solitaire hours
spent
preparing the
face
they will meet
pour tea
take cake
and make
advice
a little butter
maybe a
little
ice
at half past
three
quote Shakespeare
and
invoke
the automatic
hand
of
chic
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
We stand
on the ephemeral balcony
serving medium rare chicken
wearing ankle socks
savoring the ticks to the decay of perfection
our nights end when their days begin—
chasing the power that made the moon rise—
*Old age is philanthropy
for the failures of youth*—
Casual men
tell us these casual things
before they
leave our youth
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Rubicon on broadway
young and beautiful
in white Cadillacs and Buicks
audio pop gods transmit
preludes for the night
through hair waves
and satellite finger tips
Buried souls are only resurrected
among friends
at Shakespearian rags
at 10
in mind
with wine, no whine
oh mine, oh mine
no more golden toads in Costa Rica—
the planet is a metaphor for the body—
old spice and white gum
our everyday gospel
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
Dear Adulterer
the present is the only girl worth living
for in her bed is where you
always are
time brings about the decay of perfection
always,
breathe
and lend half a knee to the ground
to send naked prayers to the sky
for wifi—
we are supposed
to be our ancestor’s sci-fi.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
floating lights
and dark skies
sit on the phantom
heir as chair
a soft touch
a ripple
in the deep
blue sea
paper chairs
and crosses
float
beneath
the skies
as sheet
(the eye wake
gaze
at merry old
stars;
the ***** wonder )
we are weak
when we
are poor
and meek
when we
admit the tongue
did defeat
an old pair
of glasses
as glory
we all
wither
all mouths
meet winter
i hope
to
see
wall
grow flowers
before
a machine
gives
birth.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
levy the ports
the burnt ice is looming
plant an ear to the soil
and hear rain forests singing
in chainsaw lullabies
oh, what a wonderful world
Sirius is dingy
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
By and by,
we lie, we lie.
Clap your hands
to their lullaby
and become their wonder—
*96% of humanity
is worth $6 in space
carrots.*
The Cartier watch ticks
and some postmodern twitter
handle rocks
a swear jar full of
16th century curse words.
By and by,
we lie, we lie.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
The blood of dinosaurs
pump through the soil
serving as cold platter
for the lit Norwegian cigarette
The war of music pump paragraphs of hope
through the ear of youths
burning lips in pursuit of happiness.
In search of naked pictures of God in our mirrors,
the internet spent our laws and threw our only hallelujah out the sea—
and Arachne smiled, knowing she’s now the Womb—
and all men come in the belly of eternity in order to be.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
it's hard to crack a
coconut while
sitting under the
water;
in order to understand
the fundamentals of a
broken heart
you've got to know the
secrets of the soul
wait.
99% of human beings
are enchanted
and to lick the moon
you don't always have to
travel to mars.
Now wait.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
Soulless,
We quenched our dreams with thirst;
bought the heavens,
Waving a country of radio love
As fee,
United under one Internet
Two Chocolate paper ******* announcements
And $6 New York Halal meat.
The mortal man always drinks his sea--
So ask your doctor about Nixon
And lift the verbs off your skirt
For Nemo
who replaced Icarus
And now twerks at synods
With strip club oven oil glued
To his left fin;
The same one God used to bet Satan over the soul of man.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC