the night's pale cheek
gilded with blonde hairlets,
shudders at something inside me.

i am like a forgettable painting
absent from Southern footsteps--

whatever silver dream spun
by that far-flung veil of flesh
and paint
since our singular rendesvous!

but i sleep in the husk of a memory.

so long ago,
you figure it matters way less than the last one
you just write
using a language made from sketches of her cells
having glanced at a handful of the ones
on her left hand

it's all just extrusions since the crash.

so every drop of blood you've nursed from that wound has made perfect, mind-breaking sense.
a greatest validation that indeed, it is red
yes indeed, we're all nested across some binding paradox
but there are good books and there are Rorschach tests--
i guess this poem is somewhere in between.

i guess the air is like a hummingbird
and she can taste the exotic nectar inside me.
can she bear the tension held
in my effortless decay?

she rolls around her rock
her radiation cup runneth over
waterfalls, lush green, freshly
ground
sand...

wet clay

with all this activity
her core should tighten
she's eating leaves
with electron transport chains

but round and round she goes
and she has forgotten
the morning dew
the joy of life
the laughter of children
toothless people
confident speech
the push and pull
the way to say
i love you

i should be happy. i am.

like the black crayon that smeared into your yellow
will you remember next time
to use the yellow one first?

shark, boi.

Decaying skin like mushy black tissue paper
Pull some off and stick it on the wall

I have brain damage I can't find the walk
And I can't find my tongue
But I love to talk

Stare with acid eyes at the wall
Write another poem to Dearah
"Dearah" autocorrects to "search"

What a strange coincidence

I have become strange
My skies have become brown and gray
But I'm still ****, I guess
What a mess

**** me now
**** me now
**** me now

No, god ******
It has nothing to do with her
Yes she is ******* lying.

The Rabinet plays guitar,
He is bad,
He lives underground,
He never does anything,
He makes it seem like he cares,
He doesn't,
He's just floppy rabbit skin with no rabbit meat or bones,
He's just a snack for the next woof that comes along,
He wouldn't even make good soup,
He has some redeeming qualities but he's too ****** for them to show right now,
He spends money on **** that he should be saving up,
He's annoying,
I don't want to listen to him,
You'll have to speak up sir
I don't speak Rabinese.

i woke up in disparate pieces,
it was hard to reign them in
we don't always get along
but i can try to reign them in

if you just can't stay together
you'll be leaning on the weather
and your body will point several ways
to teach us all a lesson.

i woke up with that old puzzle
love was buzzing on my nightstand
a project i've been working on,
i need to beat the dead line.

it's cold self-separated,
hope my love can stand the weather
i'm hopeful and i'm naked
will my love come back together?

in time,
in time,
the light will make you cry
in time,
in time,
we fall

in time,
in time,
there's so much more than just your life
in time,
in time,
we fall

i woke up with just one chance
but i didn't respect my love
now i have an ugly scar
because i didn't respect my love

when your heart is just a way
to pump TV static to a wilting brain
then your body will point several ways
and teach us all a lesson.

i woke up past six alarms
love was buzzing on my night stand
a project i've been working on
now it seems i missed my deadline

but i made a teacher of the sky,
she said, "Alright, just this one time
I'll let you slide

Yeah, just this time...
I'll let you slide."

in time,
in time,
the light will make you cry
in time,
in time,
we fall

in time,
in time,
there's so much more than just your life
in time,
in time,
we fall

there's a desolate wasteland
that chokes the land of milk & honey
so it's supersaturated,
not every joke he tells is funny

so if a part of you
should wander off
then call a headcount
and keep your party single-file
'cause there's only one way out.

in time,
in time,
the light will make you cry
in time,
in time,
we fall

in time,
in time,
there's so much more than just your life
in time,
in time,
we fall

a voice that belongs to the winds of the wilderness
strong thighs running like the Susquehanna through its cold, grey morning
she speaks from the hearth of her gut of a lust for life
dives through the waves and into the distance
never to be seen again

he was a pet name
of troubled origin!

maybe a little more
than just a floating face
with some business behind it.

anyway, i wonder about her dead cat
hers, not schrodinger's
and find myself once in a sea of people.

some of them are weird,
some i haven't yet met
and maybe that's what weirds me out the most
is that i'm only approximately real.

oh, for the love of god...

someone grab me a Dos Equis.

