Ephemera 1

5

THE HARD TO FIND NURTURING LOVING AND KIND

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlTARsMNNkQ

MY ARM FOR A PILLOW. A BROOM THROWN AWAY.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjLQI5Ucfro

3 POEMS

I'M IN LOVE WITH THE MODERN WORLD

This truffle butter world,
Shipping for free in a compact box,
Adds up the worth of an arab with a bomb.

Nicely done, now a cow's fallen eyebrow is deaf at the waist.
Its waste an iPhone photo of old folks driven to death by phone scammers.

And I'm in love with a post-9/11 Anthony who joins the army to protect a country

That secures my freedom to jerk-off into any basement sink of my choosing.
What a lucky break on the oxygen front.


A DONKEY AT WORK

My desk shelters albino body parts.
My desk consumes their magic powers
And spends the night but won't call me in the morning.

I sleep through the alarm.
On cable a non-swimming toothbrush sells football to a maybe immigrant.
Generations weaned off of life hang from his muzzle.

I make him a hat.
He falls off and breaks his neck.
And then little yellow chicks assume a business breakfast.

I farm a proper dictator for the sweat from my pores.
We play in bed until the clock strikes a naked pic and a pen.
All my life I've been told not to wish I was dead.


SILENCE IN THE SNOWY FIELDS

Abstract flus pork skeleton slug faces. Leopards.

Abstract teens slug flu leopard pork. Details.

Accomplished swallows of a spaceship crash are the last dishes washed. 

A few stay underneath me at night.

Abstract pork in my pocket pays for the dishonest life I fall asleep on. 

MAN HOUR Vid plus 6 Stillbirths

Solemn cave visions. Serious carnage. A screaming toothbrush waiting on someone with my new brain. His body of heavy breasts is a breeder trying on a cow. We share the soil's air. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD-qbib_8_8

5 Poems

NOTHING BUT THE END INSIDE OF ME

I grow Mom's erection to flatten lost paradises

On t-shirts on dead fingers on their lunch breaks.

For miles are goat mailboxes stuffed with recipes

Always hot blue tarps mix with mermaid spermicide.

Dad's boiled saliva smells my easy lifetime.

Earlier, it wore Autumn Sonata as fresh underwear

While sailing the rotting sunflower sea

Toward Trakl's black mouthed yellowing olive tree.

A thousand videos of cobwebs punched in their stomachs

Is everywhere I've been and nowhere I've gone.

I look outside garbage bags five times a day.

Nothing but the end inside of me counts every beautiful thing I see.

FERTILE AND BARREN

Pasta in limbo.

Laundry in limbo.

I have no income.

A washcloth walks faster

Than ample blank flowers.

I feel insane when I get into bed.

Digested shrimp age calmly.

They pick a postcard from my guts.

Shrimp recount their remains to shrimp pussy faraway.

An erased mouse has chapped lips.

I live like it lives.

I used to be more friendly.

MOMMY GUILT

The two windows on my wall

Bleed the best sauce,

Bleed people at their regular table.

People are basically snippets

Of the stuffed donut-thing they’re searching for.

Race riots emit the odor light poles love.

Kissing light poles is getting weirder.

Emails talking to me tomorrow

Simply want more time outside.

My days have too many hours in them.

TAKING A SHOWER WITH MY REMOTE 

The cum on his neck is art.

My cum on him is the average I thirst for.

Happiness comes, depression comes.

All the buzz on dolls that are Wi-Fi enabled hums. 

I've run out of cum.

God replaces it with teams of mustard and ketchup. 

Gandhi swallows a gallon, Mandela swallows a tub.

Writing shit about cum for the rich is not art.

TV PREVIEW

This September, a super-soldier fucks Confucius.

This October, celery smiles like shitting sprees arrested for shoplifting.

3 counts of attempted shellfish iffiness

Develop a case of breastfeeding anorexic tadpoles.

In the style of stab wound epilepsy,

A shadow's shitting spree was another of the twin towers 

Evaporated when a young white girl made the show more sellable. 

A tan of bladder-like eyeballs on Confucius

Suffocates the allotted croaking of frogs.

In October, the super soldier's dad fucks bulimic shotguns.

In November, French fries and defined arms are pregnant.