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.

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.

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.

Her

Whose violence is vocal, whose
lyrical exhalation is a cold wind,
whose eyelashes are nets trapping
the bycatch of beautiful vision,
whose sweat is a fuel for sleeping
sickness,
whose history is an ocean of tears,
whose love is measured in the
misspent years between trying
and hopelessness, between
the faceless I and the changed
I,
whose two spirited truth seals
this night time casket,
night time night,
whose cruelty is soft, and
innocent, and honest.

I understand/I don't understand.

Time

It's almost
time.

...To a box in a hole in the Earth which is a sphere...

Crashed astronaut or naked
ape, or damn
fool tabby cat, throbbing
heart and shiver cage

Shell of plaster shaking
in a wind, aging in fast forward,
forwardly spiralling backwards in
the 4th dimension

Hail of empty lung prayers is the
story of the night time night,
common, very
very common

Now I'm not long for this world,
the shakes are getting worse and
my brave cowardice is peaking on
angry fuel

Who is fed up, who is tired, and
who simply disagrees with the
structure of the
It or who simply
cannot navigate the deafening
noises patterns of human
emotional language and
interpretation,
yes, who speaks and speaks and
speaks and is never
understood in 1:1

So I will die and lose*
this Thing I know, it will
never see humans.

Gasping Gasping Gasping

I feel different, difficult, devoted ghost, starving heart...

Listless eyelids useless art,
band of sleepers band apart,
Caution eyesore karmic lamb,
foolish tabby this I am
Gentle nightmare wooded jaw,
bloody bed sheet manger straw
Fleeting chapter crooked spine,
frozen tongue converging line
Sinew silence gasping sex,
gasping gasping gasping -
hex
Coral sunset beauty keep,
waking vision chorus sleep
Callous gesture fickle eye
Friendless snowfall baby sly

and
Gasping gasping gasping -
sleep and
gasping gasping
sleep and
gasping sleep and
-.

Angel # 2

Travel miles following the periods that
trail your sentences, you always
spoke in broken english

This child is a bridge between us,
my heart to your belly,
we built a furnace to
bear a star

So I've been time
traveling again through
letters, baby girl my
compass.

Angel

Lips ellipsis sister
hold my hand,
bear my vision and
carry me for water,
and someday meet
this angel she's my
daughter.

Lips ellipsis sister
wait
three days eight hours
5 cigarettes and a
glass of water

When you meet this angel
see your daughter.

Harpoon yourself, Idiot

'Yes, there are plenty of fish in the sea,
but I've only ever concerned myself with
Moby fucking Dick....'

'I told you this, I meant it....'

I would trade all of this
poison for the
vanilla boring safety of
love.

A dog, a
house,
kids.

Ignore

Sanctimonious I, fucking,
RIGHT?
BABY?

That's right.
Ignore the junky even
when he sees.

Avoiding A Tragedy

Abort that fucking baby,
Good Friday

Disorientation

Fire handguns into the night while
tigers hang in still time, faces of
men with no faces weep

Lying, the beautiful bride
takes everything, insult,
injury
pride

Noise patterns in chaos,
typical nights in
blackout drunk or approaching,
cannot hear over the
thin

thin

silence

450 for 35 Minutes

Wake in a room of tinfoil?
Trying to cook yourself no doubt,
oven of half baked ideas it's
not your fault

A little sugar a
little salt a little
love a little truth
a little honesty
a little wisdom
and blood from
anything that
moves

A tooth
an eyelash a
dash of tear drop
confession

Recipe
fur

Red Planet

Mars is above us, the
moon is gone,
red eye in the ceiling
of black black blankets and
fuck me, it's beautiful

Times like these, elegance gives
way to truth unbound,
fingers give way to tongues and
sound and I give
to gravity of moon gone
Mars

Red eye in the ceiling
Red eye in the night

***

'Wait', Impossible

And time filled with nothing,
ulcers ulcers ulcers
rhapsody intestinal
but everyone says 'wait'

Impossible

Big exit is calling

Sleep

Stuck

A lot of assholes and
a hard place

Drink up

Yellow teeth,
deserts in kansas
and stigmatizing smile
Fourteen minutes of safety
followed by two minutes
of repeated stab wounds to
the chest and gut
Do not let sadness and anger grow
Black cast iron pot filled with
bones and bones
and some water and salt
making bone soup and
you call that soup,
that's laughable
Train yard, train station
you have some fixation
with coming and going and
thousands of people
passing which,
is funny,
because you hate nothing more than
change
You dream of jellyfish constantly,
suffocating on that animated plastic,
killer afterbirth some kind of cruel
joke
Ramble, in your chair in the
empty room
in the
dark
in your apartment
in your hell
that is
a heaven
of sorts
Your sarcasm doesn't always outweigh your
weakness
Drink up
Forget
Your chin is nearly on your
chest