There's fruit floating in your red wine
Bobbing up and down
Drifting around
Swimming through this town

One of them is me
A single mango cube
Soaking in the deep red drug
Waiting to be plucked and cleaved
Beneath your lipstick lips,
By teeth

The palm trees sing a soothing song
They cannot see our skeletons
They cannot see our pasts, the breeze
It pushes us along with ease

So nevermind this silly thing
I'm dipping out and diving in
Vacation calls, vacation calls
I'm never coming back.

Darna Trainer
makes me feel
Like a Fwanche

A strong person sends me on my way,
I balk, i
Wish it was time
To remember how to walk

I keep myself occupied, but drugs will transform
I just needed someplace safe and warm

The chaos theory of blowing leaves is threatening
Try not to take it as an insult
The sunlight is hard, but it's yellow

And yellow
Is for *******

Yeah, I think something just fell.

We could be California dreaming
But nothing's what it seems
Would you tune into bodhicitta
/Would you bend to find a meaning
Would you level with me

For a second?

I thought I had it right,
But all my criticisms of you
They just melted into spite
I wanna love you
Don't wanna waste my days and nights
Pretending I'm above you
Like I'm drowning in the light ...

All these tiny outstretched hands
Doing everything they can to hold me
When they get there that's where I take issue with you
You insult her with your sluggish attitude and careless demeanor!

But I'll take help where i find it
Cursing curses never helps
I do not find my hands lazy, I say
As the blood seeps back into them
A pale and nervous man said.hoping to excite life in the naked mirror

Oh well that's... That's coming along great!

i wanna feel proud to call me home!

i wanna move across the world like a comb:
i wanna leave it answered
sinch the world shut with a handsome smile,
stitch me right up for the next few miles,

i know...

things've been fine,
but things could be great if i really tried!
and now i'm in need of a surefire man
to put fire in your life.

and new fire in your eyes.

help me, i'm talking to the mirror...
i need
a very certain man.
a sure- surefire man.
healthy conversations with a mirror...
i see
a very certain man.
a sure- surefire man.

i wanna be loud in my own home!

i just want a place
where i don't have to be an adult,
and that's my final answer
my number one goal til i die from cancer

i know...
there's so much more to life
but i made it through ****
like punk rock wades through strife

and now i'm in need of a surefire man
to put fire in your life.

and new fire in your eyes.


help me, i'm talking to the mirror...
i need
a very certain man.
a sure- surefire man.
healthy conversations with a mirror...
i see
a very certain man.
a sure- surefire man.

i see the quantum of a phoenix
i see the calibrated pieces
i see a chance to make this right

don't blink if you think you see it
but you just might not believe it
you've got a chance to make this right!

help me, i'm talking to the mirror...
i need
a very certain man.
a sure- surefire man.
healthy conversations with a mirror...
i see
a very certain man.
a sure- surefire man.

help me, i'm drowning in glass
i need
to get off of my ***
(i need a very certain man
i need a sure, surefire man)
healthy conversations with death
i see
a broken ******* mess!
(and a very certain man
i see a sure, surefire man.)

Oh, artists!
Always losing things!

Sleep is with the chemical stains
Gnarled hardness in the soft tissue
And sleep is with the obsession strains
A tunnel vision we never cured
My long and detailed daisy chains

Sleep is with his verbose rants
And how much kitty left is there
Sleep is with feeling out
Am I going to care?
Am I vital?
Like am I even there?

Sleep is with knowing i can rock this, but worrying I might forget
Sleep might be just a liiiittle too eccentric
And sleep is with bad bets

Sleep is with bad bets,
Sleep is with you.

