3 Poems

MERCIFUL PANCREAS

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.

EJACULATOR PRO

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.

LOUD SHADE

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.