MASK WITH SAUSAGE
BIG LIGHT
Dumplings flex on a cross.
God is greeting to eat.
Invisible forces agree to think
Big ugliness.
Big beauty.
Big decay.
Their inner Drano swig
Eats my dead brain on the cross.
I identify with the life identity of its dead.
My edge is orbiting my life inside of my dumpling.
God spanks flexes during this entire game.
Bilingual eyesore.
I'M MASTURBATING
Hoping for The Rapture. Ten-four. That's why celebrities commit gouda.
On nobody's jaw the sun dies eternally. She's being 6 things they realize about being
Ready to stop seeing. Doom blankets the entire world. Monetize. You're masturbating.
MAD POP
Flicking off devotees' cred.
Galaxy out.
Its halo rattles a distant brother galaxy.
A crapella.
Sperm blood.
That usually pops in my mind after I incite
TISSUED
Suns chill their dud in the
First mute sped by milk.
A rabid dog turns his hallway movie.
That mute makes for a terrifying priest.
By dusk clouds lead
Mysterious trees tied to that rabid dog.
Super savings
Milk it like sniffling wrists.
THIS ROOM I'M IN IS
Minding eyes with its glass girlfriend
That changes me into her police body and
Forces both my chopped torsos to
Herd around like mounted faces
Where one is
What I'd name
Two people going from bruises to doors
Going shut in some shared head likely causing blunt authority
Over a few chimes of horror and then onward there's doubt and that's all
Demon penis, Dostoevsky.
BIO
Little monsters hollow me.
Celebrity online, I am worn your stay.
Thank you for begging for soft cuticles.
My screen is embarrassed by fossils and crust.
I'm sure regular people will be hassled with extra checks
And made to jump through luscious fire-layer pumpkin cakes.
Some even have sex with a teenage mosquito’s
Dark page.
Scepter that way.
Thank God beautiful cuticles impress
Soft celebrities.
Monster finally itself again births little tunnels allowing me.
BREAKFAST
Retired jellyfish choke malls of seaweed. A homage to newly unearthed columns of fifteen dark messages prophesizing shores in all human navels. Swimming pools between apartment walls row.
COURSE
A blue golf shirt matched with khaki shorts urinates into some trees. Its penis was long gone. All male golfers pee into little boys and initiate suffering from matched cart-fever.
When a blue golf shirt becomes against the law, trees should arrange shorts by shortest penis spine. Urine puts on a diet the hole of an absolute angel.
That loaf on top of a tree was once a little boy. So flows the summer of khaki asparagus.
UPPER CRUST
Tennis and terror lengthen Great Mother's two-water demon star.
Plan a family and back fat wrong foot on crabs so far.
Linty deer feed five-dollar mammograms weird flashlights shave taco.
VIEWER'S GUIDE
Head tool of the gray neigh,
I'm touring
Abyss shit in my love.
Dandy air whore.
Paused lump.
I love to suck on turpentine’s
Icy scrunch
Donkeys for.
SELF-PLAGIARISM
Whatever, in-store TV untying Yemen for the sportsman varies buns always on the Cause pouring everything to be born an acceptance of a permanent movie playing inside the sea monster's abortion vastly wetter than the business model for spills of K-Y.
MORE ABOUT
Being notorious for fucking sandwiched pups of pendulums
And that brainstorming down an adder's paunch.
Off the Florida Saturday.
Cupped to the goof.
Christ, I can imagine my nostrils
52 miles under pizza.
INHERITANCE 1
Fatal is soil the
Dumber mouth is
The spent that's stuff
That came that beast
As God as worm
Legs covered with eared toad humps
Choose my begging
Garden full of slave
Cities full of slave
Brains full of lays and political
Olden days in a lizard's scrappy
Penis shitting doughnuts
To heaven or hell
With a bag full of farting
Doughnuts made from balding eggs
Hold on and tan their virgin parts.
Fun stomachs ward
Nose brushed pig tender huge chin air smushing though
Kissing like bone essence of the very sane
Soil is sodomy.
I MAKE A FACE AND GET IN LINE ANYWAY
The woman has her hair pulled into a machine. A universal appeals but doesn't state what the equipment was. Hair loves nothing. The official said soul accident.
BAPTISM
Cut open my belly.
There's something inside it for every swarm.
Air Jordan's in the desert then dismembered.
So witchy.
Cut up everyone.
Make naked by the daffodils.
I've been losing sleep over my coffin.
That is not glory. This is:
Innermost beings in circulating videos
Amputate their limbs to get free
Texts and tapping sounds.
Post-originate to launch stray monsters of the get.
I CLIMB INTO THE MIND
Of a hermit in a tree. The ecstatic one. Little mothering sledgehammer.
I'm two-legged cave fondling. Close to a hood. A long hair in us three.
Milk from a snail is a kind of ape shell
Protecting basketfuls of sledgehammered children
Vivid as cursed planets.
I quake like a cursed planet. Totally sponsored. I wake up having sex with the death of water.
Horn loaded hybrid hobgoblins porked by air-frights claim HBO is their shaman.
ARP REMIX
Rot of motionless wild.
Yikes, a hairy snow acts!
Am I the horse legs
Weathervane?
The hairy snow jokes with a lemon
Sung about when
Hopeless insane
Super-corn.
Skeletons are out of the view of
Snowmen carved on stones.
It's no good.
I've lost God.
THEY CITIES
Sands birth green sauce to oil the sky.
The trembling of an inner blackness swamps coals.
Ants devise rashes for the exit of cooling stars.
The sky recycles from mossy haste to bun.
Green sauce sprouts tits atop my finds.
Herds that carve minds divvy the blackness every sauce kids.
MASK WITH SAUSAGE
Doorway of flesh-hooks
Projects Hell without a mouth.
For teeth it has
The horror-thickened consciousness of rocks and trees.
Under my tail I tout a head.
Inside that plaster there is a worm.
All of its teeth are biting evil ideas in
Serpent-headed feathered fudge.
The thirst is a mailing
Mask with sausage.
SAUSAGE WITH A TWIST
A blindfold never finished
Hangs a goose.
Uses its overbite to lube holy water.
A nun glides back into my asshole.
A winking-why nun.
Crows approach without his history or meaning.
Fish with a wolf's body
Give them speech and senses.
Bug eye
Refrigeration.
INHERITANCE 2
You're your you years.
Yeah, write
And would work
Words with a who and will
Which is where the when, what,
We're, well, we ways of water that was
A want to very use us up and um,
Uh-huh, uh TV too.
Time those and this
Thinking of things they're these there, the them
That take such a state, something so
She sees and says right, really a president
Percent of people parts over outer our-others, or
Only one on ok oh number. Now is not no news, and
New is much of most, and more than a million mhms mean
It's me, the many I may make made a lot to look long and
Like the let's know a kind and just info if we had
Guessed good goings to go, given from first finds evenly down.
I don't do day-canned calling byes before I've been because I'll
Be back at any ah after.
SHOVING OFF
The lubricated bat tickles her own decomposition. My master is that bat. Vending machines in skies in splinters.
My cock has eyes and clogs fingers harvested for nets. Carving stations pink as sleep. Trespassers yeast.
A cave made of ants hot in the mind. Comets swallow lubricated black. Lobsters on cars dealt.
BLAB ITCH STAB
Auto Carrie home life.
Lotion-tude.
Lighters being/going gangless on
A wigged nape shart.
Gym. Steven.
Artery tower.
Virtual fish drown fishing squats
Their wobbles fetch.
Some of these poems previously appeared at Blue & Yellow Dog, Calliope Nerve, Cormac McCarthy's Dead Typewriter, and gobbetmag