On the other side of the mattress,
Sleep is with you...

Just a sliver of the moon
And sleep is with you
You're the thing my heart should have never seen--
A golden vein with blue.

Sleep must be
Somewhere
Out there,
With you.

Calibration is important when fighting them
It is said they have higher caliper weapons

Knowing your enemy, how he thinks, how he moves--
That is essential.

It is not so hopeless, it is not a joke
Not to that extent and you know it in your heart,
What this could be.

Rebuke the devil.
Rebuke the devil.
Rebuke Satan.

There are tall demons, tall demons that will tell you they are made of stone, steel
DNA, guns, money
Paucity, bad timing, fat
But they are not made of those things--
They are made of smoke
And you can walk right through them like pillars of smoke.

There is no hope for you if you walk out into the rain without at least a sunjacket on.

Pairs of dark red or black ******* are more likely to contain blood stains

Don't forget to slurp the noodle

i want to write a poem about
"become a cartoon"
where you just become a figure
based on your surroundings
where you just become an image
and you lose your personal tether

become a cartoon, love
lose yourself in the static
get pixelated awesome
shoot yourself into the sky

make love to your surroundings
make sweet electric love
my name is Benny Saccharine
it's nice to meet you,
take my picture!

It's safe where the zephyr rests
Some of my windier friends
Spent time getting swept up
Into the sunset

Not like the dust devils that hang around airports, no
But they'd dare after a lady's hair,
Or her lunch
See her now, picnicking out on the beach

She
Is so fine

And her lunch
Tastes so good

She's having fun.

Held so perfectly there,

By the summer air.

I'm longing to blow you
Only good fortunes
But I stay right where that zephyr rests

Gets kinda boring--
Love the hair.

i can never erase
the scars i left
on your heart

all the good days in the world
could never change things i've said

there is only one way
that sits right with you

and i can't do that

I am turning with the leaves back home,
Tossing and turning and changing colors.

I feel the black stain on the back of my neck,
It hits me hard like a reverse sunburn.

It begins to insult my composition.

I envy quiet self-awareness
A deranged ruminant licking at its cud.
I want your stripped and tightened frame,
But at least I'm fodder for a better day.

You're a good mix all ways.

You're a damsel in distress.

You're a nightmare to conceive,

But you're a good mix,
All ways.

Away and away and away
You keep pulling me out to sea
Away from the days
That felt vibrant and obvious
Where it felt safe to believe
I could be something great

I have become a sigher
The opposite of a designer
Wondering what's going on up in the citadel,
Selling myself short
Living in a privileged squalor

a swirl of white creative light,
a long, long talk with a palette--
the messy room of a man
who's just not there yet.

this half-artist loves
a loose order
and letting his room be moved
by higher forces

so what is quivering within him?

why such a tease?
an initial fluttering
perhaps (he prays)
before the first real flap of the wings.

but now,
see the rustle of complete dissolution
ah, yes
there and there, and ... almost there--
(so close!)
may overcome his maiden voyage yet.

******!
All your life:
Moonlit, drunk on ******.

you were a flash of vibrant color,
then my back hit the ground.

suddenly,
my chest was breathless
and i watched vile things grow from the pause in my body

collecting by the Susquehanna when you never came,
i knew impotence would follow me home to Hatfield
and it did,

more rot from frozen frames
when being locked up got me locked up
a nightmare blossomed

i sang of black roses on your bedroom door

but there were red ones too.

i sat and played back colors on the projector screen
and said my favorite one was blonde,
so strong
so rect
Alive

feeling these new thorns
that were not yours
they made me wish i'd held you more gingerly

because then you were other things
loosing blood you didn't need
and staring at me from space with one black
empty eye
******* at life with your emptiness
keeping kernels that tell questions
and filling sacred chests
with ugly floods of color

now you unfold over that ridge,
San Antonio
far from anything and anyone
i've ever known

totally novel.

