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.

the ocean is my neighbor
and the sky lives in my attic
and I build many houses in my head.

I watch the sun set sail
its glow creeps in
through my window
its ******* in my backyard
and sleeps in my shed..
when its tired and it
wants to go to bed.

I make sure that its happy
and I keep it well fed
because it makes me happy too
its true yellow orange and red.

I used to breathe in paleness
the colors of life from me fled
my thoughts were snakes
my body started rotting
but now its shed.

at some point I had had it
the point is I was an addict
but I quit cuz I was tired
of all the times that I was dead.
I quit cuz I was tired of being dead.

now I'm aliiiive.
busier than a beeeeehiiive
haaanging iiiin myy living roooom...
making me ...dance.
til a fire starts in my pants.
but I don't care and I continue to tango with the moooon.

Life's so sudden
and far too soooon..

if i dont have a meaningful relationship
with a good woman soon
im going to cut off
my *****.

if i dont have a meaningful life soon
im going to cut off
my head.

if i dont have a meaningful head soon
ill fill it full of
snake venom
and drink.

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

period laxative.

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.

to look like a presentable person,
shave your face off;

whether court room occasions
or marriage.

i live in the plexiglass
separating the people
fom the snakes.
the elephants.
the people.

there is a piece of literature out there
waiting for me to inseminate it.
it lies in a gutter somewhere,
or in the woods,
with no concern for the present.
no concern for shelter.
it sits, lies, waits,
walks and paces and worries,
coping with my absense by touching itself into a shuddering cramped pile
breathing like a dog chased a car in the sun through the neighborhood
then overcome with the smell of the heat from another dog.
wet with its own slobber
it is pure temptation throbbing at the body and frothing from every hole.
its obsession is mindless.
drooling on its naked self,
dehydrating and dying.
so wet with want that if it were to find me it would jump into my healthy hands and slip right through their distracted hold;
******* the air until it hit the ground at my feet, then half consciously ******* my toes.
it is muttering my name into a blanket of leaves and trash and squirming with a fever so bright as to bury itself slowly into the soft dirt.
drowning in time.
giving sick births to an excrement of unformed consonants and concepts.
it becomes lines of light
enscribed in a holy vacuum
as i sit here making love to this-

it dies now,
in the very same moment
that i waste my seed uncaringly
on these nice young healthy words
only as a tool to help me sleep.

the sky is stuck
in a loop
repeating

for the thousands of years

i have sat

waiting.


knowing:

all the trees
one day
will bend to your will.

pre-apocolypse is the world around
and everyones doing their part.

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

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.

he realised he wasnt enlightened
and still he wasnt enlightened.

nothing he did mattered.

life is meaningless
and thats ok.

When the walls of your home
Start breathin when ur alone
Then at least u know
That one of you is still alive.
When ur disposed and
You're decomposin
And you're leavin this life like
Ur flesh from ur bone
Then ur empty eyesockets
Start searchin for another
Dismantled jaw
To talk to all night

I wish that I had
The grandure of those walls
To keep me
Company all night.

When you only talk alone
Then nowhere can be home
And you pleasure your flesh for
The day
That your flesh finally
Separates from ur bone.
mm Mm mm Mmmm.......

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.

peaceful and strong
and spectacular
like the ocean,
the bringer of life:

will **** evil
to preserve love.

Gh

the Asian ***** gets the..

my stomache is fat
and my organs dont work right.
im hooked up to a machine
and my feet are different sizes.
but at least my mind is happy.

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.

im a child with a magnifying glass.

im a colony of ants
eating the child.

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.

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.

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.

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!!

the sun and the moon
both need to sleep
and sometimes they sleep together.
the sun and the moon
go down on each other.
an orbital child is among us.

If the rain falls down in smiles
Then I guess I'm left
Inside of the mind
Of something else.

maybe the only reason my hearts so open to love and beauty is because I've been such a ******* in life no one wants to reenter my diseased heart.

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.

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"

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

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.

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.

