i shut my eyes
like the moon eclipses
and total darkness
smiles.

Roses are red
Your eyes are blue
Therefore your eyes are not roses
Its true
And if you disagree
Then you are *******
But I think you're beautiful
Please marry me
I'll give you money

im a child with a magnifying glass.

im a colony of ants
eating the child.

apt's 1-9 all hang.
lives destroyed by a crashing plane.
a carousel.

a crazy man attacked me in the morning before i killed a little boy in Cannes.
i prayed for a miracle
when i woke
next to his tattered body
but only got sick
from his flesh.
im much more concerned about
my own flesh now and
need to end it.
this is a terrible waste of time and

when the moon shows its ugly face
i know just who i am;
a lychanthrope of a man.

i can not run.
if i run
i drown in the pool
of my own shadow.

beggars come from hell
to befriend me.
to **** the marrow from my shell.

the cave-dwelling spider
is my master.
it gains its grip
on the insect that is
my soul.

what a ***** little insect.

a steady drone of misery hangs in sheets between the people.
their eyes roll over the ***** floor
looking for their lives.
a quarter falls out of
one mans pocket
and rolls down the sidewalk
while a hungry cat eyes his child.
the misery is hungry.
the people are hungry.
the lives are hungry.
the cat is dead.

we could cut the dictionary by a third.
we could cut the writing in hundredths.
who knew there was a d in there.

when i die i hope someone has the decency to burn all of my books before they leak.

i wake
and my
mouth
is so
empty

my hands
so

unemployed.

Hey, i wanna
cut off my fingers
and string them into a necklace
and wear it
but youll have to
do the clasp for me
cuz i wont have any fingers.

And ill never take it off
cuz i wont be able to.

to the wind
you are a beggar

to the ground
you are a cramp

to my ear
you are a nervous whale.

the sirens been impaled.

i watch your life set sail

i watch it fail.

medusas eyes are vibrant lights;
they turn me to stone.

incandescent slits speak
incantations wrapped in moans.

her head of snakes
their tongues that rake
my dead skin from its bone.

her garden breathes my nakedness;
we touch when we're alone.

her flowers lift their heads
and wrap us tight
as we are sewn.

together we are sewn.

Descend the staircase into madness and look out through opaque porthole windows which shield you from the sea of nothing, ebbing at your shell, while you climb the rungs for a way to escape from the hollow ringing of the skeleton in which you you're dying and gasping for water;
A fish swims in your lung and is left to drown and suffer and rot and eventually be eaten by the ***** which are your soul.

the spiders crawl out of my mouth
and over my skin
and into my ****
and back out of my mouth
to sing again.

i love you all, but oh boy.
..wuts gonna happen?

i havent used my brain in a while.
but i still wear a frown upsidedown.

turning
into
an
inanimate
object.

he realised he wasnt enlightened
and still he wasnt enlightened.

nothing he did mattered.

life is meaningless
and thats ok.

a darkness alone
in the human.

where it is wrapped
in perfect peace.

perfect pleasure.

drinking its sweat
and talking its philosophy
in full detail
to itself.

-laughing.

-grinning.

swirling its ten-inch finger
around the rim
of its glass-

-it is the ringing in your head..

drunk in the cave
with spiders
walking
through
the nightmare
carrying away
the vaguer pieces
on the well defined rine
of their oil-slick backs.

nesting
and nurturing
incestuous pods
to light the walls.

to ignite the glow
of its vacant grin.

the mist swims out
and dies.

scanning your body
and watching the show
of your soul decomposing

with its ****** eyes

half open and
tasting you.

rotting the tongue
which talks in
your broken,
burnt-down
asylum of a mind.

an octopus.
its soul lodged deep in its throat.
an arm sent down
to seek and retrieve.
another forced down,
annoyed by its attempt
at a spritual quest,
chokes until the other 6
are a set of limp waste.

the soul melts back into the water
and the salt.

the body becomes
no more than sand.

the color of a rock;
predators see,
but know:
they are no match
for the true enemy.

Saw a gay Jewish black dude today with a yamaka on his head and a gay Jewish white dude at his side and they were looking at Crocs. Did they buy them? #details!!

all my selfless acts are acts.
and always cause a scene.
i dont kno how to be virtuous and graceful simultaneously,
but i kno how id lke the play to run.
as something serious and remote from me.
my involvement in a beautiful smile gives me one half its width.

bark

built from the bones
of the horse who pulls it

and the skin
of the human
it holds.

i lay my body to sleep.
my heartbeat sounds like its
trying to tiptoe across my pillow.
it must think that im dead
and its trying to leave.

how many clowns
can you fit
into your
tiny
mind

before they start
licking off
all their paint
and
*******
from their
many different
*** organs?

and the audience
rushes from the bleachers,
a sounder of hungry swine,
devouring
every puddle
and every pile
from the floor
that was rejected
by the paintedclownsbodies.

and,
eventually,
the hunger,
its madness,
makes famine flower.

there is a layer of soil
cultivated from this scene
of ****** cannibalism.

flies
are the
sole patrons
of this flesh market.

the other patrons
have turned product
and start to turn.

the only spectator left
is you;
the tiny
frail
child
shining
pale
naked
in the stands
with hands
clutched around
their privates.

and when you go
and curiosity brings you
to the center
of the circus,
to the center
of this zoo,
you tare your hand
from the safety
of your privates
and kneel.

you find a piece
of face left,
a paintedclownsface,
and you reach down
and peel back
a piece of the paint
to see that underneath
was nothing.

just clear.

everything is a
lack of genius
around my neck

for the thousands of years

i have sat

waiting.


knowing:

all the trees
one day
will bend to your will.

i like the werd comedy because its a mixture of the werds tragedy and comedy.

my greatest insight for as long as i can remember is that ive had none.

feed the hungry to each other
small groups will conspire
give them knives and fires
sharpen bones which they acquire
strip the shelter from the land
theyre stacking bodies higher

watch them wage their war

peel the skin off of their fruits
and cook the meal required
for food is strength
and strength will win
and winners are admired
tell your clan youll split the reap
dont tell them youre a liar
of their bones: an abattoir
you sleep in when youre tired
sleep with one eye open
and watch them wage their war

With endless love, we
left you sleeping.
Now  we 're  sleeping
with you.


