Saturday, October 29, 2011

Computers

Listless Christ creator I
cried as my
crater heart withstood yet
more and more
impact from the function of
time and naked happenings which are
happening all the time literally
every
time

Crossed legged retreat you
try to breathe but swallow
only water

That's wrong

A Price

Apostate sincerity burns,
you know this because
we all do first hand,
the betrayal of love in
-citing the worst hate
My father's prostate black
-ened in fast forward and I
stood for months in my
body quaking and quaking doing
nothing but living tremors for
Him

Say this labyrinth is a
trope for his
gift?

Then I will
burn it
all
down
laughing
madly
bawling

Rubbing Your Face

In hazy disquiet confesses that
his unyielding sex is regret em
-bodiment, fettered restraint which is
poetry itself yet nonetheless the
truest sad

Tits groping hand leg up biting
lip rake skin corrode a tender
calm
frantic
frantic shivering blurred scope e
-jaculating breath evicting oxy
-gen from lung cavern home out
-ward to inhabit a lone loneness called

without

shiver
hold out your hand for hand
outs of
love or
charity or
com
passion or
kindness or a
kind of a
look from his eyes to
your eyes that indicates
something similar to
knowing but a hands tied
sort of

nothing

I'm sorry

you will just have to endure your
heavy as hell endure your
solid gold cock endure
that
bleeding gallons of life a minute en
-gine that pumps and
pumps and
pumps
god
literally
everwhere without with
out with
out
with out with
out

with

out

with

out


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Resting

In these blankets
I have
too many feet
in these blankets I
have too much
tenure in
these blankets
I
have ten sickle shaped
fingers clutching
one
hammer shape
penis in
these blankets I
have no one
in
these sheets I have
a heat in
in these blankets I
sleep and then
don't sleep
in these
blankets I have
sweats for some
teenage virgin in
these blankets I
lied to Universe
herself in
these sheets I stir
in
these blankets a
cloud came
in these
blankets I
monologued a
new testament in
these blankets I sobbed
the old one in
these sheets beneath
pleated skirt safety my
mother died in
these blankets I
discarded virginity in
these
blankets wars were
fought in
these blankets I
never return

Growing Season

Hold your heart up and out
of your chest in your
palm for loving
Christ and living
God hand God
hand kiss breath
whisper baby
time and time and
time
and
so much time and
some amount of
space more space and
more a love than
caving infinity can
suggest

infinity stomach infinity
eyes infinity saliva in
-finity chewing your
leg to leather chew
-ing your lips to
dust chew
-ing your fingers
like therapy chew
-ing your fucking
ovary devour your
garder devour your
garden devour your
garden de
-vour your
garden devour
your garden devour your
garden
then

Tired, Muttering

Numb mouth clenched fist stomach
love

Hate an angel of winged brilliance and winged
everything every
thing more than you can
be or have

so
salvation sleep temporary or
permanent until it's not yes

tricky trickster sleep, fooling
finally some sense of arriving in
a comfortable skin

and then toosoonmorning brings
fresh hard-on and
pyroclastic orgasm comes like a mouth screaming at
thousands of feet per second to
eat every piece of your
brand new calm



Sunday, October 9, 2011

Glut

Confiscate sadistic america wisdom,
commandeer eastern womb to bear
fragile ceramic born orphans whose
gut flora jump ship on dream row
boats and winged shits
ape economy couraged by
Promethean ambition whose
liver now is the people
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
eat everything on your plate
when we forgot that we don't need
everything we can take
eat everything on your plate

Last Breathing Moment

Tide flee seabird sea tread water salt
ash engine forward fastly fasting heavenward
try muddy water wilting wander hips sore
from winter store to store to summer
lore of tree spirit book djin who let
the armies of Isreal in even though
they were nothing but dried bones
who saddened over burnt bread
took shelter from His wrath yet
drank His milk sweet bathing
silkworm working title term
fuck flirt with firefly notions of
foxes loping through the
dirt gallery to halls bursting from
the echoes of heartbeats that
are the manifest destiny of
Christ's throbbing human
erection in indifference to
taste and questioning skin
I'd rather taste the flesh of
foreign fruit than drown in
the queer parading chasm of
stupid certainty which is
the universal dumb
I'd like to die in
a glass tunnel over water

Crying

Television temptress ten cessations of
tenure quarrel fuck quarrel fuck this
cyclical love moon cycle hate
Qualities of skin, rise and fall of
breath and breast who drowns in
time and space
breathe stories
because they're everywhere and
every material thing

Oblivion

Finger tips lyrical lips and stick figure
rib illustration of a woman who
doesn't eat and
doesn't care for herself who
smokes heavily
drinks often who
poisons time with doubt and
sabotages time with doubt I
tried to shake her
tried tried struggled to
open her with
fists repeatedly to her
eyes
eyes
I liquor up because
there's nothing left to
do

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Skin Spots

I've got fistfulls of
sand and
hair and
ash and
stars and
you and
stones and
cut glass and
fitfully sleeping
nights wake
exhausted days

Friday, October 7, 2011

Inventory

I have too many feet
my hands hung up
perforated lips hold
no water
my tongue flows away
shut eyes open blinded bright
breast filled with fright and fright and
hair smouldering it's burned for ten
generations but only at night
birds stopped gathering on
laugh lines ash
skin cash money paid in debt
no more my skin
teeth hollow eggshell brittle white
gums bleed gums will go to seed in
belly which is just a hungry thing
feed to it virgins and throwaway afterthoughts
centrepiece cancer cornucopia basket bread
board with this my threadbare body
cup of christ habits for no one
board with my loving bag of bones
or just sip your wine
in silence

Health Problems

Dawn down, missile motion towards the
ocean thump, glass tattoo wilting petal fade
teardrop orgasm guilting thrust
distrusted guts hold baby rust ovary
insist in cystic shakedown
her vagina bleeds constantly
art which is love de
feated by life but
breathing obligation purchases
a day and
another day
slight hand deftly conducting
cacophonous romance
attempting fuck
accomplishing seed
shakedown
sleep
I have too many feet

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Cancer Everywhere

Are these the ending days, when
the pines lay down and the moss kisses,
skeletons of leaves crackle like
twisted fingers and the dog is
too old, when the bible flesh
loses material presence and
there is nothing left but
shadows of questions

Pages of dust, I breathed away the book,
I emptied this vault heart and scuttled my
stomach and I hung my legs up and I
lay down my arms beside my hands and I
was just a head and a hole with
searching eyes left
nothing to search

I have cancer
everywhere

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Want

When all need can be refuted, which it can,
then want becomes the only true need.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

I Think

It's good to have enemies,
so far as I can tell, pull, some force
some something feeling somewhat like
a hell of heartache and unknown
future
the one you love is
the one you fear the most