the old, gnarled oak tree
says he's here
buried sentinel rings
bearing tales of structured deceit
sold as sanctioned to the world,
which suffered in sick and silent defeat.

bearing tales of structured deceit,
says he's here
the old, gnarled oak tree
buried sentinel rings
sold as sanctioned to the world,
which suffered in sick and silent defeat.

which suffered in sick and silent defeat,
the old, gnarled oak tree
says he's here,
says he's here.

Scrimpshle margle daddle boogie,
Marp-a-narp a tok tocken.
Slarly barndis greddle meepshin...

A siddle mibby glockshen.

Naddle bwud a moobleshuggy--
Swaven maddie hopstick.

Aggie brang us Finfelsteenin
Maggy bwangus mopsick.

Gravel raddy hinfle snuckus
(A toddy marsh to tek homin)
Anamabble woddy fuckus, wopple noffin gomin

Amass a rate frark

Beem hoo dussin.

above the sewers there was a massive city
it contained some beautiful things
above the sewers
there were families and restaurants
and romances and paintings
there were lovers and travelers
fighters and believers
above the nasty smelly sewers

above the city there was a sky
and they say that maybe eventually
somewhere
more sewers

disappear,
the shark teeth
on my windowsill.

disappear
the unfinished project
disappear
your dad in the shadows
disappear
complications

disappear
fighting for riffs through the fuzz
disappear
it was never enough
disappear
i traded-- cigarettes for guns
disappear
disappear

Single story
Maroon van
Autumn leaves,
Long flat road

Silence.

Black mailbox,
Light blue door
Blue shutters.

Single mother,
Blue, almond eyes
Taut white skin
Slightly tear dropped
Arms and legs

With round shoulders

Then the room cracked in half

It was the first time she's had the house to herself
In weeks

The room cracked in half

First, it was the faces of family
It was work
Drinking too much and divorce
Familiar things
But then thinning out
She pulled the voids of the universe close to her heart and held them like a ******* child.

WHY

Bad day, but still mild when cut off by some kid who doesn't know

Felt the universe flip a coin,
Glad it was tails.

Heads for the wine.

****** at life enough to **** some kid on tinder,
But that requires energy.

She stares into the vase and considers how they all hold on just as tight
But some of those flowers were just losing life...

**** it, she says.

& Signs up
For the soup kitchen.

How even when it's bared and worn
(We should probably kick the ****)
Beads of love glisten in the sun every morning
She's got so much
She's got so much
Watch out
They could turn into tears
And start the whole universe through your eyes

Then we'd be sick,
Because we know her well,
But she stands in a broken room
And we'd just face it with words
And skin
Because we couldn't do it
With love

Peaches & cream
Every morning

Every ugly face
Met with a sweet bouquet

Mild
Holding in the burning ball of pain

Resting her petals
Here, next to me

But I can't breathe
I think I'm allergic
Or we caressed for a moment
And I scratched your skin up

I couldn't change the angle
You don't want to think about
Me leaving

She's seen enough
That it just doesn't cut her
Not deep enough
When the two of them...
Hook up

But not every family's blessed like
They are,
Not every daughter
Makes love
To her dad

I don't really care
If you stay my boyfriend
You're sweet for now
Your **** is hard

I just know
I want you now
All I know
Is your **** body

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!

So what Matt did was pretty simple,
And very awkward,
He told her that he wasn't trying to be in a relationship
Because every time he does
He tries to leverage the commitment contract to vent his distrust of anyone
He gets too jealous and crazy

And so she listened and agreed
I guess because it all made sense to her
It wasn't her favorite topic
But she knew he needed to get a place of his own to feel okay.

If you fell from my sky,
Well I,
I wouldn't be quite sure what to say,
Which way
To twist my ugly face
There's no bite of me
That could taste sweet to you
These days.

Well, what a sad disgrace.

I circumscribed my world
It's true
With little glyphs
And memories of you,
My New
My learn to smile 2
Reminder to be true
A deep and solemn blues

Dearah, I can feel my heart
Latch on to something
When I think of you

I can't write a poem
I can't say a thing
Without hearing the off judgments
Of the incensed and myopic

I can't be assumed--
I exceed your burning minds and stomachs,
But the irony is
Now I hear their voices
In my head
All day.

