Tuesday, October 11, 2016

8




ACTIVE SHOOTER

What happens while I'm asleep?
Hassle-free installments upload.
Older installments lose their time.
There are only devices anymore.

What did I do last week?
I worked. 
I ran out of beer. 
I only had so much time.

What happens to a child's brain in my freezer?
It shrugs its shoulders, 
Shoves its hands into its pockets and whistles away. 
There are no surprises anymore. 




THE TALE OF THE BURNED ALIVE PAKISTANI GIRL

I’m testing for HIV while doing her.
The puke of a burned alive Pakistani girl 
Claims tribal practices bring dishonor to humanity.

Pakistani tribes contain the smegma of the enigma of 
Parades of extra-large HIV.
Here’s hoping misshapen bears will eat me alive.  




AMERICA IS A CESSPOOL OF ISIS PROPORTIONS

ISIS blows retards.
I'm retarded when I break down all that I am.
Shut up and kiss me, retarded America.

The pleasure from books I’ll never read was radicalized online.
There's nothing like the pleasure from books I'll never instantly pleasure.
I squirt ketchup on my pubes so I can dunk my fries when I am naked.




SOULS

Tables skip to the lifespan of a dog.
Tables dominate the coagulated.
Their dumbfuck form is the most important soil. 
Ghosts of dumbfuck soil add to the worth of unknowing.




BOMBS HIT KIDS MOURNING KIDS KILLED BY EARLIER BOMBS

A street on feet arrives heroically.
The troll in the bathtub is its nose.
Have you ever forgotten how to piss while contemplating lesbian sex?
You have blowfish arms.




THE FAILURE OF REALITY

The cloud of unknowing is gross nice.
The white man fathers his own doom.
The white heroes clash over who should have control over the superpowered. 

Radioactive boars are running wild and breeding uncontrollably
With ancient wild cows and horses.
I imagine this being hugely emotional viewing for a black lady.

I tieback my nuts to get in touch with my inner black Miller woman.
Americans can do anything. 
Fuck the glue-sniffing bottle collecting orphans at Howrah Station. 




NO LIVES MATTER

A stray cat attacks two people. 
A garbage collector tests positive for rabies.
He's now part of a wild colony.

The skeleton of a man found at his daughter's home
May have been there for eight years.
Police have been in my bedroom for three.

A stray cat will be dead in March.
The skeleton of a man found at his daughter's house is infinitely nostalgic.
Lives annoy me.




THE WRETCHEDNESS OF THE SUBURBS

I didn’t become a soldier.
I wanted treats.
I read myself.
I go to mindless imagination.

I went to Mali.
I was fished out of a divided highway.
They called me Koreduga Vulture Man.
I was worshipped because I missed office furniture piled up on the street.

Go to an overturned shed.
Add an iPad snuggling next to an iPhone to every weekend.
Technology is a solace for people who hate each other.
Add the act of you sitting on the toilet to rid yourself of my jazz.

Friday, May 20, 2016

5 POEMS



MILLER/BECKETT/LI PO

I visit my birth home.
Flowers fill it.

They fart.
An inflatable Beckett

Escorts me out of my old home.
Our exile knows

So much beauty is Li Po
Drowning in a lake

He cannot empty out.
That's entertainment.


THE BIG ABANDONED MAIN STREET ALL NIGHT

An air hole gets away.
Goes into a keyhole that blows away.
Air is always getting played.
Its true heart rides black anal.


BEING TIRED OF LIVING IS EASY TO DO AND I GET TIRED OF DOING IT BUT

I hate sex and rock the sanity of
An up-to-date unconscious that's had enough of me.

Being tired of living is easy to do and
I get tired of doing it even though

A blue cone and a pink phone sorely attempt
The only thing I’ve ever wanted to say wrong. 


IT’S COMFORTING TO ACT HALF YOUR LIFE AWAY

Sorrow, extinction, Siddhartha, secretion.
It’s comforting to think about killing yourself.
Cars and a radish moo last-minute returns of a second.

Nowhere bound pigeon strap-ons are dogs that roam.
Siddhartha compliments them on their glitter, lipstick and extinction.
A partly finished ceiling pities his thing fully born.

It screws a frozen duck here and there.
They hold a press conference with their southern lawyer.
Trust me, the ducks were down.


I GET GROCERIES

No matter where a cantaloupe is,
There’s darkness.
That’s just life getting groceries.

No matter where my life is,
There’s cantaloupes.
That’s just darkness getting into my calories.