Today
When I see you in front of me
You run through a thousand words and bits
Of
Bits
Of lives you know
I am part-werewolf part-pop reference
Part great archetype part lover
I am never whole I am never me

There is no insight

Today
when
The blue of your eyes
Is only as vivid as the paintings I’ve seen
They are not your eyes
you have taken them from the blue of time
you’ve dressed your self and yourself
from cruelty in factories
and the love of the cloth

today
I am losing it
You are millions of people
A shaky picture of a picture

It must always be like this

There is no insight

Today
When you unravel the things in your purse
With gumpacks tic tacs god and a weapon
I don’t know which one you are
Who have you stolen you from?
Say existential crisis again
And I’ll disappear into the walls

There is no inside-out insight
There is no in side-out in sight
There is no in side out in sight

Time is a walking shadow
Time is up, yo

Time on the roof of the mouth like stalactites
Like an ice monster

Time singing to the audience
Hitting all the wrong notes
All the notes really
But in the wrong order

Time is an hour glass
Shot through with arrows of time

Your time against my time

Time is money
Time is wartime in war

Time like mold grown on the inside of our arms
Time like water stains on the ceiling
Time like stains in general

More than you more than me
Time
Time like a dress on the floor
Time like suicide mission in the name of time

Time like a poem abandoned in the abandoned candlelight
Time like nothing we care about
Time like popsicles never going away

Time going back
The light going back inside the body
The body blocking out the shadow

Time like tombs like time like catacombs
Like reading slow and dumb
Time like you and me at gun point with a decision
About time

Aborted time and poor time
**** time and serious time

Time like names we can’t remember
Won’t remember
Time like a memory that hasn’t come into being
Time like a broken mic
Rophone

Time like the echo
Time like ******* in the dark

Time like no one’s ******* business
Time like the ****** in your shower scene

Time like god’s angels
Time like a broken record

Time wasted when you’re done with this
I apologize for wasting your time
Time like a band-aid coming undone
Time like a cherry bomb inside our homes

Time slipping out the smashed clocks

Time and time a
Gain

You tracked it down
          Watched the water go light pink
Watched the light go in and out
     You’ve been shaded
You dragged it a mile down the river
               With your bare
                                          Hands
The sun left and you saw
The moon
            Shoot up just for you
With its drugged-up glow

You should have done this long ago
            Screamed and smeared
Danced with guts still warm

Elbow deep in the heart of it.

You think about getting an apple
                           For the mouth
But that’s been done so many times
                           It wouldn’t mean anything
Your stomach turns
       Hunger you guess

You have to bleed it dry
                Just to eat

It beats cleaning dead bugs
              Out of the sink
Its beats loneliness
It beats until the heart’s left out of this and the rest of it

There won’t be any leftovers
             No flowers
No ceremony
It’s not that type of ending

Your hands are stained for days
Your thoughts too

Keep waiting for your pulse and things to quiet down

Sure, it’s comforting
Sure, it’s been like thing forever
But you’ve thrown away so much of it

You could have kept some of the insides
But you were afraid
-scared shitless-
you wouldn’t know
what to do with it.

Yellow backs of chair
           we're in a classroom
               it's outer space
I can see through your shirt, almost to the
                                                           skin
we're in a machine, we are strangers
                   I want the shirt to
                                                show your heart
It should be there somewhere
             in contrast with the green chalkboard
                    we might be on to something here
We are kids inside the classroom
                your hair has some rust inside it, your hands play,
                   we should learn our lesson
I don't know you
                        I love you
Let the world turn away, let the oxygen strip itself in air
      Books are burning, schools out
                 Apples are rotting
It's bad. I have a knife I'm not allowed to have
           this is unveiled love
as we
     will
come to know of it

The world started as a mouse maze
science knows that but not Miss Anthropy
the hunger lets us smell the happy-meat
Run, children, R-U-N, witches and **** wolves are coming you see
I aimed the small gun for my head but got the shouldered white-angel instead
accidentally made a blood paint on the wall like glaze

No doctors! I do this my own self fast
Trap some daylight in a jar and go inside
Poke some holes in you Miss, like a reverse vampire death
let the light out. Burn, Burn. It's you are me all that's left
I'll mouth you and duct tape for mount ride
Invade. Take the tall kingdom. Shadow cannot last.

Signifying not a thing-- Idiot Doc and weird *** science
and Hate Hate Hate, what would you do?
-- Eat 'em up, **** 'em dry. Of course, take them in. Drown them in acid
--Sounds like fury to me -- No! No!-- It's a valediction hid-
den inside your love-soul. All is careful in a yellow hue
Two sides to the hitting fence: Love you lonely or build a shoddy allegiance.

Remember walking the railroad track?
the tunnel looked like the devil's mouth
is what we said
It wasn't cold or warm
there was a wind that didn't show up
we took those pills that made our eyes
like cartoons in love
made the stars fall like ice cubes
into the cool water of our stomach
You said you remember
how your father scared to death for his life
sang you rainstorm melodies
that were not beautiful at all
but it made you sleep at night
you are still terrified of soft lullabies

you told me about the night
that strange kid became a thief from inside you
remember that's the night I tried to kiss you
the claw marks left a clean impression

remember remember
even though I know you won't
your eyes of glass tell me everything
about your need for transparency
and for your lack of memory

I mean it
this will be clear, no poetry or sparkles
no birthday candles on the cake
there are
a few ways to serve truth and
I am not familiar with any of them;
I am glad you don't hide in the bathroom to eat your lunch anymore
I am glad when you found love you pushed it away because it wanted more
than you ever had in your organs
I am glad you fight the diseases you've invented
I am glad that over the phone angels drop out of your mouth
and fight the monsters in my stomach
there is such a thing as good violence
no one has won yet
but
the fight is
pure