You have to keep
the child inside alive.
In a cage.
Locked up.
Feed it twice a week.
Enough to keep it alive
too weak to escape.
Make it your zombie.
You have to keep
the child inside alive.
Feed it sedatives.
Feed it poison.
Keep it inoculated.
Brainwashed.
It'll never leave you.
Bound in a small box.
Don't let it grow.
Keep it's bones broken and soft.
You have to steal its teeth.
All of em.
When it tries to bight off its tongue,
bleed out,
it will not die.
You have to keep
the child inside alive.
Don't let it leave.
Don't let it see you.
Don't let it see the man or the monster.
Don't scare it.
Keep it calm.
Don't let it see you.
Don't ever touch water to it.
Don't wash it. Ever.
You can't let it know it can be clean.
Teach it the truth-
That the sun is an angry god
who eats precious things like you.
Teach it the truth-
That the nest of insects inside of your brain can only be quieted to sleep by me.
Don't let it grow and touch itself.
It can't know the
functions of its form.
Wear your mask when you attack it.
The monster in its nightmare becomes something
you must mimic.
Then come in
clean-shaven
to save it.
Leave before it learns
what love is.
You must keep it estranged
because it is something
that you covet.
You must be the savior
of the child inside
and you must never let it die.
If you do,
what will become of you?

I have no fear in me anymore. It is a lethargy that I have consumed and henceforth absorbed in the particulated mass that meets my body which meets the floor.
And the state that I'm in I can only inconsequentially float upon the high air masses that float upon the wings of my Shore. I am not scared. I am not there where you want me to be when I am there for me to be nothing more. It is a great watermelon dropping from the sky and opening its mouth wide to consume me. But I am no fruit for anyone. I don't care what your genetics say. I don't care if youre genetics tell me where to take my goals. I am the genetic heir. I am the genetic soul. Anything that you've obtained from this isn't something you've obtained it's something you stole.

caterpillar crawled in to my ear
it pupated, waited
quiet in the dark.

my mind flies towards all light.

I woke up this mornin
I swear I died
Well I died this mornin
My eyes opened up wide
And I saw God
And I saw that none of us are perfect.
....
You get away from me you God
Yer hangin around is makin me nervous

As loud as a church bell I heard it
Everyone in this life is wrong.
There's nothin good
There no purpose.
...
Well stay up out my business you God
I known that since the day I was born
...
And ever since that day
I been beaten down and worn
Yer in a strange Land you God
Yer tongue is strange and foreign.
...
Between the trees
the leaves walkin with the wind
Don't talk about those trees no more

everything is a
lack of genius
around my neck

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.

observe with eye
see with soul
heal with hand
touch with love
love with mind
think with heart
feel with empathy
learn with emotion
interperate with consciousness
teach with compassion

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

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

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.

What is it that you wanted to tell me? Is it something from the past or is it something particular that you want me to know as you pass by? Train screaming by... it's a train screaming by

i held hell in my hand and fell.
silent and dead
at the end of the penrose stairs.
living among the rats.
promising to pay them back.
giving out ribs, tissue and teeth
when there is a debt to collect.
waking with ***** in my sweat
spilling to the floor
in every corner that was met.
confused that there is no door.

every bodies broken
yea nobody works
Like giving up a paycheck
stedda giving up your shirt.
Happiness is broken hands just chokin out the hurt.
Well more like life is such a tease who cheats til death is just a flirt.
Well I know I'm a nice guy
who's really such a ****.
I saw that light casts its own shadow so it has a place to lurk.
worms are treats for creatures but they're life inside the dirt
the same dirt our lovers bodies become when they meet their worst.
Your body is a vessel carried round inside a hearse.
The road in the cemetery can't be rode in reverse.
Like life makin little eggs or was it chickens who were first
we cluck and **** and find no answers but have knowledge of a thirst.
we do doing poorly so well that it must've been rehersed.
I'd rather see a play where we're all getting reimbursed.
the endings always happy cuz we're happy being cursed
We'd probably take that money buy unhappiness or something worse.
Ok.