fragmentation.

the second floor lights illuminate madness
click the slideshow thru the inevitable carousel
point blank -> death shot-thru

relinking the slide to the past/part the red sea
mourning the warm manure back through


unfrightening event/no future to see point

inevitability, nauseatingly discuss seething ruin

untitled #4

will it be the days spent with you
rapturously making love;

vulgar hyena-laughter zeroed thereto.

will it be the day spent headthru
ceiling;

ragdolled pose nothingness.

will it be the laying in bed
again counting lie-like sheep;

fornicating jesus of the west speaks no more.

will there be endlike/endtimes—fires
arrive purge dawn through miraculous evening of silence
not heard;

or will it just end, muslin covered evening slopes back toward inevitable powerdown.

hot tin roof

looking out back window
rubbery watching the bag-dressed anorak
to filthy non-boots blown blustery windward

commentary: re: is this thing on;
and as the sweet smelling flesh passed by
thought occurs of the melodious type

sweet symphonic strings play


turns to new day; finality of ancient daysense done

epigraph

i have resigned myself
to this
born from nothing
the thought in
that we would eat the fire
bang the keys
'til _______________________



you told me
.... once upon a time ...
back when we had
+ to -

'&yur so smart in so many ways
n stupid at the same time'


&& as in so much
yer right

so this, this is my swan song to you
sweet laughing unicorn of nothin

we sat around the table and thought that you(me)
could make whole that that was took.
unfortunately for us,
most who are felons - conviction ain't occurring


2.

we were born into this empty place ;
bad wom(a)en,
bad m(a)en

we blew a horn - ain't no wall collapsin.

time falls like some sort of cliché broken leaf from withered branch
this nothing is the mantra of 0

and as we lie
lovelessly devoid;

this is not uncommon,
how regular

Thatched Roof on a Burning House

incompetent incontinent; poopin & droopin
crawl into garbage bag and make peace with god

guard; en garde

flocks of the famouser of several nearly-flightless birds
dawned suddenly across nearly gunmetal grey sky

preparations begun throughout the night created tense conversation
peppered, liberally cursed
wrath being prime motivating force
blinded pharisees speak toungeish drivel
awaiting the rise of bezerker godhead

...

sliding barge rolls by garbage filled, extant
nichiren riding carp
killed by errant stroke; returns

...

positively jabbering at the sight of scorched sea
screaming fishes
all descended upon - birds to do their damndest

for eign

iwill probably embarrass
you @ some point
god (our LORD) knows how
we do;

sing a solomonic song

i will never embarrass
you @no point
god (our LORD) knows how
we do;

in the opening i chanted
your names
12 times 12
is a square;

and at the end
concede to patience

fault lined face, open man

this is what we
talk about when
we pray to the LORD

how we do

odious; any particular wednesday

laying sprightly in green-tinged riverside room
sounds of final fisty victory

be perfectly still
be perfectly still
be perfectly still

-

insipid sounds of 1995 radioed throughout cover tossed quadrant
limey painted wall reflects spirally the passing of time and passing out

sloppy requieted accessory
pretty much the same as everytime

not shit well in a month

parsing the decaying matter sprayed from fecal hole (shot in the night through elevatored shotglass)

throwing bones looking for friendly-augured rhythm
automatically associated foe-fiend splits the basis point down the middle, right to the gnarled quick

casting 20sided die does the same

___#2___

and there was a man who once told me
"if the druggin don't kill me, the boozin will"

and as semantical arguments become a past-problem
the more pressing of the now-problem is readily sunshined apparent

2:53

thunderous heart multiplies
the fancy-sick threaded note-passing

the radiatored flow is non stopping earnestness
this descends into a flash in pan

feral dogs round in cages
i see them slightly baring their teeth

recon failed.

Ring Cycle

#1

glistening bird tumbles through skylighted dawn
specked with shotblood struck from sky
blotted out nightingale song

#2

goat herds look uptoward; trumpets make for acrimonious greeting
circular hand-claptrap sounds the beginning of a new day
steam-set sunrise deifies man
we all awake screaming

#3

that that begins in the night continues to the day
there was finality of circumstance
eventuality of mistake - received telephonically
restaurant door swing aggressively shut
smoking heavily through raspy lungs

#4

unicorns are extinct for a reason.
when i saw you there; misshapen face
what to have final say in things that could not be anymores
came like offtracked train