I'll send you an emissary
Though this atmosphere
Is no trustworthy medium to carry it
I see my definition stretching
Ad infinitum
Like a hall of mirrors

When we were lovers,
The world was made up of little quantum kisses
Our bodies interacting
They were the atoms that made up reality

Now, that kiss is in secret
Marred
Withered and dried
Stomped to dust and swept eagerly off your dad's back porch
Where we used to smoke cigarettes

It hardly makes up a thing,
Flickering memories.

But if that memory flickers,
It existed.

I'll send you an emissary
And as these little pieces of my heart come off
You'll know.
You'll know that I loved you.

You'll know that I'll love you forever.

How unfortunate for you
That you had to meet
How unfortunate for you
That she had to cheat

Yeah well...

She told me I had staircase wit.

It was way too late
Before I got over it!

Now I can't figure out
How not to obsess
When you're wearing
Such a tight black dress

When you're staying
So close to me
So please, darling
I'm on my knees

Oh what did you learn
And who did you kiss
And how did it burn
And who did you miss

Yeah, I think something just fell.

like i'll never leave your side
like i'm broken inside
like moonlight
like baby food and formula
like love
like the moral of a thousand words with eddie murphy
like me
like you
like anything except whatever matters
which, by the way
was always nothing,
no one
is safe

or nevermind, i guess
if you're safe you're lucky

and yes i agree
it is stupid to look at things
in such a negative way,
let me play with your head
now go back out

sometimes i do--
i expect you
to get over my problems
and stitch me into your world

come on,
just take it with a grain of salt
and accept me.

but i know--
i threw a body forward
sometimes with love and sometimes not
sometimes like a star and sometimes like a black hole
and i promise you i'm sorry for it
if i could just see
if i could just move

if i could find
another thirty minutes somewhere,
i'm sure everything would find me
all that's left
is just to sing.
/

she asked to be buried in lingerie
and they did it for her, bathed in flowers
and told the children
before they came

crying, she balled up the letter
set it on fire
watched it burn on her bedroom floor

"you can take anything from me,
i'm over."

but she lied:
it was a year before she died,
and she hadn't given up.

i'll
just
sit here

eating this bag of
sour brain

beneath
the sycamore tree
i never got high
that way,
that way

sir Jesus never had me
over
for dinner

with people passing by,
some laugh
some cry

some shake their heads and sigh

some look to their husbands,
never look me in the eye

subtle deformations compound
the twisted work of a drunken sculptor
but worse, it moves, and thinks
and turns,
it loves, and hates, and talks--
must work!

i'm not sure exactly where i went wrong
but i'm listing, dizzy
it's getting hard to see
yes, it's getting cloudy

i meant what i said yesterday
but it's as if i've had a stroke
...of luck!
i'm still alive
it's not that bad
just overthinking...
****!

stray marksstray marks
stray marksstray marksstray marks
stray marksstray marks
stray marksstray marks

stray marks. stray marks.

stray stray marks stray marks

straaaay marks, straaaay marks.

straaaay marks. stray

marks. stray

marks

You're sickening
The sugar bubbles from your mouth
And you stare at me with seething, yellow eyes

You couldn't compact all that hypothetical emotion into one human being,
It wouldn't be right

So you look at me with these yellow eyes with flickering hips and melting,
Perfectly formed lips
You're flickering,
Flickering this.

You're sickening
Black burnt sugar
The sweetest thing I ever tasted

A girl with a funny name
From central pennsylvania.

There's a sweet lamb but you have her in a cage
There's a sweet boy but you broke him in a rage
There's a taste here. When there's a spot there's a taste and when there's a taste there is a spot,
These days I'm just trying to figure out what I'm not

You're attractive,
But you're dangerous
You're a sin,
Just to taste this
My advice,
Be patient.

you play with arrogance and humility like some sort of mad chemist,
scared to call you a virtuoso for all the places you go.

bobbing and weaving in and out of traffic
you're in and out of consciousness
clinging to a cute raft
slowly melting in the sun

oh, just push me over
my ego will give you one
last
good
scream

i wasted my time
what a shame
now just silence that whiny voice
'cause my ears are ringing

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.)

