WIGFUCKER

2012-01-21T23:16:00.001-05:00

2012-01-16T01:01:00.000-05:00

2011-12-03T23:12:00.000-05:00

2011-11-25T00:10:00.000-05:00

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.

2011-11-04T00:14:00.000-04:00

2011-10-27T23:40:00.000-04:00

2011-10-26T22:32:00.000-04:00

2011-10-23T23:44:00.000-04:00

2011-10-19T22:14:00.001-04:00

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.

2011-10-09T00:42:00.000-04:00

2011-10-04T21:19:00.002-04:00

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.

2011-08-25T22:35:00.000-04:00

7, in memory of Nobius Black

2011-08-21T00:33:00.000-04:00

2011-08-11T21:07:00.000-04:00

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2011-07-06T22:56:00.002-04:00

PACKED

A huge, silly monster. I like monsters. They run after people. I like running after run over people. They leak a big swirly pool where people aren't swimming. I cook over their ghosts. Most other ghosts stay in their cars. The cars pick them up. That's it.

MIDSEASON

At the edges, the red star is lava. We can play with it. People's heads go in first. A cookie dough of muffin colors. Dinner is arms and legs. A black hole takes out its magnifying glass. Both do not illustrate. Press another button and know how to eat people. I say you're planting.

OUT OF BUSINESS

From the look of the clouds
Racists do.
I think about colliding.
The truly strange park.
I swallow water at the public pool.
A bunch of soda smells dead people.
All I have to say is anyway.
There's a bad problem with the pool water.
There's a dead body with a day old boarding pass.
I'll live an anonymous life for a while and pave trees.

2011-06-23T23:25:00.000-04:00

2011-06-15T17:23:00.002-04:00

Carina Finn recounts her reception of Windex We Can over @ LadyBlogBlah

2011-06-09T21:48:00.000-04:00

2011-06-02T17:03:00.004-04:00

THE OFFICE IN MY EYE THAT PHOTOGRAPHS MY DREAM

Nabs a magazine of meat departments. No one inside saying anything is as gruesome as first franchises. Chairs on crickets evaporate overeaten handbags followed by cameras through a malignancy. Sunk metal tooth. Black suck. Unusable teeth stuff the first franchise shooting. Cheeks on cameras outdoors. Tomato steel cling wrap isolates the madness of this dream. Flat magazine meat fit sheeted.

WIFE PENIS

You spare a condom once you have a brain project it. The red ducks and red falcons get trash stuck to their groove. 300 dead Osama meds produce intelligent ghost sex with an epileptic shark. Advanced robots excel at running simulations of a complex future scenario where the entire universe is consumed and transformed into a massive bunny discarding its animated model and shitting jellybeans. See, a sneaky triumph that shares my spiritual rash.

SAMPLE SIZE

Vague ace cunt nail new to the library. Dehydrating a virus-crazed God rushes blowout life to the inspired found-object. Basketball-white death, what it's scabbed of. Donut snot action figures shopping and clubbing.

SEX-ATTACK SUSPICIOUS CACKLING GAS

I'm alive to ponder crayfish, talking crayfish, clawing at a moonwalking fart. Walls grow meanderings and sabbaths. Knock knocks the bile full of magic.

Acrid smelling plumes of I can't lose my job, I need my job.

2011-05-16T23:46:00.000-04:00

THOUSANDS OF DOLLAR

Dryer vent, that's one hot grapefruit.
Isn't that how people say
Tangerine air conditioners
Make it so babies hug like orangeade.

Soon it's midday and I

Wake up the waterless urinal.
Comfortable coconut breezes
Bend over a baby container.
On a serpent the ground vomits glass to cheers.

My wife begins to pray.
Somehow my rectum comes out of her mouth.
I hear footsteps in a tube of toothpaste.
Our sofa goes on for years.

It casts a death curse.
Its cushions release liters of diarrhea of the strangest mascots.
My wife sends me her prayer.
Got weed and
Sure enough, breezy vagina puzzles.

