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 ::

WHEN the heart is bleeding
and all joy within you
dies — lies
and all the memories
of future sides with
the one who loves
your mind: don’t you want
someone to love you?
somebody to love
your lips baby
say, ‘i don’t want somebody
who loves my body just my
heart’ hurt…blood
AND the dawn comes around
and your man is dead
don’t you want somebody
to love/need someone to
love — your hands in your
head grabbing romance
saying, ‘i don’t want
somebody who loves my
body just my heart’
and your friends laugh
saying somebody loves you
for a fuck and that’s all
then skies split apart
bleeding my own heart
believing i loved

:: 09-10-2015 ::

where the wax burned between my
twixing warbled-throated feeling
saw/did you? The veil of
unIMAGINABLE gently flowing river
of this EVEN LIFE amist
confusion/even\ HORROR
and my vacation from LIFE cut short
by editors of POETRY within prestigious
halls of webs and faulty reason:
reason? Simply not just living
not just living! Those who like
preachers make money selling God/
and poets — so many! Sell their
souls for their reasons! Namely
fame in popular venues like whores
and giglos who spread their life
ashore ship wrecks on shores —
after thunderous forociously weather
— hearts/ to be true to one’s
self and speak with sharp and polite
reason is the word we wish!
RARITY!

:: 09-10-2015 ::