by the time you realize
you have nothing smart to think
youre distracted.

and you can have more of a connection with a toad
who looks at you
than with your soulmate
if you never meet.

and your soulmate might be a toad
who your thinking of.

but you may never know
as your distracted by a fly.

then the toad eats the fly
and life is obvious
but makes no sense.

i want everyone to be the medium.
everyone: the peace-bringer.
beings of light, its all the same light.
beings of love.
caught in a steady stream.
no one leads the way.
every living creature
is the prime example
of the perfect specimen.
to graze the edge of
beings of love
leaves lines etched
long and low
into the soul.
and the soul is
all we've ever had
and all that we have left.
speak and listen through the distance
to close in on learnings of love.
we may never be nearer to perfect
as we are when we are near.

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

scientists have a team
transporting a
recently discovered
mummy.
inside her breast
is a love letter
i wrote her
6,000 years ago.
they can keep that
when they find it.
they can have
her whole shell.
but they'll
have to
**** me
to study
her living cells.
they're mine.
ill upload her soul
into her new body
when its finished growing.
our touch,
seperated by
a celestial heartbeat,
will conquer them all,
even us.

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

dithyramb...dithyramb..dithyramb.
dithyramb.dithyrambdithyramb
di­thyrambdithydithyrambdithyramb
ramdithramdithramb ramb. DITHY-DITHYRAMB DITHYRAMB! RAMB RAMB DITHY DITHY,. RAMB!!!

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

down the boulevard
there is a street

down the street
there is a sewer

down the sewer
there is a home

in the home
there is a being

in that being
there is a universe

in that universe
there is a world

on that world
there is an island

on that island
there is a boulevard

you leave me alone and i write poetry.
you leave me together and i fall apart.

i would not
give my life away
to the perfect piece
or let a sham engineer
take its credit
from me.

i love myself too much
and hate him just enough
to recognize
the difference.

but the perfect piece;

that is painfully
beyond my grasp.

i would quickly cut
my hands from me
and train them
to walk
and to find
what it is
that i seek.

pay them in gold
or in
the beauty of feet.

take myself
from my body.

leave it laying around.

i can hardly
train a cat,
much less
myself.

and cats display ballet.
the music to accompany it
plays while i watch.
no words can describe
what no words can describe.

a signature
is stepping in ink
unaware
and walking across
the page.

cats and mice
are the only ones
with names.

everyone is going to die at a very young age.

if there is a wind you better have a kite.
otherwise you are not a man.

we will be food
for the earth
and its prisoners.

everything i touch touches me then turns to death..
so i suggest you dont start loving me and allow me to hold your breath.
                                                         ­                     
                                                                ­       sincerely- the end

the fish catches itself
with its bioluminescence.

its prey has nowhere left to go.

and the man starves
into the sunrise
to feed.

sometimes, you can have your cake and eat it too...
unfortunately, thats pretty much the icing on the cake.

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

grow my hair
and make a vudu doll
of myself

and bring it to life
so that it can **** me.

i break out of me and go out of sight
its all echos of dead horses

you are the grass on the hillside
where i lie

apache colors lift off a lizards back
and come down to dress me

they fold my eyes closed and im
put away for awhile
into the earth

i grow there like a seed under you

evil visits me
while im asleep
while im awake

it speaks in me
until i think
its words are what i said

whats left of me
is a disease
i beg for it to take

its heart beats in my head.

In his car.
Sitting on the tracks for
a train to come **** him.
Wearing a coat and a rimmed hat.
Eating a living infant.

A sheep was set
between the train and the car
to muffle the impact;
that's what they did
back in those days.

she lived inside my body
in a house painted on a wall.
i stole her wisdom
from a small wooden box there
and now sometimes
i dont know if im
in my life or
her hallucinations.

i speak with
her tongue
in my mind
to this day
and im
always
confused
but she sings
so pretty
i never
stop
thinking.

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?

life is just
this foreign object
which i
must

insert
into my ****

in order
to find any pleasure
in it.

give the children something
to eat each other.
they are not a mass of lives,
but a flesh of hunger.
a massive
anorexic fly
en route
to good filth.
a snake
turning its jaw so wide
as to turn itself
inside out
completely.
a congress of monkeys
in a competitive ****.
the sun
swallowing its own soul.
folding darkness drowning.

born in a three piece suit
in a room full of unmade chairs.

.im hungry
.youre the fruit
.on the tree
.in my front yard
.and im fasting.
.waiting for you to ripen.

we've got that devil

******* in the office

taking turns with it

something so beautiful
can do anything
it wants
including
pass before
everyones eyes.

there's no way
that you can be crazy.

it is up to you
what is this Crazy.
but you can not define
what is this crazy.because
you will always be crazy to some.

