Friday, June 24, 2011

Vehicle

Vaudevillian loveletter, describe works of nature,
stunned by the end of oil but eureka, I'm moved,
tears flow and I step out of myself, troublesome
silent peaks, troublesome climate

Document your dependence and reflect,
who knows that energy is our central
birthgiver,
praise your car, because
without it you are
nothing.

Excuse me I'm nauseous.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Despite all your bullshit, the reality of

Assholes of the earth expel
hamburger flesh like
a job

Layer layer layer
bullshit bullshit
self aggrandizing moustache
v-neck deep and
three bitches laughing along
at ANYthing you say
fuck mouth

Assholes of this earth or
Earth [sorry/not sorry]
unite[?]
in gang-rape of
something beautiful yet
un realized or
un manifest in
its
entirety so
whoop whoop
hooray and
whoop whoop light
another fire and
crack another
brew and
light light light light that
big ole' bonfire under the collective
asses of every one of your naive or
maybe just optimistic 'old man's YEAH
so kiss his cheek[?} or present your
ass cheeks I'm
really not sure which you're
down for but
something big
and offensive is
coming right[?]

Civilization as we
know it is
a
hilarious
pretence or
joke or
naive fantasy or
maybe strategy or
who knows or
who knows
or
who in the
hell
knows or
...

So I'm tired...
I'm unsure,
I feel unsettled maybe or
unqualified to cast my say
on what happens next...

I'm flawed, yes
I'm weak, oh yes yes,
I'm
I'm
...
I am




and nothing...
So much hair to cover that face, you've
got
So
much hair covering your lovely
face, baby girl I'm
sweating the hard stuff I'm
sweating every little imagined
scenario

Because I'm chronic worry and
I'm a tight gut
mother fucker I'm
annoying
at times aren't
I

(why bother asking you,
I know I am)

So as you cut all
your hair I
imagine this growth
of something something
hair hair love no that's
incorrect it's
hope hope
no
it's
dumb naive it's
fool delusion it's
stomach bursting through
walls of the real Now and
trying to manifest but
reality is the only
God god I

Wait I
Feel I
Tight gut
hunger I
yearn for
thirst in
want for
beg for
dream of
you
and
You
and
You
and I and
You

I make no spelling mistakes when
I'm
in love.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Love is

Your hospital bed is the end of the world,
I stopped killing spiders,
Now I
feel your lips every time I
wash my hands,
hear every struggling breath,
finally learned to weep,
your hospital bed is
love defeated by life.