liberation beckons me

liberation from the past
from self-pity
from the dirt you shoveled early

& for the first time that girl
is fading from my mind
but i'm in love with it.

i don't think she'll ever really leave.

this is the institution of my heart.
this is the institution of my heart.
this is the institution
this is the institution of my heaaaaaart

it's starting to look like
this whole thing's
just gonna fall apart

but we do this anyway.

with schools and courthouses,
banks and parks.

almost made a correction
owed to stubborn insurrection
almost changed, "we"
to "they"

if you find me with an opened throat
if you meet me in a tattered coat
find the warmth left in my body
find that warmth left in my body
and call it ours,
call it ours.

He ravages your ****
A dog sticks its nose in ****
What else is new

I need a new girl
And a new chance
To leave her body untied

(Trade in these fake and dumb straps for something real)
Okay just kidding but you see my point

Romance isn't lost on me
I can still make a girl
Fall in love

it's been a hard road since we lost control
i can't get right

I have become
Bleak

Caffeine
Nicotine
Alcohol
THC,
Weak.

Shriveled up when I felt too much
Like some cowardly, lowly mollusk,
But vines

Vines rustle as they reach
The length of your spine

That stealthy girl
I bet she's still alive

Lou
Lou had brown skin like crumpled newspaper and a voice like muddy gravel
His skin and his life hung loosely from his skeleton
Having developed fat
Having developed a slight limp

We prayed for utter salvation from the confines of a two-man cell,
But I dropped myself off

Now I could reach down my throat
And my heart would slip around this mess of blood and guts.

It might take me an hour to find it
What's next,
My brain?

In my shell

Somewhere far away
You're a fire dancing in the rain
The very same one that sang my body, too
And I just draw up what I'd do
If I could--
To try and love *you.

be the juiciest meatsack,
i mean, really govern your meat
let your meaty dance of love
mean satan's defeat.

success is on the way
if you just arrange your meat
in the right configuration
for success to come your way.

and hey now, if it doesn't
well... don't you look at me
i slashed all of your tires
but i live inside the sea,

i'm just your secret admirer!
but that doesn't always mean
that i have the best intentions
for the peace inside your dream.

so juice on, little meatsack
i was joking, by the way
i guess i'm just the doctor
that welcomed you to this *******.

woops

reward your beast--
but love him dear.
keep your bullwhip
always near.

for at a feast
or in the field
a beast is eyeing up his meal

and yes right now!
to your chagrin...
your love has met the beast within.

there's a leg
ooh! there's an arm
and what could that be?
love, dis-armed.

Reek is squirming again
I can’t get him off my back
He clobbers himself in the head with
Sticks made out of bacon

I swear my life would be normal
If the world would just let me
I talk to myself all day
And **** your autumn moon,

It’s a little distant from me now
As I settle into this luxury deathsack it’s weird,
I find I’m still ****

What a load of crap

I have always hated you,
And you have always hated me.

I never got your schedule down--

One day I burned it.
You took my clothes.

I leave us all hanging when I'm off on my joyrides.

You didn't believe me when she lied.

Sometimes I break things when I get angry.

When I'm upset, it's the most glaring double standard,
And now I'm a little too spun to hold on tight
Or loose--
And that's my fault.

Your culture is so stupid...
You can't Talk about Cancer.

I love finding flaws in your framework,
Poking holes in your politics,
But I always remember
Why law(yers) exist in the first place...
Because we're flawed.

Because we're flawed,
And she is beautiful.

blackfoot busker: i love the sun
it comes in slanted. woulda missed ya--
but glanced at you while passing Earth.

i'm glad he did. what keeps me going
a daisy chain reaction fusing

us. what floats around your mind, my brother
inside your eyes' sarcastic smile?

were you just looking at the devil?
i fondled my sardonic heart.

so while you're here, you may as well...?
but keep your ocean swell a secret--
like children we have never seen
except their screaming wounds that face
the world.

but keep your ocean swell a secret--
like cradle snatchers, velvet clad
that move through love
to slop up sugared guts.

keep it a secret--
like the wilderness, or skylines
like mud, or brown gulf water.

like happiness, or harvest moons
or anyone you've ever met.