#5

as if nothing came by the meadow
couch crumpled mess of junky addled liver
mourning 1 - 4
weepily motioned mess of man; lumpen clayform
forgetting tomorrow

Alternate Field; Pitchshift

the smallest voice heard came across
flattened ether;
packet-less ear&to ear - mouthlessness

disheveled bean spills from languid doorway
toward uncertainty
momentary vortexical eye-path

thunderous gallop toward the boathouse
row the mighty whale; wake behind - slanted V

threshold misaligned;
creaky vertical slit of light

And on the 7th Day, He Rested: Pale Horse, Pale Rider

the behemoth dried tongue
split the cord wood down the weakest fault line

medicated, there was a shadow of a sudden shock-troop-trauma
whathat played out like slo mo camp counselor teaching woodcraft

as the open mouthed leviathan continued consuming
all of the wooden soldiers stood bleating cries of sudden demise

foul breathed screaming demon tore
through splintery crap
like the motherfucker he is/was

and then silence within the ranks
espirit de corpse was shattered rudely

the fateful playing of the cockadoodle doo brought a state of morning
emptied lot where something once stood brought into
compliance

beating of leathery faced winged terror flapflapflapping through broken heads arms legs torn-so

onward to a golden morn

the flight to gradient

and on a beech wood fire
tumult turn toward the tom-tom beat

slash-lightening from old background


i play acrostic dancing from square one sunnily

requiem for nothin

type on the knick knack writing machine that spouts lies and
half truths to all around - forgetting words are literally literal literature and we bemoan the moaning that just went through both of our lungs

we dance around the subject of the thing that is or is not and we spread our legs continually - cocks out to the nearest electrified fence so we ride the lightning and we ride the flesh-pole

everything begins to make the least amount of absurd sense and we look at sunspots and discuss the closeness of farness

but when the inevitable question is finally asked by the asker, there turns out to be no answer and this is not what's inevitable

fist fucking frolicking nightmare of a potentiality; sloppy hotness of a wet american summer - let's dance on the beach and forget that we know each other

Conduct Unbecoming

proceeds with war prayer and and no consistency means
a consistency of no; and followed throughout by the unctuous slapping of gristle-y flesh
and the raspy tuba that i hear at night is usually the signal of creeping cancerous error

...

i pray for the fox
i pray for the mighty bee
i pray for breath
i pray for the giant squid
i pray for death

...

light firebug and scream into the morning, a new fountain of (no)hope awaits

Prayer for War

breathing is not coming easily



neither are words

gas is unfindable

Zealotry in Furs

dropped the charge, sounded the siren flew into fits of
sousaphone bleeting crescendo to unbearable heights

plump fists with wicked tatts began a staccato spine-tingling
the birth was painful, brain swelling flood of amniotic fluid drenched the soulless

motherfuckers, them all

Morning of the First

words run out of time and we ran out of time and

facing the inevitability of the end we strolled through the grassy earthworked damspace



arm in armed fashion and without the intent the plans made disappeared and we followed nothing

the buddha can damn himself
krsna too
god,sj can leave me alone





at a time there was the pleasure of the vastness of nothing
replaced with the sometide of non-pleasure

and when i woke up without the sting of the mourning in my eyes i was happy and you were too

trumpets
trumpets
trumpets


call forth the misery of the fall of the empire

Pith Helmet

wake to the staccato of junky voices moaning pornography
unsure of positioning;relation

rumpled body fills bed area
between the walls, nothing

else exists &there's no connectivity
planned&
panned and re:
ejection

miniscule

there is a constant scourge of sweetened earth spitting against the window
feeling the oppressive jackboots of so many bureaucratic sheep
no longer thinking so fastly or sanely or even just ...

thinking

is not to be done in cases such as this apparently the cloroform is all that's needed to ensure a proper night's rest

silence is not golden

i am not a crook

really well good and done and fine and sloth and slept funny last night
and am finding that i'm not invincible. what a let down however finding that

that's not so bad you see i'm falling down
which lets me know that i'm alive and all
and i find that i find that finding out isn't as fine as not finding at all

hang in;

on an oaken branch
floating, the saline
solution fetus

and on a plinth
we burned away hope
replaced with ______________

sun rises, eastward
bow to the sign
kiss the ring of popes

turbine

tip tap tapping
on the hail satan! key

hypo manic chastity
living high on mighty sword

sucking on the marrow of the damned
when do the helicopters descend

all resolved resolutions are axiomatic
silk cord around tight neck
rewarded with fixation

slaughter

neck vomit tits to the east side
rise above the fray calling to the
devil-icious

tastes like chocolate
early in the warm post-baked
goo

megaphoning pack-like
toward
the new moon

soul/less

twigs snaps at the speed of sound
incredible automatic fist breaks
glass ceiling of cathedral spire

entombed cement cast goat head
brings further clanging closure

altogether:

broken arms learn to clap
broken arms learn to clap

ad inf

trolling nets plunge downward pulling
creatures from the briny depth toward

light not seen at this refraction
eyes opened; film peeled back to reveal broken
iris

swans begin to sing a little

almost out of words

crimetyping crybaby selfabsorbed hedonist
automatic---creation of spontaneity of nothing
doin time pushing holes through eyes




trilling thrillride to th deep seaside seashore awakend by explosions

Monday the 12th

pressed return
to arrive

start time



playd spectral academy with a pocket full of lint

increasing hornet's nest, papier-mache grouted tub

circled around the ending
spinning spinning spinning

escape too

Dont't Cry, Scream

carriage
returns
miss

you

&&

following
mattress directions

we're not setting fire to the automat
&&we eat the glistening ham mulch the fat

burn to embers as making ba'al
loosn the knots i think you're choking

don't cry

head down

on a drivethru

wash the car stereo
play excellent hits
rockin thru the 90's


and the sponges wipe away the
furrowed brow
some leaves fall, we dance mightily
thru the day

The Melvins Are The. Best. Band. Evar!

how many moles do you suppose they're keeping



...

don't make a sound they're not dead just sleeping

infinite, , ,

am completely in an omlette


foreign forces impeding
sleet on metal

faster/something

and every night i think

____________

(it's pedantic)

and i find that i feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel
some/nothing

let's play the rifle volleys
and dance the pocket full of posey


we all feel like the dinosaur, extinction
is the new
coke.

divide by 0

almost filling ___________________________


assault &&

(non)intent
sometime

let's shoot
redemption
this is not an exit

Faster/Onward

uterus           &crow wing
inner eye           &projection
&&            there's no call
baby             still face is all
there's no money           typing bloodied

Buson, True.

I cannot see her tonight
I have to give her up 
 So I will eat fugu

- Yosa Buson

Right Under The Big Sky, I Don't Wear A Hat

the distance celebrates with whiskey jig
where we dance, two years of isolation

self indulgent, i cut you flowers

escape clause was honored, barely two nights ago we created

Undecided/known

The night I played ball with Jesus (LORD) and he broke my legs
after I bet him I could dunk
was low.

Sitting in the window,
unmoving. still always a lovely unicorn.

Face bloodied, slap-happy, make me dance for nickles.

One Word Poem, That I Mostly Stole

frigth

Splinter

That is all.

Macabre?

We ate for a while, the dark increased. Cows were watching.

I Don't Like Thomas Friedman

What Nandan is saying, I thought, is that the playing field is being flattened... Flattened? Flattened? My God, he's telling me the world is flat!

I saw that you were pied in face.


Middle-brow, for Middlebrow.

Tuesday

glorious tongue of Pan
calls forth the Bacchanal

play the tone on garbage flute
succor the un-needy, abandon the dead
heaven is rent in the early morning beams


wanton flesh seizes the mind
spread out like tidal sand

To Seed; Or A Life In Song

The time to plant draws neareth.


There are no attendant issues. I cannot find my camera.

Teen Wolf, American Classic

I have an idea for another tattoo.



Or, maybe when he's breakdancing.

Let Me, Let Me, Let Me

Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad

Sprinkler, Mr. Sprinkler

Streaks on the china,
never mattered before,
who cares.

When you dropped kicked your jacket
As you came through the door,
No one glared.

But sometimes things get turned around
And no one’s spared.

All hands look out below
There’s a change in the status quo.
Gonna need all the help that we can get.

According to our new arrival
Life is more than mere survival
We just might live the good life yet.

Hot Garbage

I like to sit in my garden and think about things. Lately, I've had much to think about.

1. Why does the river smell like that?
2. Where do these methadonians come from, and why are they rummaging around so much?
4. Why does this beer taste like that?

Two Things I Like

Scale not to scale.
Proportion does not equate enjoyment.

Goat

I read today is Goat Day.


I like goats

Burrito

I had been quiet for some time. Lately, I have been loud.

The loud is amusing, insofar as life is amusing.

Rejoice.