an idiot has raised a village
burning at the stake.
cooking for the forest.
a family of plants
burning in the sun.
a chorus of screaming heads.
bodies of illness.
harboring the mind of melody.
and a creature which does not exist
slithers in from every side.
a mouth open so wide
it is emaciated by its own strength.

my soul is my river
my body is my dam
and my heart
goes out to
all the dying fish
drowning in love

.

-Are you enlightened?
-Does a dog bark?
-Yes.
-So then, yes, you are a dog.

the fact that i am in a room is mind blowing....i don't think anything can top that.

i hope you fall into
your *******
forever

crack my heart open
cook the yolk
on your burning hot body

ill take you raw

staring at eachother
through telescopes
we show our skin.

stare into eachothers lense
and we see nothing
but our pure
naked
self.

your thoughts
are being broadcast.

they play disco music
sends signals to your brain
makes it impossible to think
but you dance like new technology.

they make you think youre happy.

rollin round on tracks
and switch out your parts
while you sleep.

i caught the devil
and cooked him
and i ate him...

with my dead friends
and dead family

the only heart
you can truly have
is the heart
that is your own.

all other attempts of
mastering yourself
with another persons life
are lapses of wholeness
which look back at you
and explain to you
who you are
once yourself
has been met
by yourself.

a fusing of souls
is to pour water
into more water.

it only overflows.
leaving the container useless.

in the secrets you keep
in your drawer,
or,
in the brown spot
in your heart;

that is where you go
to be delivered.

i love ******

i don't have rosey cheeks.
i don't have anything like that left.
all i have is the closeness of death.

hungry animals leave the woods
and find a job in the city
just to get away
from my collecting dust.

no one wants to choke.

i build a fire and listen to the echo's
of someone else's laugh.

a voice that i don't recognize.
a voice that talks the talk.
enough to make me walk for days.

until im lost
until im crazed.

enough to stop trying to see
through the haze.

and see the way
for its many ways.

tomorrow when i wake up
ill be dead.
the bread-box must be larger
than the bread.

a poem cant capture it
a movie can't capture it
a life can't capture it
the universe cant capture it
that's why its watching itself
its waiting to see it
thats why i was made
to move through the mud
until we know what it is

my life is an ember
dying on the floor
and winking at me
the way only
dying stars do
to the wonderers
and the wishers
of this world
through its dust.

a psychedelic manifestation of form;
we leave this place.
we live inside of each other,
lit by the light
of the near death
of everything;
it passes through our bodies.

time is a molecule
which we ride upon;
a play thing for children.

we grow closer
or further
from eternity-
the nature of the soul we share.
-the eight-limbed creature
sews its bodies into;
one breathes out to one breathes in.
swallow each other
back onto the floor,
and *****
our psychedelic
manifestation of form.

she,
     a witch.


the well,
   poisoned with snakes.


the town,
       dead.

its grave,


       our bed.

theyre trying to
make you
**** yourself.

i will poor myself
into a cup
and drink heavily.

childish heart, you look silly from up here.
aging mind, youre forgettable.
old soul, thank you for
being such a friend.
i wish i had been
more like you.

im left wanting to tear
off the rotting suit that i wear.
leave it lying tucked into
the space between
the door and floor.
keep the room quiet and cold
to give me room to think.
allow the music
to leak out of its seams
so i can have something to listen to
and something to drink.

when i sleep in your head
all the animals are dead
and id make it a song
but its a quilt of skin instead.
and i give back to my church
but they think that they are thieves
theyre on the job while i marry
writing checks for alimony.
my three children bury me
inside of all their tombs
and they pass out and know
that im an animal too soon..

fallin asleep at the wheel
and i wake up with no cash
gettin high on garbage
gettin drunk on trash.

ill turn your kid into a puppet
with a color t.v.
for a mind with eyes for buttons
salty broken screens

the umbilical chord
is plugged into the wall
and its drippin wet with surgery
playin a scene
of dead vets workin
on their own bodies
lookin for the coins they swallowed
to pay the fare for the ferry.

if i can lie myself
into loving her
i wont.

a fly flew into a spiders web
and now its dead
the spider walked into my house
and killed my mouse
the spider crept into my room
to meet its doom

There is wear on my life as it skids to a halt and is scattered across the highway and into a tree.

"in prison,..what you think
is what you are."
he was two weeks out of a 13 year sleepover. He told this to me
in my dream.
a year later i think of it.

i now know the one true place
a person is imprisoned.

the buzzards above me
circling and soaring.
a staring contest for miles.
and im at such peace
that i fear
soon my grin
will fly off my face
and join them.

the distance...
              ...iisssssss......
                    ­    .sooommeewwhhheeereeee........
                              ­                  ...and....&.

if i held a watch for each time, all occasions, our eyes repelled then thought of the crime of the lack of statements, then mine would turn dry while i tried to find how long of a while was on my hands.

im still young enough
to build my own casket.
still smart enough
to build a test
that only i can fail.
still enough
to watch myself
pass by.

her hand
cooks
on top of mine.

steals the warmth
from the room.

a shivering fire
begs for a meal
so we give it.

ive been resurrected
by an ungodly force
once again.

what do they want from me?

its been fun
being one
with everyone.

but my curiosity
has peaked
and i have
the strong urge
to commit.

kindness and senseless beauty

when you stand in my mind
wearing only your skin
your pheromones penetrate mine.

to taste your biology
leaves my tongue drowning
with nowhere to go
but to yours.

i know
what it is to be
immutable madness.

for this decade of my flesh
pushing through the streets
under the sun to find a place
to sleep in the shade,
my rhythms have been guided
by the mesmerizing code
told to me
by my very own
self appointed hypnotist.

the spider who sleeps deep in my ear
who's dreams drip down my throat
and fill a pool inside of my chest.

but i never knew the tongue in
which a spider speaks.

i know not what i have done.
i woke up in a place lost to the world.

words feel like dead things
i try to reanimate
but suffocate
when i send them
to you.
so i sit in my chair
and try not to stare
while im watching you
from the moon.

i want to try
the air you breathe
but it takes courage
to leave.
and ive got some bottles
i brought with me left
filled with 85% post-consumer breath.
one tube pumps the good air in
and one tube ***** the rest.
and if i did leave
and made it
down there to
cross-contaminate
with you
im afraid you might
break out in
boils and sores.
and you wouldnt be
beautiful anymore.

so i watch you and smile
every time that your eyes
wander,tire and rest
on the moon.

when you realize
that this whole time
your hands have been spiders
crawling out of
the mouths of snakes
then you've got it.

ive never actually left my chair
except for when i died
and got lost on the Penrose stairs.

baby too crazy but crazy enough.

.

your nightmare has legs.

it pays you to
watch it shave
and you accept.

crystal information
will cast light
out of the head.

the shadow will be
no more
of the puddle on the floor.

we will spread
beyond our bodies,
beyond what is dead.

he howl at the moon

bark at the sky
to keep it secret
from the sun

the teeth are evicted.
looking for a mouth to rent.

the tongue is fat like king.
breathing in the moisture
and the mold
to be eaten.

my moth flew over to me
and with a sheet of cloth
i broke off its wings.

i tried to make a mercy ****,
to cut off its head,
but instead
it was left damaged
and shaking
and ill.

it bled from the breadth of its neck
and i feel its breath in my head still.

why have i done what ive done.
where is my heart from.