A Vision Of The Universe As Seen From The Beach Next To An Ocean That Doesn't Exist

Fish bowl museum
ocean of truth to drink in
live in
pray for

At the edge of that ocean
sand dunes stretch for
dreaming days, miles
until we wake from
milky smoke screens of
spinning

Eyes dance behind curtain
lids but catch the glow of
so many suns,
buried in those dreams
the hint of all the days
passed

Shivering now on a beach as
unfamiliar as this two mooned
night, I

Wait
By fireside for the tide
to ebb, for the one
winged albatross who
said nothing and nothing
then everything
all

in an
instant of
more
everything

There was
nothing
linear
about it

It was so
so
loud.

Headaches and Fingers

Beneath a suffocation cloud be
near me suffocation loud and
fear three visions:
a child
a bone
a broken branch

Entropy smoke in my eye, the
stinging electric the first feeling
in days aside from
gut
oh gut,
how I feel you

Suffocation cloud become the
silent treatment in a shroud of
headaches and fingers
headaches and fingers
headaches and fingers

March 2, 2011 and A Mystery Cloud

Did you attend the
coronation of the sky king

You did,
with every breath, with
eyes closed sleeping,
your horizontal prayer
to him

In your distorted room,
wide angle horizons,
muted whites,
you float above the bed
somehow stealing your
photographs right from
my dreams

Which is why I'm
obsessed

I don't know how you do it

Only the sky king knows
and he hates me

Pardon me,
it's time to
pull at my skin again

I have to go

'67 or '11, Sweltering

This is our summer of
love so
love the bomb, drink
water from the bong, take
lessons from the dharma eating
pigeons in the streets, take
what you need to
eat sleep shit shit shit
and
eat sleep weep weep weep for
sixty four hours of hell on earth

This is our sweet summer of love,
our sweltering hell.

You're Right

There IS nothing worse than
too late.

In The Mirror

You're too busy having bandaid orgasms and
chasing entropy smoke to face your fears,
put your fist through that
(twelve month) eternity wall, and
finally, skull fuck
The Universe with that
veiled seed of Everything,
the Know that you are
luckycursed to have growing
in your belly ever since the
conception of your reason.

Sex is revolting;
turning inside out
from the guts is
the only thing that matters
anymore.
Angrily.

meditate on

Am I a teenage boy or a teenage man?
Question mark tattoos adorn my
hands as sand and keys
pour from my mouth

Like words from pleading eyes I
nearly hypnotized from the
afterglow of dreams I sit
straight as the line I did not
trace I
meditate

on the past the present, future
and meditate
on which of those worlds I
should occupy

and meditate
on why I no longer
weep

and meditate
on

and meditate
on

and meditate
on

Borders Boxes Echo Borders

Box, echo box, drag a dead man through the streets

Coronation sound like rattle breath for borders I

will never rest to eat

A Syllable Called

Then our genitals will grow on trees and we'll
fuck the forest at night for kicks and seeds

Useless oceans for thirsty planet, that's a
million dry mouth requiems, a
cacophony

Of sound of sight of
sound mind in spite of
the sum of all truths condensed
into a syllable called

Knowing

nebulous cloudthinking,
sincerity in bathtub recordings,
a confession,
a rooftop gasping kill like
orgasm beneath water,
who've had their fill
but stolen everything more but
less than the every thing of
history

a personal more

human

structure and tears
holding hands with
logic meeting gut I,
I
EYEFUCK a blurry moving picture,
more of a vision,
angrily ogle... that...thing
that is called.... the
WHAT
that I am supposed to "do"

distaste, and
I hasten to blur my own
vision with liquor and
tits and
tits and
tits and

useless fucking sex

learning is difficult
knowing is unbearable

Advice

Don't build your foundation on
the jello of sex, sweet
transparent and
nutritionally
empy

Flows

This is the sound of a one track mind
trapped in a
one track time a
line a
pencil piece of string
an
unforgiving kiss
a
letter soaked in
sweat and love and
unforgiving love
and
you
and everything I
ever asked of
you

beloved

magic fingers magic
hands
of
black and white tonal perfection
oh!
I can't even steel myself to look any
longer I
can't even hold the book
any longer

the one unpublished
the one that grows like cancer
somewhere
between us
coming

it weighs me down
pulls me down like
the anchor I swore I'd
be

so where's my
anti
gravity

now?

I don't know

I don't know
where you are

Wait a second....

.... you knew I'd never be finished, that I have an infinity of things to tell you...
... so why did you ask me if I had anything else to say?

Who Scares The Hell Out of Me....

I'm writing you a book but
you're going to burn it in the
back alleys of your dark heart,
you won't read it you'll just
tear it apart but I'll write it
I will.

