the porcelain bowl of control
intermission
parking lot, door ajar
too many. . . too few
encore
in the woods at dusk, snaking down throat
cackling at weakness
mastered volume—almost silent now
near perfection...Oscar-worthy exit
never wait more than three hours
get it out get out OUT
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
the dagger
to pierce my ******
spoke in tongues
the Word:
'We shall come rejoicing bringing in the sheaves!’
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
folds over, keels over in a midday faint, too scorching for compassionate glances. . .
on display in a crowded menagerie of folks
who don't give a **** if it lives or dies?
who just want it to disappear
and refrain from disrupting
their precious status quo?
their delicate REM patterns?
their brilliant stream of thought
about what they'll **** for dinner?
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
each of these bruises its own galaxy
another candy bar will be named after
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
nothing more than
grains of bones and debris
on the ocean's grits bottom
watch the **** out—
heart murmur, erratic speech patterns. . .
and
blackbird
mourning, filthy?
phoenix
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
Half-ass, half-wit, half-empty, half-over, half-life.
I always come in halves,
holes
cigarette, puff-puff-pass to the wind in solitary solicitation on the balcony,
half-ass smile.
I should like to never rise again.
I think I sleep to die.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
sink, sink
in lake, brain-eating amoebas await
enticing,
murky waters eat heartily
the titanic of unrequited love:
remains, unexplored
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC