Sunday, May 30, 2010


2 poems


DOMINANT


Love from self-indulgence.
Exonerate through muffdiving.
A wondrous deity screams a name fit for tits.
Take refuge in the robe destroyed by seed.

Fatalism of women for the salvation of the world.
Judgementday, preoccupied stickershock, an uncircumcised ghee.
I will women for the salvation of the world.
The heavens overspread; ships popular on the moon shit flowerpots.

I have not yet decayed.
The rain appears as both its mother and father.



FAKE BAD PRESS

All of existence is evil.
Once it hemorrhages, the sacrifice expands to a castanet-sized fishstick.
Darken my hook with cocoons and dry hair.
The great orb disorders elbows.

God has revealed itself to a white boar.
A wooded mud missing a pigeon.
Fresh berries, they kiss noses.
Colon cancer while I'm eating my breakfast.


Thursday, May 27, 2010

17 photos/ 4 poems



















LIFE RIGHT NOW

Digitize the badly decomposed office.
I've never washed a statue's rapist clothes.
The sun spreading an ambulance slowly begins to sweeten.
Digitize its wink and spout
"I bed the head of a beetle".


CHEERY 

Her cherry often pops on camera
Then reigns down upon me
Bodies from the Bible.

All this pulp on camera
Forces the mountain to steal a body.

Days of calamity 
Pop cocks into bibles
And stuff fountains with cherries.

All the snow leaving the Bible
Forces me to suck the mountain.


THINK OUTSIDE THE NUN

I sing to the
Savior of skull.

Such is dull spirit
Invaded by flesh.

And blasts kill scores
Of flesh so stalled.

Their diarrhea falls,
Fucks a cats' mouse balls.

And I'm skulls of diarrhea
Then a parrot

Pit-patting where cat balls
Fuck my skull.


THEY PRETTY

Sands birth green sauce to oil the sky.
The blackness of an inner universe alternates souls.

Ants divide ash for the exit of cooling stars.
The sky recycles from mossy waste to bun.

The green sauce grows tits atop my mind.
Those who carve birds see the blackness that everything else did.


















Wednesday, May 26, 2010

My good pal Ani Smith took it upon herself to concoct a spotlight of my various junks over at the always excellent 'other' magazine. Take a peek. Listen.Thanks for that. 

Friday, May 21, 2010


4 poems


RANDOM ACTORS, POISONOUS SPIDERS

Shrivel icicles to a city ablaze.
Cast down sea waste of the virgin in riptides,
Oozing small defibrillators tangled around the fins of otters.

Unfrozen devil, my unmade feet dream of your parachute.
The dream recognizes itself as urgent, mist-gray.

Streets break into a thousand sheep.
A stream of fire on their heads instead of rain.
Boils, fields, bones, pails
Pity most the lewdness of the grain.



MORE MOON

white door
blank moon
no night
more doors
night mime
blank white



THE BODY DOES NOT HELP THAT

I die before
what I am.
That I am
a river emptying its same things,
I die before I get this.

There's a world before
I am this.
Solitude and same things
empty all I understand.
The body does not help that.



AND AT IT

And still.
Also so
There is blood everywhere.

Between rich and poor are fleas and lice
Having their silent piss.
Five violent seas dig it.

Five violent days 
In space; all I've thought is
Unproven blood in my past.

I just want to walk
With a belly full of living things
Wanting to live.

Upright melon.
Hearse sunrise
Being sticky-hot.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Your Pornography, My Democracy









































































Tuesday, May 11, 2010