Thursday, December 31, 2009




THE UNTYING

My renunciations
Are as dim sum as a birth scene

A smokeless deer-headed infantry
Cradles me like the newborn
Ultramarine ground

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Snail on a
Spider
Without a maker
In the corner of abandoned greatness

One day I'll stick
To the sequence of the jellyfish
Commanding from long beards

A centipede
Whether it's called a centipede
Or heaven
Prior to the final rebirth

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Through the streets
The swallower of lifeforms inclines toward 
Animals corralled for slaughter

Horrific umbrella of four snakes burning

The flowering tree 

Like mixed circles rendered some persistent spoon


The flowering tree follows its convention

Condemned to the cycle of space and color

A lifeform then swallower


Tuesday, December 29, 2009




2010 SKETCHES


1)

And a lot of cute girls love that premature baby
Looking fabulous as it hand glides.
And a lot of cute guys love that gallbladder
Squashing along like a hot pink premiere
With a gazillion pantsuits fashioned from surgical lights.
And soundscapes of elephant
Litter the soy sauce strangeness
Of a romance between conjoined twins
After they've sawed each other apart to death; to
Shanghai, my father looks for a peculiar strain of cilantro, then
Spends his deep strangeness inside an outdoor cage
Digesting me.



2)

Feels like a neverending year where my woman 
Wants to increase the many moments that
A writer could write while staying the same person
Even if everything that nourishes deep down
Is actually some dying urge 
Looming above
Should I be able to repeat
Our real fruit flavor
With a mouthwatering aroma
Fast absorbing
Dangerous levels of spatula
Over steady backbeats



3)

I euthanize the live ones.
I call them an angry force or the shitty.
After hours in a fishbowl
More consumers cite parasitic worms
Than all other media combined.
I'm just going to keep my head down to avoid
Seeing the whale carcasses decomposing in the chow hall.
It's hard to prevent my drunken driving from sucking one of them.

This central midmorning of thick crowds
Gropes and stalks those religious people
Like they're the bloodiest and certainly
The most anatomical martyrs
Since Sam Walton and George Dayton.
An avalanche refloats
Well out to sea.
I concentrate on the boiling rovers.


Monday, December 28, 2009




EXPLOSIVE UNDERWEAR

I reorder anal sex in the middle of an oil platform.
I'll status soon a cigarette's unit of time.
Cardholders rot like mountains of frozen yogurt and
The next night confirm more time
For contacts and consolatory calendars to 
Preview as full slide-out
Legs climbing the walls of an airplane on fire.
Basically, I have a nosebleed that stops my eyes
From marking their return trail.

Bed of sweet pain jumpstarts my new anal angel.
With the flag that covers our son's coffin
We preorder a favorite wine
And disappear into julienned kneejerks.
When it's showtime some soldiers are still going to call
Her a bitch no matter if she snowshoes over 
An oil platform in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico
Or wonders what it's like to rosebud then fuzz away
Toward the mountain winter right next to mine.


Saturday, December 26, 2009

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


4 Collages




Concrete




Flu





Birds




Idol



Monday, December 21, 2009





LIQUIDATOR

The bars close down around me forever.
The virgin wraps herself in riptides
From the heart of the sea.
The land casts itself into the deepest void
Of dragon and of devil.
The bones of sheep bludgeon the streets
Like cemeteries of rain.
The saint with his hands
Breaks me into a thousand pieces.
A stream of fire on his head
Instead of hair.
I pity my children, I pity
The lewdness of the grain, the
Wine and the boil.
The saint burns the fields
Which my lovers have given me,
And anoints himself with my waste.
I mean, he's just all about the butt
These days.





CHRONICLE

Faithless cities compound the tents of those
Who once tended cattle.
Dagger in my hand and I'm imagining a swift stab
Through my heart
And saying yes to eternity in the demon's den.
Split whips strewn across the plundered fields.
Raw-food convenes despite the climate change heat.
Reluctantly, I go home
And meet him in one of his pretty little dresses.
He is posing for the neighbors
Who obviously enjoy it.
I try running away but trip on a bulge in XXXL overalls.
Side by side underneath the steamy moon
Cattle diligently masturbate then rest before their flight.


Friday, December 18, 2009



MAD MONK JUNK


Sayu Tera's got 3 Poems @ No Teeth


RC Miller fronts
a few poems @ the infamously anti-fascist Calliope Nerve

and another here


Monday, December 14, 2009

Sunday, December 6, 2009




LAWN

Sitting at my desk
It looks alluringly androgynous.
That pine tree less than two feet away
Resembles a mechanical doll sporting a garish ballet dress
Ready for the sailboat, ready for the finger hole. 

Assembled drones fill midday with
Marijuana and had sex, wee-hours and lunch on a uniform.
From one trash can to the other trash can,
I scurry like
Molars extracted out of the maple.

Praise be the host, praise be
The snow pimping down on tow-truck town.
Fatherless reaper paces up and down
My deck.
Black girls heal the brokenhearted.

