Monday, January 30, 2012


My heart my
my heart

Friday, January 27, 2012

E.P and Femme

Ezra lived during possibly the
most powerful(?) span of time and
he saw from (A)>(B) what was possibly
greatest of
changes in our modern age and he
wrote your name and he wrote your
poem in stone and somehow
tattooed it
on me and on
me and that you are his
Portrait and not mine and
that I shall never
own a thing and
that I shall own only a shadow of
shadow of a
wolf with
horrifying teeth that I
really actually love,

now am I lost in
every facet of

Art and the Universe

The volume within the vessel can never BE the vessel.


A large part of your life is
figuring out
how to sleep at night

Thursday, January 19, 2012


Felix fell icy fall
so ironically unlucky then and
unhappily do I and he pray some
kind of muted stain prayer
god sweet christ cry love and
tear everything from himself that
he thought was dear
burn the stranger at the table
burn every foreign impulse and
sleep with the arranged
teenagers who arrive at
your his hotel room and just
surrender to the two
thousands because
this is how it works and
this is every
in your decaying body and
if you sting
if you feel somewhat nauseous you
will be relieved of your
so cold post you
will be relieved from the wall you
will be relieved of the black you
will be relieved of oath you
will be relieved of some sort of brother-
hood and even then don't fret because
you tried he tried we tried they tried he
tried he tried he tried he

set fire

do it

go away from this place while
it's still your idea


Explosions of centralized heart gestures
which is to say I'm coming a gallon of
tearful frontbrain expression which
is to say I'm punching myself incredibly
hard in the back of the neck
and lips and lips and parted little lips
girl baby
touch this vein
feel it caving in? feel it gushing some sort
of mortal sin?





breathe unthinkingly

liquored extremely
dulled and yet rocketed to some
height of fuck

with teeth would
tear your
throat from your

I'd love it

I just came

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


Handshake fuck, coordinate love with hate and
tongue in teeth lockdown spitting fast curses to
caress a body of fleshy writhing dishonesty and
manipulation which is a kind of a sex but also a
kind of a destroying or disintegration of his self and
every self and it's a hateful act and she herself is
some manifestation of a hateful sort of love and
her carbon is and was and will be in some way
imprinted with His stamp of holy disapproval which
is a big deal and speaks volumes for her
place in heaven and pity her and pity her oh
curses curse
skeleton fuck and a
bone structure tight-skinned face an
aesthete goddess a beauty queen corpse a
rib cage a pair of sticks for legs a
set of tits like tiny little pyramids that are
barely pyramids but speak to some
of which I care very little but I
entertain just to
placate Her
women with their
wetness and
truly those who possess
the actual beauty because
men are more of some kind of
package and men
are somehow more boring or
less surprising of a creation or a
discovery in this universe of
spaces and things
But the women are this gift
this stumbled upon mystery or...

My mouth is open

I shall close it before I say too much

Because no one is paying me for this