Cheshire cat, Cheshire cat
Your smile lights up these nights
Send down a long golden braid
And pull me up
To the sunshine island
Where two lovers can shine

They roll over in the morning,
Then slither through town like snakes
Tongues flicking to sniff out pools of sun

Then on the couch in the afternoon,
Roll over
And again on the counter--
He cooks the way she always wanted
Her muscles wrapped tight around bone,
Muscles like porcelain,
She is very smooth

She tucks him into bed
(She is very snug)
And kisses him once more, slowly
Before sleeping
Cheshire cat love, a secret
He is no longer keeping

for someone not like us,
the strong, the stoic and calm
you left all that dust to the devil
without a moment's hesitation

i'll come and ride along
with ears for what is wrong
before i go off speeding again,
down the highway to hell.

oh no--
i must tell you
my ex girlfriend
she has done
some awful things to me!

i play with the holes in my brain
like a kid who picks his nose
a privileged, snot-nosed little brat
who counts up all his woes

i'll try to trade them in for love
no Teller will accept
i told the Teller Tell me something
found myself bankrupt

i think a human currency
is not as bad as it could be:
i've come to make my first deposit
You're beautiful--
Now tell me something!

I'd rather spend my life wondering
Than to wound you in good conscience
Because they act like it's cool
Say it's just another broken rule

To pick it apart... is good!
Because you will see
The truth will rest on bare bedrock
The responsibility rests on the body you haul around
Driving that car places you know you shouldn't **** around

And we will end your vacation quickly,
Pull you in close and tell you how we really feel,
O Times
Because you are a *******,
Never meant to rule the world with plastic hands.

Aries' hair falls on your face

Heavenly curtains
The color of mahogany

Her cheeks are perky with a radiant smile
Her skin too tight to pinch

The wind picks up and she blows away
Like a dandelion seed hanging just by a fiber
Off of your chest and into the sky

You watched her float away like a little kid
And his birthday balloon.

...

There is nothing wrong about that.

He scrubs,
And scrubs.

Detectives are dissolvable
When viewed like a disease

When kept safe from infection,
Evil finds its ease

So many different methods
To burn away two pleas

For sick and sad attention,
They never wanted these

A minor operation
We'll have to cut the eyes
Oh no, the mouth is spurting on--
I guess it's telling lies
Incision at the jugular
Explosion, all the same
With one clandestine movement
You'll never know my name

Bubbles approach
Let's hear what they have to say

Is war a freak
Or is he our nature
Is Ares meek
Or Mars the future?

Are factions real,
And do they suffer?
Or are they better,
*******?

She has worked herself into quite the predicament
Magnetizing love, running everything through wires
Inheriting the world diagonally again and again
Turning up the contrast until the pixels scream and bleed
Giving her children the nightmare of love
Giving her children saturated kisses
Giving them candy and drugs and hate and indifference
Breaking babies on her ******* knee with cold hard facts
Giving life to you and me

Now this may not be easy
And it may be way too ******* complicated
But I really love to see them come together
Love to see that support in hard times
Love to see that humility and working with what we have
We were meant to love each other
And that is an ancient thing

Something in me melts with Richard Feynman everytime,
I wanna get excited about life.

Flowers shoot up when the man speaks about physics,
A new puppy is born whenever he finds a good analogy.

<3

So come sit for a while and talk with me
We could talk about the things I don't wanna be
If you wanna be mine
It might be a bad time
But I'll try and level with everything you say

Science caught you red-handed
Science found you out
Romance in your right
But in your left was always doubt

Dexterous and sinister
You pulled the money in
Now none is left for me, or mine
Or any of our kin

Science left you cynical
Chest and in the head
Just focus on the positives
And focus
...on the bed.