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.

5 Collages

2 Collages

7 Seance Drawings

3 Drawings

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.

10 Photographs