2011-05-14T00:49:00.000-04:00

Studio Shots

2011-05-06T00:06:00.003-04:00

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.

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

2011-04-23T01:52:00.001-04:00

2011-04-21T22:25:00.000-04:00

3 collages inspired by abstract comics/ graffiti/ Prinzhorn collection

2011-04-18T23:07:00.000-04:00

new collages

2011-04-17T22:32:00.000-04:00

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.

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 accident.

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.

2011-04-14T02:02:00.000-04:00

2011-04-02T11:20:00.000-04:00

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 good toad ears

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 are weird

Nose brushed pig tender huge chin air smushing though

Kissing like bone essence of the very sane

Soil is sodomy

2011-03-28T01:20:00.002-04:00

2011-03-14T23:46:00.001-04:00

BREAKFAST

Retired jellyfish choke a mall of seaweed. A homage to newly unearthed columns of fifteen dark messages prophesizing shores in all human navels. Swimming pools rowing between apartment walls.

SELF-PORTRAIT IN BARK

Tag reindeers. Stab and maybe resurrect. So.

Propose to drunken lead the life still in a dead world. Constellations swaying.

Their violet and pink surplus matched by a black owl perched like a madman's bagel.

In a circle of mannequins the great cycle of ticking racks link. That's life yet to be spare.

Moss and poppy was. Whales on icy lava equal.

THE FRIENDS

The carved horse. Its little hell. Bright barge flailing. Flat in factory. Ears that don't belong anymore. Glass suppers and creation.

GORGE FORM

In the forest dreaming of more. Thoughts get bitchier. Death.

On the way a cake knife behinds a curtain. Bow and arrow gorges form.

Mercury spree. Bursting dune. Lake of thunderstorms. Forests stew.

2011-03-11T13:50:00.002-05:00

2011-03-06T21:35:00.002-05:00

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 didn't realize about eating.

Ready to stop seeing. Doom blankets the entire world. Monetize. You're masturbating.

VIEWER'S GUIDE

Air for
A head of gray hay.
I'm foreign.
Abyss and shit in my love.
Dandy air whore.
Paused lump.

I love to suck on nature's

Icy else

For donkeys.

I'VE STOPPED WRITING

Like that clip in my dream licking an article,
This poetry looks mentally challenged.
Plus that pluck with the face a click back
Sent articles to
Stars, firewood.
Uncut mud out now
Seems a mental block
Out of now.
Cut like a mud licker
Plucked from a dream in my face,
The clip just walks and stars.
His poetry challenges quickly, cleanly.
True religion. Costco.

2011-03-03T00:39:00.001-05:00

BIG LIGHT

Dumpling sex on the cross.
God is good to eat.
Invisible forces are great to think.
Big ugliness.

Big beauty.
Inner Drano swig.
Big decay.
I eat my dead brain on the cross.

I identify with the life identity of its dead.
My edge is orbiting my life inside of my death.
God spanks dumplings during this entire game.
Bilingual eyesore.

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 more vivid than cursed planets.

I quake like a cursed planet. Totally sponsored. I wake up having sex with the death of water.

Horn loaded hybrid sun crossed by forks. Through hobgoblin air night-frights are claiming HBO is better.

THE BODY CAVITY AND A LOT OF

The end is near.
Too drunk to write.
Stephen King interjects:
Supersize the zombie's astigmatism frozen in a pedophile’s fishtank.

Tablets that dominate gadget shows
Starve animals more sophisticated than previously mopped.
A bit of spittled rant weighs my teeth
Sleeping on pins or twats.

Beach outages widespread.
Useless spines skin my wine.
Some impossibilities are alive simply to handcuff
A stag sucked onto totems on a tote bag and blind.

I munch my own butt, Daddy-like.
Or lust Parkinson's, ninny and remarkable.
Might be a crouton’s most perfect
Dyslectic whatsoever.

Hear trailer trash kids in the infomercial lane say
As no one has Nerf-tits is perfection as is possible.
The proper English term is black and white people spark
No more beauty except in their struggle.

