8 Poems

GALOSHES

Sloshing on the swallower

Of lifeforms corralled for slaughter

Spoon like space and color

Condemned to the cycle 

Of a lifeform then 

A swallower then a 

Lifeform slaughterer of the manager's special

THE UNTYING

Ultramarine ground

Cradles me like the newborn

Gnat-headed

Snail on a spider

In the corner of greatness

Without a maker

And 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

BETTER THAN DYING SO SPANK IT

And lots of cute girls love that premature baby

Looking fabulous as it hand glides.

And lots of cute guys love that gallbladder

Squashing along like a hot pink premiere

With a gazillion pantsuits fashioned from surgical lights.

And soundscapes of emphysema

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 op art cage

Digesting me.

WHITEY BOUND FOR MARS

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.

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.

BUY METHING

Pupils of ink rejoice in treetops

Rubbing rivers to take impressions 

Of overcooked, human-like relaxers,

Small and seasalting 

The rattles at dawn, and inside

The larvae is a drowned spirit

Perversely lodging

Deep pits with basements

And 99 atmospheres

That reboot me just fine

PEEPHOLE

As dirt washes and blenders pulse, I place

Corn down the invader

Off-tick my pen hours, the socks and broth

Prep for weeks

An eden of the small, marvelous fawn

Sipping from a river and nervously gawking 

At seasides of egg, the

Cheap pits

Hissing when all my sadness is lawn

YOUR FRIEND, FRIEND

Said day-playing gnostic games takes

My lungs away, as then a gypsy

Exposes the soul-crushing delay

And she brandishes me 

With a swearing by God that

When heralded refills

The eden of my pit

The rubber pupils

The socks in the casket that lay and lay

2010

Up a passenger told an officer

Of threats throughout the lawless remote

Like neverending gears within the wildcats

Urging me to nourish a real fruit

Mouthwatering aroma flavor

Fast absorbing

Dangerous levels of spatula, a record snowfall

Over steady backbeats

From the octopus I bow