-this is how you are always crazy.

crisis averted

you end up where i am.
you dont know how you got there.
youre starved and youre weak
like youve been walking for days.

i have some food set up.
at the bottom of a lake.
we make our way to it
i move the water with my mind.

you eat and you feel better.
youre strength returns to you.
youre mind returns to you
but the food it isnt real.

its what i put into your mind
at the bottom of a lake.

we talk of how weve been.
youve been so lost without me.
this is what you feel
but these emotions are not real.

im feeling weak
you start to see
the ugly in my face.

i force with all my strength
the love i send into your head.

you start to shake
convulse and sweat
my eyes are rolling white.
im absent.

your skin starts
to crack with heat
you scream
i wake
and you ignite.

your heat is white and floating
and youre floating above me.

i forced love in your mind
and were quieted by the lake.

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

inside water falls into pools.
and fish relax by the shore on chairs.
flower petals stretch and yawn
and smell sweet when they rot.
the gum on the floor is still moist
and great for your teeth.
the animals play jokes on each other
and we all laugh
and chew gum
and blow bubbles
and laugh when they pop
and get stuck in
our fur.
there's a house with enough room
for everybody to be close.
its a party
with everyone I've ever loved.
they all walk like memories
and leave no mess behind.
but there is an abandoned bathroom
with no working light
or running water.
inside is a child
sitting naked in the tub
waiting for the mother
to come make warmth
and calm
and clean.
pictures and paintings
of pretty things
hang on the chocolate walls
but a floating heart
screams its pain
down the halls
and I try to ignore it
but it follows me close
attached by a rope
of tissue and muscle.
so i sing it to sleep
in a language
that not even i understand
or will ever forget.
and i rub my own ears
and smile like an idiot.
and when we rest
we're so filled with joy
that all of our softness
expands and cracks
us open until we're
a tragic pile on the ***** sidewalk.
fighting the cold with beer
or talking to women we don't know
instead of keeping
the women we love
warm
when we wrap ourselves
around there soft bodies.

The wooden chair,

is painted before me.

the satanimal burns alive
in its skinternal lucifire.
it is a howlingering echollaboration
to a mind-shattering deafnest;
a cracked skulltivatingling cripples
its skeletongue from speaking.
-a fusion of chaoscillating worderivative confusion.

classroom setting the table.

we dug and dug
our fingers broke
we thought we found something
worth a ****.

we added fire
and it got hot
and we made things
that do a lot of things.

they made our food
made the earth broke
and took our food
but we still keep em.

they sit on our mantle
eating up our dust
so we make some things
to clean em off with.

our parents die
and we still keep em
and give em to our kids
now there family heirlooms.

but the kids have better things
and so they learn how
to dismantle them
and they build em back different
turn em into cars
and drink beer
while they watch em go fast.

faster and faster
and faster and faster
until its not considered fast
and everyone loses interest now.

and they get old
and choke on dust
from all the dust
on all the things
and their kids know
so their kids go
up in the air and wonder
"why is the earth broke?"

and they live there
in shiny things
that float on fire
but the fire will die.

and they come falling
back to earth
and wonder
            
              "what the hell is this.
          a junkyard or a graveyard?"

four squares
will make a square
on the sea
or in the sky.

it is no longer still and poetic.
it is now a bunch of
unrelated things,
and i am one of those things.

a spider
stuck in its web with its fly
watching its legs go by.

none are certified
but the insane.

"good morning dave,
i just wanted to tell you
that i said hi."

"thank you
for telling me
that you said that."

crazy man speaks to me
i cant hear the snakes
in his mouth

you can crawl
into your own mouth
but once inside
you can not
climb back out.
dig a system of tunnels
from ***** to *****.
set up camp
in a hollowed out heart.
make a small fire
rubbing two bones together.
a smoke plume rises
and mushrooms in your skull.

ascend through fire.
you bang on the drum.

the last words
of a dying man
are enscribed
on the walls
of my skull.

you tried a neat trick
and fell
and were caught
by the safety net
which cut you
into little squares
which rained down
on the gaping crowd
and crushed their soft
dumb skulls
and got caught
in the backs
of their
gaping
stupid
mouths
and choked them.

i wouldnt be able to handle that.
i would cry.
i would want to **** myself.
i wouldnt be able to care for anyone.
and id leave you then join you.

i live next door to a cannibal
but im seeing if i can just move
in with him.
so i sit naked
in the yard
and try to
look
appetizing.

she could perform
a botched surgery
with precision.

the freshly dead
would throw
their arms
around her
casual frame.

and the heart is in the mail.

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

my heart is broken.
id like to cement it shut.
it does not belong here.
it is inorganic.
i am subhuman.
i invent hell.
it kills everyone.

everyone ive ever loved.