Your fingertips
lift up my lips
at the corners

But I smile
because I want to,
I smiled before I
met you

It shakes my little
soul to be with
you, and

I'd smile because
you want to,
I smile because
I want to

I've less
patience than
I remeber,

and my day
is sufficiently ruined

Hypocrite tournament
put the hippos in a
tourniquet

Turnt a bit
too turned up

Two ton tummies
summo wrestling,
who will win?

Mounted champion
munching on
mountains:
A hypo-hippo-perbole

Constitution pollution:
the constable ruining
the ******* consecration

A soluble solution:
grape sipping blood
letting to fully bless
the humors

I was shore
that could not
leave the sea alone

The waves floating
my way while
I think of how it
flows and the way
my loose sand goes

The sea waves towards
the shore for the
calm in her:

He waves
onto my shore
-incessantly- calming her

In sheets and stone
presently wrapped up
nice and tightly tucked in:

A close embrace
of the earth

Play mountain- with the
hill a slide- the slide
a hill and the swing

Drawn up on all corners:
the equating shift
of gravity and the
aesthetic

Lungs in the sink
mixed in with
the pink

smoke slinking
gray tincture
prescribed

I know
my roads
will dry beneath
the snow -just
like a face I
remember
seeing-

Mojo LowJo:
not quite the
chimp in a
purple cape

No triplet of
enemies beset
against me

And still yet
met with demise:
thwarted poetry
on the rise

Made a fire
made of fire
maid of fire
underneath

Lit made me
glow

Held a flame
helm a flame
held aflame
on the beach

Lit made me
glow

To be the
adjunct one
must primarily
be unnecessary
-or else of lesser
rank and authority-
and added to
an already complete
institution

Secondary
requirements
include a lack
of permanence:
why keep what
is only auxiliary
-indeed, I too
now see-

I can't forgive
it, yet still I
wonder
of the
next who
finds your skin

Will she make
your heart beat
faster than I can?
Could she give you
all you ask for?

All the nights tucked
in love filled sheets,
I hope they made
you feel good

Can she give you
all you hope for?

Apart a part
partnership apartment
in the armpit of
the army

Arms arming
apart a part
artfully
artlike
ark like
covenant:
partners partly
apart

Love proves
inadequate at
every turn

****** niggling
over stupid
****

Shed no tears

Ain't like he
crying over
you

I followed you
from the hill
whose view
left you empty

I filled you in
-careful of the lines-
when that force came
to claim your mind

I even changed
my mane this time,

I followed you up the hill,
where it's frozen

God willing to
play the character
and dress us up accordingly

I want puce gloves and
green boots: a contradiction

Do I contradict myself?
very well then, I contradict
myself

Frustration function
to organize the committee
for their public tongue shun

Jettison junction
flicked up or down
in the merging lane
to turn left or right
with unction

What a snare of delusion!
What a state of confusion.

To shoot the hen before
dawn; awake to quiet
its intentions

I'm on all fours
I'm on the floor
I'm on the force
that turns the day back into night

La llorona
mojado con
sus océanos
se ahogando

Feel I
feel like
feline skepticism

Feline
bee lines
belies her approach

Moon princess
prism power
activate monthly:
destroy everything

There is
no more
of him
for me

What do you do
after you've taken a bite
of the world and found
it unsavory?

Call the waiter to
return it and
eat the sun
instead

And if little
proclivity for
spicy food then
opt for dessert:

lick the moon
to its gooey
center

Who's that on the
dial of the radio?
-a twist to the left
and sounds come
out rejoicing-

Immortal thoughts voiced
crossed coming through
the wiring

Loose **** turned
to set the tape
rewinding

Lying at the bottom
of an ocean

-enough plots of land
to plan on the
seafloor-

To make a home
where the sand
is strongest

Striked kite
-lightning bolt-
key: string
rod electricity

Mira al cielo
como un fuego
-con ojos apartan-
el sol sumirse
en el olvido,
en un sueño
profundo,

Mira al cielo
oscureciendo

Is this disguise
is this the sky
is this the life that's turned out?

