clinging to the night like a wet sheet
naked beneath it’s sweat dirt & stare
dreamin’ of nowhere   runnin’ runnin’
all of us movin’ movin’ movin
to whatever was out there
a great unanswered scream


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I was starin’ at all the imperfections
of an orange    shapes, dents, pocks
nobody cares
    as long as it’s juicy

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there was a street light
& all of us were movin movin’
dancing on shingles singles
bangles of tigers
claws & smiles
   fashionable dresses all torn like the moon
  sometimes I feel like I don’t know
where i’m supposed to be
       & if i do know i don’t
know how to get there

footstep, footstep
at least you’ll be
somewhere


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the car is blasting
boom boom boom
we all b movin’ movin’
parkin’ lot party
& then
   i twirl
        i twirl so fast
     flashes of blue satin
  black jeans, plastic
rings, beercans
       skin, rhythms i
  twirl    spreading
my arms  his eyes
        stop
        his eyes


6/12/11

Men hunting Men
Desire mixed in their molotav cocktails
a righteous dissatisfaction on each side
a twinkling dusk falling behind ruby hillsides
limbs and religions sway in the tide
Of the rupturing world
each wondering how will we
make it

& why



night undresses
her ******* are perfect
A slow dance towards the edge
A serenade of gravity dislodging itself
All the little creatures in the play
love money beauty grenades








survival of the most depraved
ah
here comes another day

4/30/11

a.)

caves of women
     lips that swallow fruit
**** down holiness
strange tangled legs
     vines of disoriented youth



b)
i met her at a beauty supply shop
    smacking gum& bad bleach
  hum
cherry lipstick pink
        i grabbed her hand
& took her out back
amongst the dumpsters
& orchid trees
    
     the orchard of our sour tongues
swung like a noose
in the sea
           see
              unsee


her blue contacts dried

    a shovel by her side

       this is what it means to

      be alive

      wanting but not waiting to do die

shoveling out a tombstone name
trying to force yourself

backwards in time

to make people & beauty stay
   on the broken ground we lay

    asphalt & fertilizer

    the afternoon sun
stinging shadows on our

      eyes
red, blk, white
she is speaking
lips part      like a   c l a m
   braces shining with spit


the whole of human history
   in her imprint
“can you…”
     her soft fingers  stroke
       my face

indent stories
   slow mo
       i’m by her waiste
cars & dogs rustle
    brown clouds    shoot
from factories
& hover in our hearts
    her fingers taste like
     hunger & salt

“…. go faster?”
      fun so fast
hoping to make

   it       stop.
      (all)

****** down a faceless hole
of love

      i imprint my chest on the stones
& sledge hammer out the breaken memories
of her

collecting in dark pools by my head
         she says
i’m sorry i cannot leave

the mystery of her legs        (butter)
spread
still deceives me

i sing through the strings in my teeth
       of the pretty shapes
of lies


TANTALIZE

there are no velvet ropes
       from which to climb out

no glowing exit signs from her mouth


i once believed in ___,


but now
i don’t even see
myself

                (fine)
soaked through my    china bones

the pools of her are all I

feel

i rip off my skin & the clouds of my soul
       finally, emptiness     .

There r so many things I don't know
dreams I don't own

                       Swimming
                       in the blue
                      of night

        falling through
                   the holes      in my
                                          head

tripping on the noose
                       of my-mah-memory

sleeping with the spiders
            that sing cobwebs
          in the cracks
                    of the heart

swallowing the dark
                    in spoonfulls of
                             love

                    I find u ...
                     h-h-h-hideing there
everything in this ****** up world
               is suddenly       ok

toothless junkies
        rifle through trinkets
             hearts leaking tar
           onto the bus’s gummed out floor
hoodied heads bow
             begging for a break
    or a stake in the heart
        or a steak
          half burnt trees flay   flash by      pray         for one less day
                 dogs chase
           the beat up clunker                                        yellow
        gnashing blindly
         at the machinery
         screaming dust
              in the world’s
                 face
         I hate Mondays



4/19/11

Midnight dresses her body
I can't spell her

my name
let me let me touch
her body the waves
of my confusion
i'm reaching for a silhouette
hand shaking

a light from the black ceiling sky
blinding
we r all lost in this hole in the wall in the void
of los angeles
or some imitation citytown in the middle of nowhere is where the heart is
Nowhere
this blackness everywhere
the blak and white liquor poseters
this red couch
the spotlight blinding
I want I want

oh midnight dresses her body
my hand
quivering
to know or lose adulthood
the spotlight on me
her silhouette
the taste of death
&right; when I touch                   She's gone

4/7/11