The end is here.
Acorn apes rape a hot Harry Potter-inspired fishtank.
Stephen gets dialectically hungry, fuck
Him.

WITHOUT THE NEXT

People know there are pet stores.
It doesn't take much more to encourage
My drinking.
I look at the mug with somebody else's
Rumors of existence, and I guess
Candybars come from
Elastic pumped into warm, dissident lipsticks.

A crop circle of ovary eggs makes
An unemployment office
That is pretty, well-painted.
People catch me napping there.
I speak only when
Sometimes I think about different sandwiches.
A sick fish looks as if it has been salted.
That is enough to fill a new pond
Without the next.

2011-02-23T00:07:00.002-05:00

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 have a head.

Inside that head there is a worm.

All of its teeth are biting evil ideas in a bug.

Serpent-headed feathered fudge.

The body is a warning.

SAUSAGE WITH A TWIST

A blindfold never finished

Hangs a goose.

Uses its blood to lube holy water.

The nun glides back into my asshole.

A winking-eyed nun.

Crows approach without his history or meaning.

Fish with a wolf's body

Give them speech and senses.

And bug eye

The Creator.

BAPTISM

Cut open my belly.

There's something inside it for every mode.

Air Jordan's eaten in the desert then dismembered.

So witchy.

Cut up everyone.

Make an absolute must-see.

I've been losing sleep over a coffin.

That is not glory. This is:

Inner-most beings in my video

Amputate their limbs to get free.

Cut out getting texts and tapping sounds.

Post-originate to launch stray monsters of the deep.

DISMAY

Certified adventurous cat claw.

The puma-woman's tone in my balls.

There's commitment.

We want our fun to look like

A rubbery male breast's shortness of breath.

Goddamn a field of flowers.

They do otherwise.

Something in them ignores that police may be reprinted.

Babies are also born this way

To wear a helmet and walk a log.

2011-02-13T00:42:00.001-05:00

Apocalyptic Landscapes/ Dream Images

2011-02-11T12:06:00.000-05:00

NOMINEE

Hose water ripens a train wreck.

My best look is backing lack.

I spend money to seem moist in a train wreck costume.

Think of all the cool fluffiness that meals.

Badass devout like Lindsay's napkin with a movie on it.

Pull me out of her hosiery for the magazine.

Hot water is nothing but sweet trouble.

A train wreck gets it up again.

THE SLACK

Goose bumps are drunk. Cue cards screw. These sorts of things a national anthem typically mulls.

In front of millions you stink and it is beautiful. After your face is done, goose bumps screw.

And chimps bubble for no reason for who knows how long. I'm ending to be a disciple there.

2011-02-07T16:49:00.001-05:00

23 Photographs

2011-01-31T12:22:00.004-05:00

My poetry chapbook Windex We Can has been published by the good folks from Wheelchair Party. It's available as a free e-book at the bottom of their site page and will be sold in hard format at AWP and soon online.

All necessities are here.

Thanks for the look.

2011-01-30T22:11:00.003-05:00

SHOVING OFF

The lubricated bat tickles her own decomposition. My master is that bat. Vending machines in skies in splinters.

My cock with eyes and God. My fingers harvested for nets. Carving stations pink as sleep. Trespassers yeast.

A cave made of ants hot in my mind. Comets swallow the lubricated black. Lobsters on cars and windows.

ADDITIONAL PRESCRIPTION

Sitting and sleeping is something so raw. Like horny hamburger. A rat lid. Liberty and bridges.

Face of nipples tucked where knees orgasm. A mustache waxed onto green semen. A wing once it's meatloaf elected by the people.

PRO HOLE

Horned paw, snouted jaw using an impressive pencil. Flat paw plaster snout. Horn a dying jaw.

One dollar battery smells the taste of earwax pop-eyed witches save. That's right, 99 cent twelve-year-old testicles buttfucking nailclippers.

