Saturday, December 3, 2011

Friday, November 25, 2011

2  from the MWS manuscript


IN LAHAINA

Holy water chomps off my mind.
A kind-hearted drool.
It's hot when the fantastic enhances
Not art but lying around.
Going places is staying in prison.

Palm trees ball dairy blades
A nude swimsuit charred skeleton plays.
Visions, nenes, all these vain reasons
The days park sticks with dark nose dreams.
Obsessing over the holy is my bind.

God came from the stars and went back to them.
It's mad and cruel.
Motion potion lotion commotion of
Thigh soundalikes power the ocean.
Crustacean highs king my pump the parasite's finish line.



FURRY'S BLUES

I think I'm thumbs exhumed from the thing said
About farmers of the flood
The promised land lets be
Bathing lotus slaughters settling empty space pleas.

The savage maps and interprets my apparition.
I'm going back to where this came from.
Who's been here since I'll be gone?
Kill everybody to clean yourself of that wrong.

Shit on the pencil and paper and
Write down why you've a right to stay.
Sometimes I believe in shit, sometimes I believe
I don't.

Putt-putt gut stumps with their red dresses on
Cause rumbling, cause falling allowed.
I can tell by the following that
Murdering cities seems too mall.

When I lay down at night I fight
To see the night glued on me.
I sit up all night long and prepare to marry
Muffs of the solid sea.

Working without what's found, the 
Thing saying
Since I've been gone I'm going back to where I came from
Outruns a revolving savage.




Friday, November 4, 2011

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

These photographs were originally published @ Nothing To Say around this time of year or maybe earlier in 2010. I'm re-posting them now because later I'll feel like ordering.



























Sunday, October 9, 2011

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

5




JIHAD


A basement watches boxes of diapers boob.
It means old-fashioned rebates and me.
Down the road at night is fact.
Salmon meteors extend the
Many ways potato chips were.
I've gained God loving pod songs.
High definition edible frogs of the snow
Search rains for a trace of brain.
Happiness seems very near.
I split into four lights.
And in some passages dripping. 







OUT OF BUSINESS


From the cook of the clouds
Racists do
Swallow water at the public pool.
A bunch of soda smells dead people.
All I have to say is racist.
Dead people get that
There's a bad problem with zoos inspiring.
There's a dead body with a day old boarding pass.
I'll live its synonymous life for a while and pave
Olmec down syndrome.






THE CAUSE OF BIRTH IS THE WILL TO BE THEIR CLOWN

Pets ahoy!
My poison continues my soul
Patiently waiting a week before
The clown in here is a testicle times twelve.
My testicles bump accidentally and get zipped up
While I stand in line to buy our season tickets.
Every New Year
Clones make love and sex seem dutiful.
Their names are on the poison.
Clones botch everything to try so I
Bill them a sanity downsized.
City gals in tight gray jeans snatch my testicle jump.
They pork hard and attend all the Super Bowl games.
A retribution for what evacuates often,
I bill everything I season.
On decals
Is a sanity I brush.
I have two beers and accidentally zip up my testicles.
Mall clowns in tight gray jeans clone every soul continuing.
Love and sex seem as dutiful as the kickoff of the Super Bowl.
Souls poison experiences of
Consciousness identifying itself with
The fact that clones dying causes people in this world.
The cause of birth is the will to be their clown.






MATING SONG OF A DRIVEWAY LOG

The horse fucks a seahorse
Over objects of sunset.
I unlike rock.
Human hands in jars
Bake a silhouette of a submarine's vulva.
Just to splatter its jpeg, I put out 
Through a bush a pile of necks
Which stiffen flylaps on the grass between summers.
I'm blessed to think I was born at all.
The looniest of all religions.






MIDDLE COOP

The eagles disappear.
The islands consist mainly of sea-burps.
Oriented mammals are red in sweaters.
They come in two colors, vegetable and manufacture.

The storewide are
Islands just coughing-up
Various mortgages and proctologists during the summer.
They come from dark matter at the end of flyers.

Mammals experiment with old tomes and bargain dots.
Mocks accumulate next to bottom-dwelling hairballs.
Kid carcasses accumulate inside shellfish diaries.
To the veins popping out, they've developed smaller ears.

The eagles doubted lots of neat.
Islands named two colors split apart from hick slurs.
Wallpaper animals release oxygen more easily than catalogs.
The end of the light is essential braze.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Thursday, August 11, 2011