In the presence of wolves, they kept close to their guns.
In the presence of love, under the watch of the sun...

But it was said in the hills wolves held thrones over men.

The worried banter
Of paranoid minds,
And not a hair
Would ere you find!

...

But should you eye
Up my canines
And point that thing at me...
I do not skulk about with wolves
So should I keep my teeth?

But I don't walk around this town
Looking for a link
Starting conversations
About teeth,
And what I think...

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!

Mice like to sleep in a spot in the floor
Under your bed.

There is a little family that lives
Three to four feet
Beneath your head!

Now, they never pestered you once
No, never made a peep
All they ever did was move around when you sleep

Never took a crumb from a cupboard or cabinet
Just slept underground like Miss Mole and the Rabinet

Miss mouse and her babies all cuddled and cozy
While mister mouse works on his mystery project
And just what it is
Well I told you
Don't mind it
You never found mice
In your bedroom
Now did you?

focus on living
life's too short for every explanation
just go
don't be so afraid
don't just run away

REALIZE what you're DOING
be humble and be bold

NOW--
simmer down your temper
stop whining, you're an adult
sometimes, it's still worth it
but this time, it's too late

We could live on the moon
In our house with no walls.

We'd get carepacks from Earth
We'd have exercise *****

And we'd kiss
When the Earth
Rose above
The horizon
And our cat, he would laugh
As we made fun
Of them all

We'd have bowls just for ice cream
And one for whirled peas ;)
We'd have a time to read poetry
And a time for grilled cheese

And it's just so cathartic
To pull down our pants
And show them our *****
In lunar romance

...

But I know you'd miss Earth
And your Mom and your Dad
And I'm here on the moon
Please don't feel bad

It's not as far as Mars
But getting here's a feat
In itself. Girl, I love ya
You're really too sweet.

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

it made him dead
when she broke him with plastic
a suffocating bubble
a fracture formed through the man

they say that is what makes a man,
when you take something from him.

he dissociated:
he was the air pressing on his skin
he was everything outside of himself
outside of his control

then i guess he tore away,
breaking into other dimensions
promising them love
and poisoning this one with his sad, stony eyes.

pull me through the gates of old troy
let rose petals leave my mouth
like fractal horses running
like that fourth horse repeating

scary thought, that i
should own a piece of sky
my cousins and their steeds,
stampeding from on high

but that was just the rain
what men did unto men...
well once you're past the pain
you're pining for the pen

In her life, there was a sinking feeling
You never get time back when you've been mistreated
And the boy that should have loved her,
But his heart had turned to stone.

In my life, there was a sinking feeling
You never get time back when you've been the weakness
And the boy that should have loved him,
But his heart, it turned to stone.

more than a sycophant
far from a martyr--
i knew how to wear
the clothes of my father.

roll your gorgeous bones
my way
all of your nectar taking a chance
on me

waves of porcelain skin
i know
let's get reorganized
inside

let's invite the devil
over
for dinner

Now whenever she comes by,
It's always reminiscent of some dame
Just leaving flowers on a grave
I bet she's got a tattoo
On her left thigh--
In bold Times New Roman font:
NO ONE EVER NOTICED.

Yeah, she snuck that in there
Would you care if she was empty?

Eternities of silence made the chip on her shoulder
The sour bite to her speech, the scar on her liver
Cartoon angels with giant *****
Etched into her cranial wall
Familiar faces, ****** up constellations
Of ****
Thigh-high
Fishnets

And the bricks between us resonate her moan.

At least she's not alone.

And she's stabbing her lover to death in the next room.

...That ***** knows how to moan.

life's just a fairytale,
and i'm the cast of robin hood:
it's easy,
you just steal from the rich and give
to...
the needy.

but for all these Vagabonds! so wasteful of my grace...
oh, what a sad story to tell your mom!
when what you thought was grace
was just a lot of wasted time...
and that clever green outfit that made me iconic!
so convincing it was, that I was carrying off the goods
and sneaking them to a better place.

just another budding alternative artist, no?

but the whole town knew about it--
we all knew you were misled,
on some goose hunt pipe dream
whatever you want to call it--
so many of them get like that,
it's really a pain in my ***...

now the town has him surrounded
and we're just waiting to see
what he has to say for himself
i bet he doesn't expect this...
they're planning to use him for the heist!