Air on the sun. Mothball sun. Blown-off heads form a rival sun raining eyelids. I won't know its name. Wine is passed.

AT PLAZA PLAZA

I pull bats into my lungs.

I pull lungs out of my teeth.

There is a stomach caught in a fishnet.

Foam of double yellow eyelids hiding my boat.

I place a chick with a dick.

I'm embraced.

Bats have dicks on their teeth.

Bats have eyelids for their lungs.

Poles of blubber and barf,

Strange even to the

Meow.

I erase my teeth.

I drink my lungs.

My womb is a gun.

My twat is a fart.

My cock is a mothball.

Fart butter has a skeleton.

Barf steals my boat.

Quilt and pillow.

I'LL MISS ME WHEN I'M DEAD

Yelena tries my cock. She sucks it with a butter knife. Love is whack. Spring.

A neon larvae from the pit spits hot dogs after swimming. Dragon with a freaky biblical pussy crucifies paperclips. Centipedes are all cushion odor twitch.

My love is hanging by covers. Autosuggestion. The absence of cottage cheese over a bloody helicopter.

ITCHY MASS UP FOR GRABS

Tonsil avenue goat carcass tricky stick light from the logo tonsil carcasses mole shelters sperm trick solstice audio silhouette digesting elbow hair new moles goat bird cushion carcass tire juice euthanized orange bun

2011-01-27T13:27:00.001-05:00

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.

2011-01-25T22:37:00.000-05:00

5 Studied Props

2011-01-24T23:22:00.003-05:00

5 recent/reworked poems at the foxy new journal Cabbage Luck

4 Drawings

2011-01-20T01:35:00.001-05:00

9 Drawings

2011-01-17T22:32:00.002-05:00

3 Collages

2011-01-12T00:18:00.009-05:00

3 Poems

MODEL

Grisly thermometers coat

Castrated computer corkscrews.

A virus meant by

Taking a shower and putting on a suit.

Loose testicles plunge into my eyes

A flock of bleeps.

Skyscrapers thick-skinned

For a day of fun and practice.

The illegible occurs

When corpses do best burger headstands.

Digitally harvesting bacon's illegitimate red,

The Greys are coming.

ASSASSINATION SPENT

I fill the Internet with backhanded dread.

Once unplugged, I'm like a garbage can penetrating a melted cat.

Airpockets around the world stay online to grow rats.

They are hoping that eventually they'll grow the ghosts of their children.

Usually what's happening is I'm smiling because I'm alive.

A boy pulled in two from the ruins splashed on newspaper front pages

Sings his ghostly song while my joy cries.

Before, a 9-year-old, too, died.

Rat-proof garbage cans penetrate cats capable of gnawing through subway squeezes.

I use the oracle beneath where the tunnels fall to draw dark eyes

On newspaper front pages scared all the time.

I expect them to gaze long across long-tailed concrete.

The ghost of a 9-year-old is smiling because

Blood may be weened off the pants of a paramedic at night.

Anyhow now, mountains of trash grow up coffins with huggable hangers for arms.

Tons of bathers buried in an airpocket of rubble roast gingerbread penises.

NIHILISM SEARCH

I grab a magazine after I pull into the meat department. No one inside saying anything is as gruesome as things can get. The magazine empties first franchises. Chairs and meat are not the same as they used to be. Going down on my phone, I think it's the right way to center overeating handbags followed by cameras through a malignancy. A black metal gate has feeling in 12 of its teeth. I grab my meat and stuff it with the insides of a magazine. One black metal tooth sucks at boo-bruises on my cheek. Unused magazines phone more cameras followed by malignant tissues that stuff the first franchise shooting. Grinding down to one black metal chair, I empty my meat and ever since have developed a fear of the outdoors.

2011-01-09T21:08:00.002-05:00

5 Collages

2011-01-04T00:46:00.000-05:00

2 Collages

2010-12-31T18:00:00.000-05:00

7 Seance Drawings

2010-12-31T00:06:00.000-05:00

3 Drawings

2010-12-28T23:33:00.001-05:00

EVEN WITH A WOMAN SO CLOSE

All's in black before entered.