Everything I do I do for you.

Everything I do, to impress a girl.

Recurring Dream - Rough

He wakes in bed, a furious storm is raging outside
He's afraid to look, ocean waves are crashing against
the window of his second story bedroom,
his house is out to sea

Pious

Making small talk with silence

3:52 am

A girl who'll take her clothes off,
an angry fucking mouth,
owls perched in trees looming
over little children with
bloody knees lost in the dark
at night, parents out with
flashlights and intestines
twisted tighter than God's love
for you,
for you.

I want to set this room on fire.
To watch it.

I need to die.

I want you to

Grey cutout, of smoke,
easily dispersed presence,
I hope you die, for peace for
sleep finally proper
sleep

Don't think, don't talk dont
speak,

I know it

I know what I've become

Fold

Do you pull me,
legless prayer for sightless eye,
I fold, and again, seven times until
I am just layers of myself

Twin Particles

Carousel bitter
molasses prize
firework daytime
toppling revelry

Television shoes
reading hat
companion plant
coffee sunset

Laminate breakfast
waffle lung
anthem careful
atlas gun

Foreplay foreword
forest four
fire furnace
finger filming

Black Berry Letters

Just burn my letters when they arrive

Shuffle

Shuffle,
deck of cards smells like
bedsheets and hair,
finger prints fade from them
like breath on glass
The birds outside
somehow weather the cold,
I drink warm lemon water
from a cup and watch
They chirp
dutifully, song
of the arcing sun

Shuffle,
smoke cigarettes from memory
Shuffle,
my skin remains vigilant
Shuffle,
what's coming

Finally, The Words

Finally, I found the words I found
the way to manifest the Thing
I've been losing my mind in
trying to do to say

Grip the flesh that covers my ribs,
dig deep, pull

Finally, familiar touch.

His Lips

Petals to finger tips
like tongue tastes human metal,
he plays his harmonica
until his lips bleed.

Love is killing yourself to have something
life isn't worth living without.

Ages

Wrinkled pleasure
tissue dry
lunar meadow
tired eye
headless horses
horseless race
silent novel
crawling pace
mountain fancy
sunrise night
forest flatland
skyless flight
shadow beaming
hidden bone
rusty glimmer
water stone
crooked eyelash
smile scar
palm confession
whisper far
table prison
statue pale
bookshelf safety
mantle jail
honest fire
castle cold
halls remember

the king and queen
are old

The Theory

His soul swims in a thimble as
our eyelashes collect dust and
you write the history of God
backwards in a notebook
addressed to
the past, a hotel room
that doesn't yet exist

The moment of conception
was loud and
beautiful

Heavy Tongue Heavy Feeling

Clap the sun to keep secret handshakes hidden deep
Plan perfection in the rundown to the lake
Rivers seep like eyelids at 3 am

Drink blushing honesty like butterscotch schnapps
Wrinkled smiling moments delight
Fingers intertwine like spiderwebs tangle

Puddles of us take form each morning upon waking
I remember my solidity and you never catch the otherwise
Because you were dreaming with me

Days of days within night times of decades
Boxes of time containing nothing but everything
Everything is stardust, even the nothing

Confusion is a game we play
Because knowing becomes tiresome
Our truths need rest

Questions are dialogues with heart shaped rooms
My chest contains a child
My gut its sister

I suppose this is gravity.

Don't worry, I'm not thinking what you're thinking I'm thinking

An open letter to my brothers and sisters,
to my better others and worser lovers,
to those I've scorned and those who born
yesterday
will someday feel my kindness
An open letter to mom
and dad
to the greatest bad that ever could be
waiting, waiting, like a sharp toothed shadow
for me
To every girl I ever kissed, later pissed off
but wished I could fix
And maybe it's too late now,
it is late,
literally

So maybe I should sleep
I should climb deep deep within the sheets
and dream of peace like war has never been
like my heart's never seen
I'll
dream

The only hate I know, is a loving kind of hate
Those who never meant anything
could never bring it out in me

And I wish that for once, finally
they'd get that and
give me
a break

I hate honestly,
frailly
Lovingly

Lash

My mouth is dirty, laugh
Such an angry mob of teeth, a
throbbing muscle ache of
need need need hate hate and
my intentions are literally the
utmost good but
nobody trusts and
nobody knows each other
anymore
right (?) so
I don't want to
I don't want to
Imagine that I'm wrong
I'll just keep singing this
song of stomach hate this
song of clenching fists.

It's time to drop the bombs.

The Heaviest Gut

To convulsing trees, blue wind and

rubber bullet bees

that sting the night and

to the blackened light

all bruised and smiling,

to the baby boy

all bruised and smiling,

to the grass, green and garbage,

to the truth that's bigger than large and

to the lie that's bigger than large and to

my mother mother

mother mother