(i know)

and isn't it sometimes such a rough art...
being human?

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

Stir up something stronger
In my mind,
A mind you tower over
A body dancing inside
Pull yourself out of yourself
Pull yourself into your blood
Resonate the sanctum

And stir up something stronger
In real life,
I can see you tower over me.
I'll take your teardrop in my eye
And it will freeze
But my heart will melt
And work my hands rougher.

When we all realize how much stronger we are than each other,
Suddenly we all feel about the same strength.

you are like ice into another dimension,
where everything goes to freeze and be perfect
you are like the love of my life
only different
deader
containing the definition of anything that tries to be penultimate

collapsing the heads of babies
perhaps in that bedroom
she spins their deaths to a sweet scent

but i can never quite capture your essence
because you're not some viking queen
in fact, it was never about the turner girl at all
more just about this moment
right here

my blood hits dead ends in my head
bouncing off inert doors
there is a man inside the room who hears the knocking
he is sixty-four
his feet are up
it's not the nicest apartment
but he is just tired.

sweet generosity spun me with her usual companion,
i guess you're well-acquainted with the smell...

you just knew it when i opened my mouth
t- t- to speak,

an honest and familiar chemical reaction
here on Earth.

well mama, i know you're sweet
but it's your bitterness that really gets me high
ever since i saw life from
...that other side

the side where you gave me the cash
and i spent it on ****
trading future solidarity for THC
losing our love
to a self-righteous heat death...

the side where a butterfly stood by
but never meant to laugh at jesus Christ

see mama? melting my body is easy
we both do it all the time
with sugar, water
or fate's many flames,
which cauterize the fortunate
so many things
that make me melt...

but i'm making brand new molds
(so scattered, mind the scaffolds!)
and if you want, when you feel lonely
you can run your fingers over it,
feel me working in time
and letting in shame
for a walk in my shoes

...to buy himself a new costume
for the party we've been invited to

with enough luck, i'll get really high
and apologize for not dressing,
tell them Rocky came to party

so what if i make the bed before i leave the house?
will my head feel more organized in a clean room,
will i be that much closer to the person
i want to be?

You put a lion in my heart, his name
is Henry. I'm just naming him now,
and I was going to write this as if he'd
already existed. But then spontaneously,
I realized it's more like you dropped him in there.

I have not been taking care of Henry.

I think we all sincerely miss him.

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.

so whose pocket
does the universe fold up and fit into?

it could be yours,
if the music hits you at just the right moment
eternalizing the moment in which you were Ready...

you'll know because
a piece of that infinity will break off
and collide with your brain,
reminding you it's really yours--
no strings attached:

this is a steady stream of gravity,
winding through fields of Paradoxes,
rolling into a world...
where that's what they call

daisies.

i hesitate to face the music,
to me it seems locked up, strange
cold, exclusive, mocking

this can't be the one
that fits in my pocket...

but what's reaching me from across the rift,
over fields of Paradox-daisies
yes, up through the sewer drains!
and straight to my brain?

Aquarius, with her basket of water from Anywhere
taking me just a little closer with every drop
stretching the limit, the border, the shape
illusion soup

now the f- f- fold is ... easy

did i stutter?
answer that one til your savior comes with a sickle,
a novelty, or (dare i say it?)
an improvement.

and you were so sure it wasn't me.

an ineffable kernel belied your definition.
you are formlessness pulling on the fabric just so,
giving rise to form
drinking foreign waters
and not at all considering every possible dimension!

I never want your present
I never want your love
I never stop to obsess
Over where you are
Or what you did

I drank a glass of moonlight,
Enough to settle nerves
To say goodbye to forcing things
And be more at peace
With everything.

The distance between us is staggering.

December showed up dead
Her limp body supported by a gaggle of murderers
Between them little sense was made

The peonies were poisoned,
The hydrangeas were hiding,
The tulips were passing *******
And the roses don't even know what hit them

I curled up in the mulch

There was a pretty blonde girl,
Projectile vomiting

I will freeze your ***** and keep it in a ziploc
To feel closer to life
You will go on to make beautiful love mandalas on the very brow of the universe

I've got all this dead fruit
I think it's time for a change