The bank doors before any behavior.

Bank doors kill the same man they enter.

Any behavior is suspicious of black in a parking lot.

To rob a bank is what the parking lot is before.

The dead man was identified as a short chase.

DECENT UNREST

Wiping cunts on my mind.

Spiked cunts on grime.

No thyroids, though I'm starving.

Keep voting OD in 2011.

The rad thing is I photograph how I understand

Cunt heights being blown and shown on TV on a boy

Having kids with his parents fed by my eyebrows told they just careered.

I'm missing

White dinners needing to be beaten and hung.

My stinky white skin believes in a login.

2011 in cash.

White TV's being blown.

The person taking the picture must be nothing better to

Starving cunts on my time.

The revolution of

Me blowing my parents.

We're in uncharted territory in that freedom.

Then twelve plagues fall from ten horns.

ONE LARGE AND TWO SMALL

Barely anything at all piled tight against the flying.

The countless, empty of life.

Heart attacks in the form of brie-to-ovenproof powdered light.

The fluffy emptiness of life.

Almost all already-reduced one-of-a-kind sheared

Gardens scaly.

Proof.

2010-12-23T23:50:00.001-05:00

10 Photographs

2010-11-29T23:56:00.001-05:00

Recent Photographs, Found Drawings

2010-11-14T23:21:00.000-05:00

14 Photographs

2010-11-07T22:04:00.001-05:00

5 Collages

2010-10-26T11:14:00.000-04:00

24 Demon Drawings

2010-10-23T21:47:00.000-04:00

2010-10-21T22:17:00.000-04:00

4 poems

DRINK OF DROUGHT

How to stop your mind can be demented.
Last line and nothing better to do.
Farm the fire depicted as leopard skin.

YANK

Of the rows cages sold clouds,
Actively participating in the waiting without fear.
The heavy end of me drools
Frost spasms.

Preemptive coffins nail the sky shut.
A demon whispers
Anyone may go on from nowhere.
It's comic, much like herpes.

WANT LITTLE

I'm near the wrath of pillage and hell.
So unwoven, my hot tub becomes
A cup for my ears, and statics
The private language a demon tiptoes.

Moats with long tags pile on the other side.
In my thoughts I die I thought.

DEMON SITTING IN MEDITATION

If you draw swords from your feet
The wind will feed on your sleep.
Insert some hunger into moon-viewing.

2010-10-19T21:52:00.001-04:00

Nudes

2010-10-08T00:00:00.000-04:00

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.

2010-10-04T23:14:00.000-04:00

RIDGES OF RIOTOUS LIVING

A lightbulb is full of ransom.

A pit swells in its rash.

There's always more memory for more

Mailman juice loose in the attic.

A painting of a dentist

Captures a curtain growing nostrils.

Watch this lampshade eat its snot.

Watch me eat this lampshade's shit.

Now with its spirit inside me comes

A sentence of death.

As those without skin

That's all I've ever eaten.

Something's sticking

Gray tongues out of my forehead.

Long sleeveless isolation

The secret matter reflects.

A loaded pistol wielded in a snow globe.

Mouths of carrot-cake cupcake

Inspire bloodthirsty jelly of

Majesty and maker boning the marvelous.

2010-09-30T00:57:00.000-04:00

3 Collages

2010-09-18T11:54:00.002-04:00

A Large Retailer is now available to purchase as a physical chapbook from the excellent Ronin Press

Please support this small press and the artists they selflessly nurture

2010-09-14T22:59:00.000-04:00

10 Photos

2010-09-02T00:11:00.001-04:00

While I do my best not to bore anyone with many updates on recent publications, here's a recap of 6 spurts that wrung especially easy:

2 Poems/ 6 Collages @ Horror, Sleaze and Trash

8 Photos @ The New Post-literate

"Over The Spills Of K-Y" & "Flagwaver" @ Sex and Murder

5 Poems @ Action, Yes

5 Poems @ Eviscerator Heaven

Featured Artist/ Interview @ soundless

2010-08-29T17:03:00.004-04:00

2 New Collages

2010-08-26T17:14:00.002-04:00

GORE Review

Poet & editor Joseph M. Gant has posted a review of my chapbook GORE over at Gloom Cupboard. Enjoy.

