THE UNTYING

My renunciations

Are as dim sum as a birth scene

A smokeless deer-headed infantry

Cradles me like the newborn

Ultramarine ground

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Snail on a

Spider

Without a maker

In the corner of abandoned greatness

One day I'll stick

To the sequence of the jellyfish

Commanding from long beards

A centipede

Whether it's called a centipede

Or heaven

Prior to the final rebirth

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Through the streets

The swallower of lifeforms inclines toward 

Animals corralled for slaughter

Horrific umbrella of four snakes burning

The flowering tree 

Like mixed circles rendered some persistent spoon

The flowering tree follows its convention

Condemned to the cycle of space and color

A lifeform then swallower

2010 SKETCHES

1)

And a lot of cute girls love that premature baby

Looking fabulous as it hand glides.

And a lot of cute guys love that gallbladder

Squashing along like a hot pink premiere

With a gazillion pantsuits fashioned from surgical lights.

And soundscapes of elephant

Litter the soy sauce strangeness

Of a romance between conjoined twins

After they've sawed each other apart to death; to

Shanghai, my father looks for a peculiar strain of cilantro, then

Spends his deep strangeness inside an outdoor cage

Digesting me.

2)

Feels like a neverending year where my woman 

Wants to increase the many moments that

A writer could write while staying the same person

Even if everything that nourishes deep down

Is actually some dying urge 

Looming above

Should I be able to repeat

Our real fruit flavor

With a mouthwatering aroma

Fast absorbing

Dangerous levels of spatula

Over steady backbeats

3)

I euthanize the live ones.

I call them an angry force or the shitty.

After hours in a fishbowl

More consumers cite parasitic worms

Than all other media combined.

I'm just going to keep my head down to avoid

Seeing the whale carcasses decomposing in the chow hall.

It's hard to prevent my drunken driving from sucking one of them.

This central midmorning of thick crowds

Gropes and stalks those religious people

Like they're the bloodiest and certainly

The most anatomical martyrs

Since Sam Walton and George Dayton.

An avalanche refloats

Well out to sea.

I concentrate on the boiling rovers.

EXPLOSIVE UNDERWEAR

I reorder anal sex in the middle of an oil platform.

I'll status soon a cigarette's unit of time.

Cardholders rot like mountains of frozen yogurt and

The next night confirm more time

For contacts and consolatory calendars to 

Preview as full slide-out

Legs climbing the walls of an airplane on fire.

Basically, I have a nosebleed that stops my eyes

From marking their return trail.

Bed of sweet pain jumpstarts my new anal angel.

With the flag that covers our son's coffin

We preorder a favorite wine

And disappear into julienned kneejerks.

When it's showtime some soldiers are still going to call

Her a bitch no matter if she snowshoes over 

An oil platform in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico

Or wonders what it's like to rosebud then fuzz away

Toward the mountain winter right next to mine.

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4 Collages

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Flu

Birds

Idol

LIQUIDATOR

The bars close down around me forever.
The virgin wraps herself in riptides
From the heart of the sea.
The land casts itself into the deepest void
Of dragon and of devil.
The bones of sheep bludgeon the streets
Like cemeteries of rain.
The saint with his hands
Breaks me into a thousand pieces.
A stream of fire on his head
Instead of hair.
I pity my children, I pity
The lewdness of the grain, the
Wine and the boil.
The saint burns the fields
Which my lovers have given me,
And anoints himself with my waste.
I mean, he's just all about the butt
These days.

CHRONICLE

Faithless cities compound the tents of those
Who once tended cattle.
Dagger in my hand and I'm imagining a swift stab
Through my heart
And saying yes to eternity in the demon's den.
Split whips strewn across the plundered fields.
Raw-food convenes despite the climate change heat.
Reluctantly, I go home
And meet him in one of his pretty little dresses.
He is posing for the neighbors
Who obviously enjoy it.
I try running away but trip on a bulge in XXXL overalls.
Side by side underneath the steamy moon
Cattle diligently masturbate then rest before their flight.