ANAL CALENDER
Time passes.
I can’t grasp it.
The past grows.
I’m asking for mercy.
I use a phone against the present tense.
But time passes,
And I’m not somewhere else.
ASHELEY
Skeleton meat
Kills sex on its back cover.
Copperplate gothic bold half demon.
Rockwell extra bold drug portrait.
Wide half-demon sex killers
Breathe the passing time.
Every beat in my heart doesn’t think much of land.
FLAT PENIS AND HER TITS ARE TIRED
Cobwebs and sperm
Are just glad to talk about the wind and
The wind’s pin number.
Somehow there’s a single world
That needs somebody to stay awake for it.
The wind is just happy to talk about the wind.
Cobwebs wish they could say sperm tastes plain.
Sperm wishes there was a simpler way to stay awake.
Somehow I’m awake and have nothing much to show for it.
I’m kissing myself dead in a singular world.
I THOUGHT I’D KEEP MY DESPAIR
I add cow hair and my twisted frown
To a doll head the size of a moldy hand.
Cow mutilations add commercials where
Tingling widows wildly tickle
Chewed eyeballs in lingerie on TV.
This is the way Jesus wishes he died.
WALNUT GRAVE YOGURT
Covers flat frog petroglyphs
Drying once they realize their ratings.
Nights become me stealing
My girlfriend’s tail and fashioning a canoe from it.
Then my girlfriend’s tail quiets down.
Then there’s this obscene dance we do that listens in
On flat frogs crawling over flat frog lawns.
Yeah, there are better things to dance to
But the planet’s dead.
INSERVICE
I open my mouth and death jumps in.
Sundays are a blow-hole shape.
I open my death and a magical blow-hole sore
Lip syncs jumping to all sea creatures.
Its magical song promises food will come.
And a fire-clay effigy runs naked on buffalo supplements.
People in the sky chase their intestines.
Giant skies promise traversable fires
That walk a frog and then watch YouTube.
WHEN I FEEL SHIT COME OUT BUT LOOK INTO THE TOLIET AND IT’S EMPTY
The beauty of ground-up bones shares moving through
The world with an unearthly attachment while profoundly
Belonging to the process of change.
Frost descends unnoticed.
Frost is the product of a small mind.
Fish and dragons make disgusting music.
A charred scavenger from the mermaid wrapper
Grinds up polar icecaps.
Polar icecaps scream orgasmic voices from
All the lovers I used to be with.
The lovers I used to be without
Tell all my old lovers that
Life is much easier once I cum and forget about them.
A charred everyday burger wrapper
Forgets about itself, amen.
All the lovers I used to be with have it easier.
ALL
Food blows bliss.
All food blows me.
I dig a hole deep in my burnt hoof.
I dig a hole to be blown in.
Food continues burning me
As I apprehend my deep invisibility.
I finish with thoughts of invisibility
Invasive and winged.
All food blows.