2010-08-24T00:37:00.000-04:00

3 New Collages

2010-08-15T14:48:00.000-04:00

4 poems

FORENSICS CAREER

Pussy in flight nouns penis on kite.

I think because they're both eating the same slice of pizza

My girl rules the world.

Penis-ish pussy sniff.

Twin dairy falls make a challenging community college.

Siamese tack flaps extinct smokestack.

My girl wants to get fucked all day but I

Think of which squirrel

Spells gnat.

IMPLIES DRIVER ERROR

Duodenum forever airborne

Digitizes the badly decomposed office.

The treading sun antilocks, transmutates into sweetbread.

Airbornes wash a statue's rapist clothes.

Pallets untitled route

Carve-ups slown down to warship.

BROWN URINE POEM

Trying to turn it willow all day,

I build a slaw.

If nothing else

Lace cloud null.

Autumn laser

Layout is trinkety.

It flakes my clothes off in front of

A wooden jet draped over throats.

HALLUCINATION #327,3203

First dice licks, then embalms the weekend a couple of hours before

My boss informs me that she wants me to start

Visiting some concrete pastures with the kind of viral detection system

Used in agricultural facilities to possibly reset bioterrorism agents

That think exactly the same as we do about how

Chestnut trees live without pleasure and selflessly bleed on

The largest dart plunged in a gnome parking itself through a pig's biosensor.

2010-08-10T22:47:00.002-04:00

6 Photos of the Teen Choice Awards 2010

2010-08-10T00:41:00.002-04:00

2 poems

HALLUCINATION #441,7069

The ranch bobcat's

Muffed limb

Fades to horn.

Marble raft rocks bottomless down rocky.

The small girl flattened in gastric juices.

The small boy frapped in pizza pieces.

Later my scalp hangs out

Of the leg dough I haunt.

INFERNO

Abort fessed

Blue stools

Vessel species'

Moo-moo

Between farms

Oracle goo

Death's victorious

Play-bones

Tar approaches

Hung repellent

Lamely fangs

Tar pumpkins

Gymnasts coach

Lubed farms

Monotonous splurts

Play dumb

Huhr-splat

Bus pie

Classic plain

Sun crack

Gray uh

Chopped sun

Dumb pumpkin

Raped blue

Victorious busses

Pie chewed

Due lube

Between moos

Titled goo

Aborted roach

2010-07-30T23:40:00.000-04:00

3 poems

COURSE

A blue golf shirt and khaki shorts urinate into some trees. Their penis was long gone.
All male golfers pee into little boys. A cart suffers from eternal fever.

If a blue golf shirt is against the law, trees should be charged through shorter penis time.
Urine was put on a diet in the hole of an absolute angel.

A loaf on top of a tree was once a little boy. So flows the summer of khaki asparagus.

PACIFIST WOO

Hawks are not a photoshop messup. Like us, they wonder if they brushed their teeth today.

There is mystery when you like to order anything you like.

Semblances of us buck as roast beef suddenly appears where the hawks were photoshopped.

A real dude brushes the hairs on his back. They are in stock now, grabbing popcorn.

SHEPHERD

Stars in heat. That's my memo for a footjob. Once gravity contorts, motorboats will be hanging down to my knees. A voice in a couple of beers throws them over my shoulders, how gross.

Knees in heat. Blown up air is just a plumber. Plastic fangs on all his shoulders. Gravity is such a soiled customer.

Footjob on a motorboat. A big butt with a head vomits into my mouth a little. Poking me in the eye puts balloons in my pants.

2010-07-23T21:30:00.001-04:00

6 Recent Collages