Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Thursday, October 21, 2010

4 poems


How to stop your mind can be demented.
Last line and nothing better to do.
Farm the fire depicted as leopard skin.


Of the rows cages sold clouds,
Actively participating in the waiting without fear.
The heavy end of me drools
Frost spasms.

Preemptive coffins nail the sky shut.
A demon whispers
Anyone may go on from nowhere.
It's comic, much like herpes.


I'm near the wrath of pillage and hell.
So unwoven, my hot tub becomes
A cup for my ears, and statics
The private language a demon tiptoes.

Moats with long tags pile on the other side.
In my thoughts I die I thought.


If you draw swords from your feet
The wind will feed on your sleep.
Insert some hunger into moon-viewing.

Friday, October 8, 2010

3 Poems


Early modern scorpion composed of fingernails
Resolves catching frogs in a tadpole.
There are still places in the world where
A bag of nuts sniffs the air and wags its tail.

The morning light comes to a park
Gagging on huge amounts of saliva
Wrung from tap water.
My shiny umber pancreas sports urine for hair.


I'm always fascinated by celebrities riding the NYC subway.
I yield to them like they're evil witches come true.
You know, celebrity foreheads always make me cry tiny blobs of
Nature like some rampant dysentery.
I particularly dig how the glob of zebra dropped next to me
Is one crazy hooker.
He prefers to have sex with another zebra for free
Thanks to Bush and Cheney's special seafood swallowing.
Unless you also fuck that way there's no way for you to 
Have scalp surgery so I can appeal to something born
That won't change.
Blessed be thousands of pieces of celebrity blown up in this subway.
I am their usual prisoner.
You know, pushing an uh button for a tug from the above.
I particularly enjoy how evil witches ride my forehead
Like a swallowing sea.
I want to love them but oh oh oh oh....
Blessed be shots of a naked zebra body on the internet 
No one has rights to.
I am their usual designer
Unpurified as those who continue to re-incarnate
Until they are contracted.


Each final creature vinegars itself.
Each mustard multiplies that mystery.
The earth gives up a whoop of plagues.

Tree with loud shade.
Two tables of ears.
Lipped stone as pure as price

Scales onions on each unclear spirit
Reborn a savior's molten gurgle.
Order without eyelid.

Monday, October 4, 2010


A lightbulb is full of ransom.
A pit swells in its rash.
There's always more memory for more
Mailman juice loose in the attic.

A painting of a dentist
Captures a curtain growing nostrils.
Watch this lampshade eat its snot.
Watch me eat this lampshade's shit.

Now with its spirit inside me comes
A sentence of death.
As those without skin
That's all I've ever eaten.

Something's sticking
Gray tongues out of my forehead.
Long sleeveless isolation
The secret matter reflects.

A loaded pistol wielded in a snow globe.
Mouths of carrot-cake cupcake
Inspire bloodthirsty jelly of 
Majesty and maker boning the marvelous.