How many lies
how many lives
how many hives to break through?

When in thin sheets my sweet Jewel lays
within that ocean-cloth soft and its waves
my limbs can then search, search, stretch, and stay

Where I cast my arms out, a net flung to sea
with currents to wriggle you closest to me
O how floating drifts us to glittering sleep

To sit
means
to be sitting already
-in the mind-

The same goes for
literature and
written music:
to be read
means
to be performed
-in the mind-

Some great production
of the theatrical imagination:
to project familiar airs of many a
stranger's voice behind the eyes

Gravity -and its enemies-
pulling one into the other,
not quite a planet and
its moon, but perhaps
a planet and its men
-dependent on the other-

I cough my lungs to splendor
with the simple tchk
of my lighter

Are they standing or
on all fours? Stuck between
two columns of gapped bony thighs
expanding, extracting, contracting

And yet the air
fills and flows until full:
-even throughout the night-

Layer your love
atop me as brusque as
the strokes of an oil painting:
red over blue under yellow

Lokah samastah
sukhino bhavantu

Oh Lord that I would
pray to in my youth,
be that you are as active
as when I beleieved in you,
there is still no affirmation
for if faith brings presence

Prayer being to rely
heavily upon ones
own self storage
of resources

Lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu

Please open seal
gently, the general
surgeon commands
his general army

No more hesitation:
The first incision
made at the
proper perforation

The code is embedded
deep in the thalamus
between -before- us:
A carrier pigeon
bringing his
message

He does not
stop to rest
on his way

Whose little dog
to wag a finger
at today?

-Bone swallowed,
slid and stuck in
the wrong pipe-

What is enough
to feel better?
an equal distribution
of humors throughout
ones constitution

Scales tipped
by the lilts of
a pointer

Frozen pipes filled
with clear molded
folds of flesh
-like wrapped
up flowers,
budding-

No shower
to take
-not even a
cold one-

The sink is running only
warm to hot water, so
at least there's that

My bae has got
these loving arms
that never get enough,
and let me roll too
much

I've got it good, I've
got a good one who
makes me good as new
even as the new
moon rises

Poetry is
the folds of
a tip in a rolled
spliff: is it an
M or a W?

To have avenues
nuanced ancient
scientific entities
titrates rationed
rather irrationally
at a rats rate

-do you feel
anything yet?-

To have access
to the Brocas and
Wernicke at all times
-unless compromised-

Nonsensical arrangement
of bits of sounds
mounding to some
amount

Disappointment ointment
to treat the pigs
at their disastrous
appointment
-oink, oink-
o ink o inkling
clinging and lingering

Another dream
of the other me being
a super ****
-jellyfish hand
floating unt
ut up-

Hatred for
started strategized
conversations-
conversion converted
conviently ate up,
satiated and satisfied

Something along
the fine line of
leave me the
**** alone

Again it comes
quickly, that
inexorable id
charred charge
charging

Misanthropic by nature:
nothing personal,
surely, as devised
in divided dual
individuals make
a good duo with
moody id

But as a whole?
Those holed and humid
humans imps imposing
postures?
Literally, they can
all literarily eat me
out—medium-rare,
raw—

She tastes her tongue
-stuttering, spluttering-
and recoils -bitterness
and bile- slobber down
the side of the chin,
spitting it out.

She tapes her tongue
to the front of her
teeth -so that it
does not touch her
uttering buds going
down-

Slurping loudly
the syrupy silence
and its sounds
her thirst grows
to frenzy

Sacrificial  
blood offering
-trembling-
to the ancients
within her

Flask emptied,
half-full still

cup runneth
over

Bike
tryke
unicycle

Pedalling
with both feet
and no hands
-gaudy helmet
for safety-

Still inevitable
the blackness and
scratches of
pavement

Ride or die

Third tooth
chillen on land,
dryness