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