine yeah! What the fuck!?!
No reason! Oh, no thought.
Leaves me so confused, should
i laugh or should i cry?
Today i had a conversation with Andy
he’s the one at the end of the hallway
with a 5 watt bulb overhead
said Andy, “I have two tickets to
a peepshow if you wanna go” i de-
clined and said, “I’m not prone
to flesh and bone” Andy Phuckterpuss
looked at me and frowned.
There’s a special kind’a hell for
those parents — I didn’t even
mention Buster Hymen or even
Dick N. Butts!
:: 09-11-2015 ::
MY WEATHER(ED)I-T-(O-R) MIND
MY weather(ed)i-t-(o-r) mind
had once said:
“be brief
be brilliant
be gone”
there then
i went as General
by slides or
powerPOINT my mouth
what’s wrong(between me
and we?) the space
of i n f i n i t y
time)slows!ME
a bundle of energy
with no mouth
to s c r e a m
the wet muffled attack
of my burning forest’s
n e r v e s
:: 09-11-2015 ::
SMELL THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
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 ::
RATS AND THICK STEMS LIKE I WISH I NEVER KNEW
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
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 ::
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