the freeze came in the night
    
           it ate the lilies and froze the
                                
                                water in the pond it killed
    
                                                 the limes on my tree
                              
                             ­   now the moss and shrubs

           are matted to the ground like

your ****** hair that day.

[ i am going in the wrong direction].

morning lights an overdose
easy breathing in the honey glow.

the light pushes through my dead plants
illuminating the wrinkled petals

the wind blows soft and smooth
my eyes are heavy and dim.

behind the lids dance cosmicly
patterns and queer visions.

leaving the real world to seek the truth
ill bring you back some flowers.

lets hide under the bougainvillea amidst the summer thunder

lovely rocket teeth flaring up pick me up make me dance

lets prance along the docks

like the summer lilies and how the water

so cold and green

like the shade in the nape of your neck.



coffee cans and the guts running like black

muddy swirl me around the bottom of your glass

and slick me gritty across your teeth



it was so time it was so e l e c t r i c

the vibes and cicadas and the wind and is turned the air

and under spider webs drops the dew and moist

kiss and kiss me



fried minds and fired nights and

smelly pumpkin teeth ugly goofy

grin hahaha we ate their guts

and left their skulls on our

porch

last night on the drive home a street sign waved hello.
the heat has come like a fever
it fries the nightlines in a humid soup
it drys your throat and chokes your eyeballs
oh **** it burns the tiny cuts in your sweaty hands
you've a need to break a melon and drink.
you've a need to roast sugars and tell tall tales of distant frights.
what real horrors lurk there
beneath the surface like smoke?
a dream, a fever, a skittering nightmare
it will come it will pass and we will all freeze.

we walked into town with our heads encased in cotton

     my tongue was leaden and molten it poured out of my mouth

          like a fountain I was powerless to stop it. everyone was excited they

               bounced around the place

          like loose atoms and ball lightning. outside a three-legged dog bit at

     frogs jumping around in the grass.

               it's soon going to be time for mass and I will be nowhere

to be found. i always laugh during church and make mama frustrated. she's

     exasperated and I don't see what the ******* deal is. church is a

quiet place, a cool sanctuary to smoke a joint and relax and not

          have to worry about anyone listening. it's so silly

to pretend otherwise. at night

i have my own mass with a confectioners Jesus and some wax for my

                     cross.