This weird decade is ending, now is the time
To thin instantly.
Foreclosure. Paid programming. No back pain-
This microcosm is it, so why bother
Proving yourself with a straight razor.

Some bullets go past somebody's flesh.
Beasts and cattle and creeping things and flying birds
Stare blankly in recovery and awe.
Two aliens invade the same planet. 
They take me to the bay, put me on a blip.

The meat and wine has such cold insides.
I don't think much of immortals or pity.
The houses at night swallow a yellow beak
Just barely rubbing, then plunging all the way,
Like, hard.


Saturday, December 5, 2009





ANNULAR

Only God knows the unbelievable
Bars, defiant forms, and boutiques.
Only God
Lets us hydroplane down the highway
Distraught and unique.
OK, so we're both expanded by the ebb of some fable.
Rivers and vegetables and our non-word surprises
Like a television series' important turnaround.
You nail me to the wall, the viewers arrive in droves.
It's then the germs thrive
And there's ample appetite for rat.
Given the amount of change about to happen, the
Clergy doesn't take their cue and doesn't have a pan.
You nail yourself to the wall, we're talking 
Technologies that won't be going away.
A mass email message obliges:
Always attach bait before setting the snare.
OK, so rivers are televisions programmed to provide
A short order spook or a stupor.
Like vegetables implying the form of a rat, only within
Coffins may one appetize the trim enough
To go into the ground beef.
It's then I finally permit misunderstanding
And wander about for lack of food.


Friday, December 4, 2009




SAME-HEX

I've configured a cot over your fire, and
I'm getting close to its memory.
From green grass to brown,
We kiss like
Top hats instead of heads, like
Grammy nods instead of meds.
If sock puppets without eyes can see us in a mirror,
We're perfect.


Thursday, December 3, 2009



EQUINOX

Cyanide clad,
I drive-by
UNKNOWN TO THE GREAT UNKNOWN

My penis is starved of oxygen and must be amputated
I'm welcomed to summit puddle a land high

In the Himalaya soured over an increasingly belligerent
Dispute about patches of border that premiere
A Tibetan slideshow of
Some Paralysis Set For Thursday Night

My penis launches the new-age hippie vibe now available as mixed berry, peach mandarin, and green tea; mineral spas with hints of orange possum entombment in a private mausoleum in Glendale CA

Violence or pure fun RINGS A STIRRING ST. AB

BANISTER
Emboldened by '08 in a land high in the Himalayas to soil W McKINLEY Jr.
And SAM DILLON's
Conservative parents' land THERE OR BACK up the president's cunt
trying to indoctrinate his children with socialist ideas

And shit it
Turns this stub on
When the preservatives take charge in bed

Monsters blush
Out of moving sinkholes to MEAT one giant aneurysm

Humping the neighbor yet all I do is complain
A West Virginia event events my
Clotting like fast smartphones snap odysseys of vaccine addicts defiled by worshipping Saturn's MILF
Fiction widening neutrality between economists and have-bots

The GREAT

won't exist, and piss stalls look brighter
in Washington and reckless risk-taking on Wall Street but also of faulty theorizing in academic
hexagonal inner-city club dancers wanting to break into hip-hop videos and
about to violate a made-to-order sundae or a
vaporized Monica Almeida make believing that The New York Times is a Burial Home after the election of

UNKNOWN TO THE UNKNOWN
THERE OR BACK
CLUB MEAT
WANNA VAGINA
NELLY FURTADO

don't be mad
don't be man
only a brain could cook me the play way
say
there be a smell like no other
Annie Le the 24-year-old who was last seen I assume

an endorphin
Amen


Wednesday, December 2, 2009




Gland mysteries @ > kill author published 3 Poems


Tuesday, December 1, 2009



ARRIVING

Crow from a scare
Ranch
Gravy gravy gravy

Laughter changes into demon

I waste my date
Fisting left and right
I wonder sometimes

So what if the silkworm
Slowly sucks
A stone not born to die

We all have to go that way
And combine


Monday, November 30, 2009



Things box and water is irreversible
He went to get up
He turns his faces into wall
Things try like something said
Blossoms expect it and fall


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A few crows boil then glow
Fuck if I know
Shy sex
Cures my hangover
The voice terrifies to exhale repeated


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Encircle me like a thing alive
Behold the twin-faces of an all-destroying time
Return from whence you came and
See how long you can survive
A steady flow of honeys inspires fanatics worldwide
The sound of frogs is the pond
Ruin everything you are


Sunday, November 29, 2009



Lovesong From A Lost Love

Verse 1:

I am the deli queen. Yes I am.
Shove my face with ham in a can.
I swallow seven knockwursts inna single swig.
Just let me know when your cock is my gig.

Chorus:

Weenie mania, hot dog me baby! Hollow your meat whole and
Never let go! You are my wonderful mouth of slimy pole.

Verse 2:

I was born on a bun. You know the one.
I always think about pastrami in my lips.
I'll carve you into eighteen slices sweetheart
Before you even get near my hips!

