bark

my name is absenteeism
my name is relinquished
my life is a tunnel
into everyone's hearts
i am thought

built from the bones
of the horse who pulls it

and the skin
of the human
it holds.

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.

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

whered all the music go?
i dont see it anymore.
all the words that used to sing
inside my head well now theyre dead
and now i cant remember what the words were for.

an egg is cooking in my heart.
my blood has nowhere left to go.
i cut a spout into my body
the egg plummets to my stomach
and my stomach is devoured by my soul.

...i hear the word of god.
...in everything i hear.
i try so hard to listen
to the stars but theyre too far
and i suspect that only death will bring me near.

some say that were born of the earth.
its only a home for our bodies.
and the universe is nothing
but a home in which it roams
and now the universe , the earth and you are rotting.

there is a purity in silence.
but even that is super sonic.
be still for nothings perfect
theres no cure to being pure
theres no end to what you can have if you dont want it
do you get it? first its hidden then it isnt now youve got it
but you cant get something when it cant be got its
such a mess but i digress until im nothing which is perfect
and it taught itself so well to me, i fought it but it won and now its done
and now im one with what is done,
i think ive got it, but dont think
yeah now ive got it. do you want it?
if you want it you cant have it
do you want it? . .

. . . . .

there is no distance in between us.
we are the water of the sea.
we're empty and we're floating
and we're where objects are paired
but the objects are empty just like you and me
and everything thats in between the empty space still can be seen
and its comprised of exactly the same nothing.
...its in the waters that we wade
and a new ripple is made
when empty and nothing to one another sing.

can you hear the silence ring?

Knitting words into my skin
Sometimes it binds my fingers to them.
The eyes and tongue are one.
My fingers are bound to them.

Lost in a poem
called a cave.

Wearing a suit of skin too dimm
To taste or see or find the hemm.

Words are now
If the meanings then
I'll figure it out at the end
If I can't I'll just pretend.

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


  Don't wake up.

                                   X

everyone is going to die at a very young age.

is a slave
who doesnt know
theyre a slave
still a slave?
that depends
on your definition
of freedom.
what does
a human need
to be free?:

the understanding
of what freedom is.

the most available dish in the world.
available and in high demand.
and nobodies willing to pay.
no one can.

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

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 mind is
The Great White Whale
Killing ourselves
Chasing it.

walkin down the train tracks
Against the train
and walkin my pet
Plastic bag

People can be involved with each other but they're only truly involved with god.
Nothing can be obtained,
But a cycle back to to the thing that created it.

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

Hangin out with the teenage palmtrees
which are hangin out around the pool.
I need to act a fool
if I don't I won't be Kool
And if I'm not
How. Can I be Kool?
In my later highschool years I dropped out of school
Cuz I don't follow the rules
But now I'm just a tool

I wanna **** myself.
its your birthday.
maybe then
i won't have to see you
watch me **** myself on mine.

i spread pictures
of your past
so you can watch.

there are none of my own.

they're kept in a vault
called excommunicate.

something that never was
will disintegrate there.

goodbye.

******* my red silhouette.

it walks
on the legs of the land

through the length
of its own persistence,

sits on its shore
to watch it wilt
and breathe
and bloom

nurturing its
beating woumb.

it buries the earth
in its still-born heart

casting shadow
to the audience
of a desert.

it burns the edge
of its derelict fire
with a quiet
competing fire

and melts the sand
from its life

until it is ready to rest.

one day ill find a war worth waging
and a battle worth bleeding for.
until then its just an aimless war.

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.

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

everyone lost power
we all died

"is this helping?"

"helping what?"

"your celibacy."

".....yes."

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.

you can teach a man to fish
but you can not teach a fish to man.

the fish catches itself
with its bioluminescence.

its prey has nowhere left to go.

and the man starves
into the sunrise
to feed.

i saw that snake shed its skin
on the ground to
land in folds
i saw every meal shed ever eaten:
the child she was
whos soul she stole
and lost.

an amorphic pink humming mist
makes flowers grow
wild and
wilt and
rot.

it hums our head into hemispheres.
a Venus Fly Trap.
a Fly for a mind.

my name is
an unstable particle
exploding and dispersing
smaller, useless particles
around the room.

they live inside the walls.
their bodies folded
and collapsed in dresser drawers.
the demon possessed.
with an affinity for red.
driving in red mercedes.
drinking coca-cola.
they want you.
they watch you
and they wait.

The world is a baker
and you are the bread.
I hope you are ded.

The only thing that can be believed
Is how do you feel.
I've seen it
I've blazed through the trails
Of what's real

pre-apocolyptic.

for valetines day ill
give myself a piece
of my own flesh
and we'll argue
and kiss
and ****
and lie
and cheat
and then ill get
more flesh
and fall in love
all over again.

Built from the bones
of the horse who pulls it
and the skin of the human it holds

Time got old and died
I'm told
and lays limp in the land through which the chariot rolls.
Love cried and carried its corpse and cold air passed through

the stars watch the earth
the earth is watchful of its men
the men watch the women
the women watch the children
the children watch the bugs
the bugs watch the flowers
the flowers watch the sky
the sky ignores the stars
and boasts of its being
largest and brightest
and best.

an electric flood courses
through each of my organs
until im a floating static specter
penetrating each of your pores.

the world is now jnga.
all sponsored by spoiled children.

This world is more yours than it is mine
You're a military man and I'm a skeptic without a dime
But the universe still opens up and explains to me the divine.
I see the bumps on its tongue
It's the water of the pool shivering casting the light of wine.
The air is so drunk and we breathe it so fine.
And on the flesh of each other we dine.
Sharing each other's wisdom and time
What's yours is mine.

my ghost waits for me
i make him wait.
emaciated and dying
hes a dehydrated crisp
like a dried pepper on the floor.

he is flakes of ash
breaking off of himself.

a residue, forgetting my name,
expectorating dust in my direction.

his statue lives on in silence
as i am the sound
who travels
through all that you see.

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.

reality is so really strange
that it is strangely unreal.

i look into an hourglass
and all i see is sand.
i shut my eyes and feel its shape
and your body is there.
i look for something
to define my time
as flakes float free of me.
and i am sand.
who is the wind that
steals from me?
the loose cacoon
who breathes
back into me
what it took.
when i exhale
a piece of my time
sails away from me
and goes somewhere else.
i turn your vibration into form
and it speaks the word eternity.

pian rains out of my pores
as i bleed the death of an elephant.

I rigorously make the **** deal itself
to the stolen wine bottle.

but ******* and bukowski ... what i already filled.

Any genius left is bygone by just gone.

and no one is left to envision.

its a murr..

there's nothing left, I say.

the clouds come down
off their cloud

im able to bathe
in electricity
and how

it communicates

the senses appear
and disappear
in many
places

i am left
to understand
what it is to be
a basic condition
encapsulated
by color
ozone and
light