This Is America - In 15 Years I Will Be Forced To Eat Human Flesh Or Starve

I want to be corporeally cool, colliding in a
tangent tantrum, intellectually old, aesthetically beautiful,
good smelling, fucking warm and I want to never smell
like formaldehyde or shit breath.

Indecent digs about her in decent digs about no table lamp
in a dark room about a paper breeze, her bees nest atop the
top most flagpole pleasing salute orgasm patriot gunshot
resolute sacrifice blind abstinence chaotic good grief stricken
re-virgin when the womb sucks back in like an emptying sink
that sucking noise ripping at your eardrums like tearing paper like
your 9 year old violently fading from reality in fast forward gutshot
patriot defecate but look at the cameras while you do it

no one can tell me why they do what they do

everyone is scared to think about it

For Everything

Corn bread colour coping cold
tea teasing tenor tennis court
conquest convert coral code of
conscious everything
Quill and tendon portal for a
tender tenor television one
and one by eighty six I couldn't
and I can't be fixed I wish upon a
burning fish I wish and wish and
scream and cough I mediocre sleep
away a panic pallid dreaming day I
want to kill a money pig  I wish to
kill a money pig I vegetate and feel the
pull of raging mother body full I sleep
until I can't be found with teeth awaiting
breathing sound I eat your enemy to bone
I sit upon their stolen throne the patriarchy
bought and sold for mountain young and
meadow gold for womb in cotton blue and
pink for prayers over the kitchen sink for
baby bright and toothless grin for
sleeping in a bed of sin for
any daughter outer space is
full upon their milky face I
sweat profuse I don't know why
I guess I guess I guess I'll die I fade
into a wall of

Future Failure Described

Monsters orate come closer into

fallow is a dirty word now

white noise nutrient brown out 

profit sex organ throbbing 

lease the future

penetrate the present gas

light the angel of any

teenage virgin just for

being irritatingly right or

obstructively right or

unprofitably right or

uncynically right or

right and not yet filled with a 

thirst for 401k performance or

an inexplicable fear of black skin or

a blindness in the direction of robots and

software capitalists

Crusty Judgement

Who waits while I tell stories of things is a big idiot eating a
pear in a plum orchard forward in time until a turn a
wingback bailor open burning leaves in the country in their
shit yard in their shit township with too many teenage pregnant
angels of the collapse of civilization because we let too many idiot
babies survive the 40 week sprint which is a beautiful image because
no fat pregnant idiot can do sprinting in their condition so the only
conclusion I can draw is that I've become mean and jagged in my
premature old age

What Of This

Rapt attack in my slack uniform of slip nothing

black veneer ripple leather lightroom liar

finish final fire file foster friendly friendzone fuck you
fighting for a fucking feeling who is fighting for a feeling 

fleeting value in conjunction feeling value in a function
of a simple sexy sentence do I mean a verbal sentence
do I mean a prison sentence
you tell me you rolled your eyes when I tried to discuss semantics
you tell me you rolled away when I tried to demand semantics 

you said fuck you fuck you when you didn't say a fucking word
when I tried to demand semantics
you said fuck you with your silence
I tried to demand semantics you tried to ignore the meaning 

so what the fuck else is there?

you obviously aren't in the meaning

or of it

or with it

or anyone