(To chorus, repeat, jerk-off, repeat until faded out)


Tuesday, November 24, 2009



PRIZE

O Lord I am troubled
Even after she races over and humps my bones
So I go to sleep just to die
A video switched off or a comforter pulled up to the chin
And in her dreams I play in a basketball league and
It turns her on when I get all sweaty by bumping against
The endless drive of
Pigs and sheep and dark abyss
Framing a shelf full of nothing but books
About what eating each other will thrill


Monday, November 23, 2009



LAKELIGHT

Crayfish talk crayfish on banks beyond
My cock rotating between all three holes
Warm pan sharpens butter
Rich fries just about to die
We may not exist but really we exist
By existing ready to not exist as
We exist but really we do not exist
By existing not ready to exist
Long ago the universe falls
And gets me laid every time
Mountain and ale, mow and host
I carry a dildo to lunch, oops I
Guess it's ditch fowl
Stop bringing me what appears
For those who taunt


Saturday, November 21, 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009



I stay away from bed always
The hairy pies are so depressing
The sunset flays me best

When I grab for something
The nothing's where
I stay indoors shocked by what to think

Primitive animals disappoint me
As they roar and as they pound
I close my eyes and face the fire

Even one thought is still too many


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How often do I stop and think
Someday I'll pop your cherry on camera
Then reigns down upon me
The day of my calamity
I'm stealing from your body
I'm stealing from the Bible
All this dying
Forces me to
Suck my own cock
Like a righteous fountain of life
And scorn the mountains with snow

How often I stop myself from leaving


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Pain of goals and empty games
Let the walls grow breasts like towers
The fat of fed beasts is sick, there's no
Soundness within them
Let the stump say to the rabbit
Both life and death bore me
I will follow those who starve their minds
All lies are something divine


Monday, November 16, 2009


NIHILISTIC POEM

the moon the door
no more passion
at window a white
night
my mind is blank
a moon means you're done



BROWN URINE POEM

trying to turn it white all day
I build a mind
if nothing else
I face no mind

tall clouds
depend on themselves
their flavor is
wood to town

late autumn rain
existence not fair
any more passion
and I'm done



SEX SQUISH

I am your skeleton under the ground
You are my skeleton without the frown
Many of my poems are rambling and
Without purpose or meaning
Look for the real and you become emptied
I'm getting buttfucked by Air Force One
Ending delusions is hard




NIHILISTIC POEM

I build my hut out of ass
I always hate what others love
All directions are toothless and lame
Blood beneath my skin only drains
Not being noticed remains important
The perfect union of felon and dull
It takes work to bring this to light


Saturday, November 14, 2009




Hard attack in the morning.

Hard attack in the middle of the night.
Mine are so small.
Maybe I have pussy envy.


Sophie and Kat tickle each other.
Kat pinches Sophie's flap.
The wicked lay a snare for me.
Fiddler on the roof, there's zombies hunting you too.


Give me understanding so that I may live.
I'll even relax and open my ass.
And you'll eat until spilled.
Later I slam a beer, studying the cosmic rarity of human beings.


Sophie and Kat pickle each other.
I take my clothes off in front of a manger.
Braindead smackdown in which a man-child refuses to conceive.
This is the fright of nothing filling my mouth.




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It's true
I think that life is stupid and shitty


I've thought for years and years and years
I'm screwed





Friday, November 13, 2009

Thursday, November 12, 2009




Redeem your life from the pit.
The flesh you fear
Cleaves to bones,


You suck it.


And I love how your tongue tastes
Like an evening shadow.


We are dust without end.
I fear your life
Like foreskin on the dead.


Behold my cruel and fierce anger.
I make the world a desert and burn the seas.


You mean that much to me.




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I could be a great athlete and 
A great girlfriend.
Yet my soul is full of troubles.
Floods in the darkness 
Make the odorless footsteps sway.
A band of ruthless men
Chase them this way.


He answers my secret places.
A tiny glob of jizz splashes against the wheat.
Sometimes my pussy gets wet so I touch it.
He's careful not to scrape me with his teeth.
Sometimes I terrify him like an anthrax ring.
And once I heard a voice I should not have known.
All my springs are in you.






more here




Tuesday, November 10, 2009




VIOLENCE IS TOO FAMILIAR

Ethnic rioting inside a frozen turkey covered with shadow theater.
Submerge in hot water and make me drink.
You know how these things usually end;
Test my darkness, poke the fork.

Unless you own me, then tools won't necessarily comply.
Raw meat appreciates a large meal much larger, beware
The blindfold labeled "calming spray."
Baby, milk pleasure secrets from my fangs.

Animals wearing collars are better socialized and adapt faster.
Tonight, their air unhinders well-endowed pollution.
Candied treats give you measure, deluded terrorism gets you recovered.
Androids clinking just before sunrise ill-devise

Vacuum sealed packs of semiautomatic killing sprees
Where the ventriloquist has confirmed
Clones of us loving a gas chamber, offenders for fright.
Something, creating something, or

Fixing something, they
Want us to tell them meaningful shit.
And maybe we should go on about pain and loss, but
Say instead I fuck your tits.