Friday, March 11, 2016

2 POEMS




EVIL IS FASCINATING TO THE EYE AND SO IS PAIN

Immigrants are killing veterans.
Owning a house is just so damn expensive.

The power of  their labels is inescapable
On the escalators collapsing on each other.

Shiny blocks of cheese leaf jungles of cell towers.
They say we have a very short time that can never be solved.

Our fingerprints are stillborn floors.
Our names don’t go with our eyes.


TRANSGENDERED

All the best fountains are in prison.
Their sea journeys traded for children they shouldn’t have had.

I’m a prisoner too.
I have cue card disease.

Mosquitos sculpt a mantis out of black deer jelly.
She has cue cards to please.

I’ll suck the living Christ out of her until she needs radiation.
Switching our bladders is wind power

Running on alienated abortions
Linked to the common cold. 


Thursday, March 10, 2016

New Boner In Real Pants

SURVIVING BEYOND RECOGNITION



Published on Jul 24, 2013
"Talking Dreams" by Echosmith from the album, 'Talking Dreams,' out October 8th, 2013. Video directed by Clea DuVall.

Echosmith's new album, Talking Dreams, is available now. Download on iTunes: http://bit.ly/176XsQK"

Download "Talking Dreams" on iTunes: http://bit.ly/1aJ9LdU

Connect With Echosmith:
Website: http://echosmith.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/echosmith
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/echosmith

"Talking Dreams" Lyrics:

This is a short race, this is a short life
Let's run, not walk, through this beautiful life
This is a good day, this is a good sign
You've got green eyes and I've got sunrise

We're falling sideways, big lights freeways
Heart beats through me, through this beautiful life

We're talking dreams maybe
Let's run away to New York City
We're talking dreams baby
We'll cut the strings maybe
Through rose-colored lenses
Try not to forget it
We're talking dreams maybe
We're talking dreams baby, yeah

(We're talking dreams baby)

This is a short race, this is a short life
Let's run, not walk, through this beautiful life
This is a good day, this is a good sign
You've got green eyes and I've got sunrise

Thursday, March 3, 2016

4 POEMS




PRODUCT PLACEMENT

The train next to mine just struck a trespasser.
The dead body is in front of my train.
We haven't moved in forever.

It makes your mother and sister finger each other.
It makes your father and brother even more scripted.
I will kill you, bitch.

I stare at them fingering like I just burst out of my grave.
Like a butt plug inserted between choosing to love and falling in love,
I am burning with the pride of well-timed vulgarity. 

Cozy brown snow on a light pole.
My days have great choices in them.
The train behind me carries babies fingering cat photos with scalpels.

In a blaze of sweatpants maxing out their credit cards,
It explodes 10 minutes after departing Penn Station. 
Coughing on the way home from work keeps me warm. 




I WAIT FOR WHAT I CAN'T KNOW

I pay an Asian whore to
Piss the sound of candlelight.

The night trying to get out of the night goes on and on. 
It beats-off the middle of waiting to never stay awake. 

Peace be upon my old school friends before they pass away.
The sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees reveals your spiritual boredom. 




SENIOR MOMENT

Life's been kind to me.
I drink all day and my car needs an oil change.

I am a man living on his mother's decomposing corpse in a bathtub.
In my front yard are shopping carts I climb into to eat mother out.

A haunted step-by-step laundromat
Detaining hints of rain in deep space when I'm cumming on my face.

Either I eat my mother out or I'm decapitated by booby traps.
Either way, my front yard leads to a must-have born-again virgin.

He is an eating disorder whose semen swallows him.
My days have many swallows in them. 




HAIKU HUNTER

Beer in a detention room.
Bug spray
To ruin a righteous man.