Thursday, January 27, 2011



BO BICE OF THE AVANT-GARDE

When my waist-high boots sway like they're gunmen
It's time we have a threesome
With the riddle of planet Nibiru.

A talking toilet commends me on my TV body.
E. coli is seriously jacking a 
Raspberry driver's seat shaved during some guerrilla war.

Nothing inside the toilet cares
That I've come to talk bone loss.
It's great weather for a wet t-shirt contest.

Jugulars rumble back to condominiums and crossbreed
Four-digit-codes, otherwise
Recessions are cute.



UDON NOODLES, SMOKE, UM

Hairy pies are so stressful.
I want to ravage them but always after one slurp I realize again
I'm only alive to ponder 

Crayfish, talking crayfish,
Clawing at a moonwalking fart.
No balls is my cock.

Walls grow seasons and rabbits.
Knock knocks
A refrigerator full of bones.
Bile alone clouds for cures.



NEW COMEDY

Gravestones, hairdryer buyers
Nowhere.

Styes on a lawnmower shower
Chips and salsa come ashore.



NICE TANKS

A skyline of stomach-lining cells. Never washed rapist clothes desire sun and I seduce statues concealing their genital piercings. Nice tanks never wash a decomposed body. So useless to them is how used to the smell of fruit I am. My woman says this means I'm ready for a banana up my ass. Perhaps a skyline of bananas. Like a dirty omen direct from the Iliad. 



DAD'S OLD LIGHT

Edible fields toot out of a cow's udder. I wake up sealed in honey and remember fries and steaks blown up in some plane with people inside. How God tears condoms and loves the crocodile.

My prick shoots off the pink part of this poem. Debit card receipts going to get milky underneath. This is the part of the poem where my prick's been shot off. God bleeds semen through teal crocodiles. 




THE PATH

Hearse sunrise sticky-hot.
Fleas and lice enjoy their silent piss.
Five violent leopards pray to that.

I'm just five violent days 
Jailed in an upright melon.
Moats a demon tiptoes
Pile in my thoughts once I eventually die I thought.

Finish my mind before a
Next line with nothing better to do.
Bulletproof glass is lip-syncing I'm a lesbian. 

1 comment:

Kevin said...

Nice Tanks - 100%