  Don't wake up.

                                   X

I met a girl.
We kissed the ocean and
froze in what the moon
spilled down on us.
We touched and we tasted
until we reclaimed
our senses from the sun.
and i was busy
smelling the coffee
that my punch drunk
coffee shop employee
would make me
later that day.

the fish swims from ***** to *****
and i cant catch it.

you are the gecko i watch
on the wall
and i gladly become a
fly into your mouth to chew
and to swallow
to become you
are the gecko
i watch
on the wall.

"is this helping?"

"helping what?"

"your celibacy."

".....yes."

my feet are high heels
my body is a dress
my sexuality
is someone
ill ******.

swimming in a bottomless pit
of penniless men
drowning in aluminum cans.

a smoke-stack
cooling glass
back into sand.

diveinneverland.

your kids are all dead
and you keep all their heads
in a suitcase
as a memento.

you're just passing through
a city passing away
so you stay
and watch as they let go.

you never had what you lost
and you didn't even know;
to be a slave is an occupation,
guard your business
mind your station.

the bums like my bike.
i tell them it was 50 bucks,
they say "woww"
and "the brakes are nice,.
the left one, not the right one"
i say "you know that guy
over there?"
they say "spider?"
i say "yea, spider, he used to be
my roommate"
they say "yea i know spider,
hes my brother, i got lotsa brothers"

very often
im under the impression
that life is boring,
but then
i am reminded
of my obsession
with evil.
it takes me alive
and skins my heart.
it cries a bath
for me
to drown in,
laughing.
it is fascinating
and inescapable
and possessing
and voodoo
and inherently human
and pure.

as a child
i lay awake
with zombies floating
outside of my window.

too terrified
to sleep.

not long ago
i was a zombie
breaking the glass
of my childhood window
seeing the boy in bed
as i peeled off my skin
and crawled through
to eat him.

Her bones grow worms in the dirt
in the Cadillac of caskets
shes choking in her coffin
He tells her to take off her skirt
naked is her task
skinned alive is his offer
He swears on her grave it wont hurt
and he says once hes done with her,
well then nothing can stop her
He tares the leather from her face
a place from where leather is torn
he tares and tares
she tears and tears
until the worms are born.

everyone lost power
we all died

im a city boy
a ***** city boy
i live in a hot city
filled with ugly people.
it gets so hot
that sometimes i tyink its the heat
that must melt their faces off
to show how ugly they are underneath.
oh in my city
if you walk for an hour or more
youll find the ocean.
and on the beach there are some people who are in love i guess.
and they may think that the ocean
and eacother are pretty.
but will they love eachother
when they have cancer in a bed
from breathing that ***** city
air i guess they wouldnt be alone when they die
if they hadnt lived there
well neither would i, so.
i shut my eyes sometimes and try yo be a part of nature.
but the only nature that comes close to me is the mosquitoes.
i let them **** on my blood and i try to ignore em.
but then i hear some some rap and people talking about *** and crack
while im trying to stay clean,
well those mosquitoes, ive got some
***** city blood for em.

if i ever met a moose hed ask me
for my social security number.
and if i ever got attacked by a bear
itd be during his winter hibernation.
and if a mountain man ever told me his wisdoms hed sound like a crazy mumbler.
yeah everyone in the city looks at you crazy if you dont make sense
but they dont make sense.
and even the cleanest city in the world wouldnt make sense because,
people and cities dont make sense.
i think cities without people and
people without cities make more sense than rap and *** and crack.

time
to climb
the tallest building.
so i can ask a very rich man
what time it is.
and he'll look at me and call security
and have me escorted from the building.
but in the minut that im up there
ill forget about the time
because maybe ill be able to see the stars for the first time.

the police men have my face
in their computers in their cars.
and because i was poor in the city
and doing drugs i ended up behind bars.
but now i know that no matter where you are you can be in a spiritual prison.
but our cities are are gonna sink our mountains so we're gonna make a city fly to mars..
so we can go there and start over so we can make some cities so we can have wars again.

i live in a city named after a fish
in a homeless shelter.
one day a cute little kitty showed up
she was lost and scared and i helped her.
so shes my homeless kitty and now i love her.
i guess shes probably hungry so im gonna give her some fish.

its in the jails
when you say goodbye
to the only friends you have.

the homeless shelter
when
you find your love
and dont know
if she'll love you
when
you leave.

if youll be on a couch
in the bosses house
ready for the rides
to work.

if youll ever retire.

or just wear out
and die.

watching memories
until you
have to make them up
as
you go along.

if youll

nourish

the soil

or if

the plants

grow

all

by

them

selves.

******* my red silhouette.

the talking cactus

or the man who eats it;

which has the sanity?


        and the cactus,
             she speaks
               his life
               to  him
               in visions.

     tears from her eye
      mix with
      drool from his
            sagging mouth

   what is melted
     is neither soul nor sand.