To the exotic fisherman
who may stare at
the silver-scaled fish
in wonder--
this shall be your new catch.
With souls like nets,
and pure-blue eggs that hatch
new ideas in a flash!
Savor this fish as
it flicks its tail in a splash
to return home to sinkship hollows.

For you detect no
like creature
precedes or follows.

I’ll ne'er forget that day
The sky a lavender canvas outstretched
It was the day I broke my timepiece
And the puppets called me wretch

My empire of daisies wilted 'round me
Closing me into my grave
I was buried with my handgun
Under layers of black lace

And the sea doesn’t weep
And they birds they still sing
All the colors haven’t faded
Why don’t they mourn for me?

The stars haven’t dimmed
No expression grey or grim
I hear a distant happy hymn
Why don’t they mourn for me?

I’ve restrung my violin
To play my sorrowful song
I won’t drown in my self pity
For I’ve been dead for far too long

And the sea doesn’t weep
And they birds they still sing
All the colors haven’t faded
Why don’t they mourn for me?

The stars haven’t dimmed
No expression grey or grim
I hear a distant happy hymn
Why don’t they mourn for me?

¿Es crimen ser lentísimo?
No, y tampoco es aburridísimo
No significa que siempre soy flojo

Hay árboles que trepar
Yo no los quiero dejar
Que peligros en el suelo, ten ojo!

No me temes por favor
Mis uñas no dan dolor
Me encantan los abrazos como ustedes

Las uso para pegarme
En las ramas que necesito apoyarme
La libertad prefiero más que los paredes

Quédense un ratito en mi hogar relajado
La mejor manera de vida que ustedes han probado
Todo el estrés dejaran

Mi pelaje es velloso
Como les parezco tan cariñoso
Como las personas no me amarán?

Oh you, you champion.

You have won us
(some by losing us)
We all adore your scissor-shaped
mouth: even unsettled goslings
honking claims of flying south.

Shine on, halo of a man.
Shine on, newsie flash in the pan.

They christened me Pink
in my downy, natal cradle.
It was then that I received my yoke:
I was to pale
'neath the obscure shadow of the Blue--
my rosy blanket-veil of subservience,
swaddled eternal in woman's dues.

They christened me soft
and henceforth i was to give, and so I  gave
and caved to the ferocities of Indigo-coated generals.
i must always Behave!

They christened me not
a mindless bot;
I think, reason, and ponder.
So I made the trade from rose to sky
and have since found it ever fonder.

Havoc of the heavy-hearted
Which from their grief are never parted
Gloom by sunshine never thwarted
Stultified, folding down on knees

Excess of nothing, excess of nothing!

And the absence of all.

From canyons do we creep,
Endlessly creep,
With blisters on our feet
From abysses twice so deep.

Love is not matter.
But matter is does.

These ragdoll knees render my collapse;
Caught midway 'tween a twinkling synapse.

Hail unrequitted love,
ancient poetic rite of passage.

The bullet-burn of countless ant bites
knawing, devouring at young and tender flesh
empties soup-bowl eyes of suppose'd might,
a ringing scream sprawls out of each biological mesh.

You have never felt anything this full-of-feeling.


Never have you been so overcome
with nausea that you have no out
but to *****.


You have no choice but to cry:
Yet your sacred spillings prompt
your pen to fly.

Inspiration,
when stripped of romantic charm
Is nothing more than a
pollen prelude
to an uncontrollable
sneeze.

Where does despair go?
Does it vanish or disappear?
In the distance I can hear
the skulls chime in the wind--
hollow bones rattling like the
skeletons of my sin!

Try as you may
to blink away
the macabre, gray-green glare
of the death of your hopes:
So you are bound beneath
despair's, wicked, ragged, ropes.

Pond surface ripples;
Yet tremors below seldom
stir the anchored soul

I sing to you
who makes me sick,
who sleeps in my house in a bowl on the bed
And drives a car as I scream of the hollow lives I live.

There, there.
Everyone who is happy this hurts you,
I am.