it is not because of my talents.

or because i am very smart.
  and spiritual
   and connected
      creative
   and the way im
    deeply touched,

but it is because
    i am    insane;

-that is the icing
           on the cake

        which i lick clean
  off my ***** fingers.

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.

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 can feel the energy
building a body between us.

one that we will crush
and ****.

to lay buried in the sand
below us.

the waves will moan
licking all the life they move.

the seagulls
will fly inside of eachother
with nowhere else to go.

and the shore will touch itself
beside us.

our mouths are an ocean meeting.

our mouths are one ocean.

Feed the goyum fodder
Wash it down with poison water
Oh boy, oh wife, oh daughter.
We've been fattened for the slaughter.

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.

i can see
through your clothes
through your skin.

youre a dancing skeleton.

held together with
muscles of the heart.

sliding into my psyche;
youre an apparition

leaving glass fingerprints
all over my kissing skull
as we shatter into people.

love spoke centuries
about our names

a sound only bouncing between us
now that weve met;

making our shapes
and making them mouths
to speak our own sounds
to eachother.

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

ill take you raw

those who occupy space but
fill it with nothing but a body.
who drape themselves in an identity
provided by a paid designer.
who do use their own hand to paint the shell of themselves
but close off what any soul would see if it made its way through the false layers of color and skin.
who thoroughly entertain their friends with the most intimate details of their shallow hearts and selfish behavior.
who hiss instructions like
bugs with status to the ones who serve them as if they were
snakes with gold.
who have no smell of their own
and sweat what is poison to them.
currency flows through their veins leaving deposits of poverty residue in their derelict hearts.
who live in mausoleums with functioning fridges and bowls of plastic fruit.
whos **** will remain long after the rest of their bodies rot away;
they will continue to possess a portion of the earth with their clinical beauty, a momento of their spiritual decay.
i see them all the time but get no sense that they are of a species.
their sentiments
disease the flowers
around the place
in which they stand.
other than that
they have no presence.

i speak truth til my eyes bleed
but i can still see it.

when it whispers in my ear though
i grow young and silent and soiled.

it is an oil horse
churning.

attracting smoking teens
and protesters

and the onset of
an armageddon

anything

to burn it down.

im a ******* homeless genius
whos home is in his head
and i dont know
where it is.

the concious observer
makes the world go round.

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.

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.

it has three eyes
to mesmerise

you never know when it is winking

seducing

you never know what it is thinking

deducing

it is always
just tricking
and tricking.

its a neighbor
i want to light
a fire of
to their house
but its connected to mine
so i sit
and i consider,

smoking cigarettes
with a can of gas
as an ash tray
to pass the night
and that racket
they make.

with my foot tapping
on the foot
of a chair
in the yard.

your nightmare has legs.

it pays you to
watch it shave
and you accept.

when great minds come together
nothing happens.

but watch out for the weirdos
for the night men
for the hawks.

if you dont
its you
who will be watched.

and all your love
your science
songs and
worship
will be lost.

your overcoat
cant cover you.

youve been spotted.

you are watched.

and when you walk
into the darkness
of an alleys stench,

theyre waiting for you there

and theyve already sized your coat.

the dead must dream of me.

i see their lives
come back to me
and it kills me
when i wake.

..the pieces of my broken soul are left free to take.

:  *        ‡                               ★

i stole songs from god
while drunk or dead.

i gave them
to the poorest people
i could find-

        -the ones with everything
         who dont sing.

i see them every time i look at the sky out of the corner of my eye.

they must be so restless
to live so late
theyre helpful
and hurtful
and endless.

make us our miracles.
give us our gods
feed us the mystery and magic.

**** the skin
off your body

your hearts

beating

wet

when i have ***
with your skeleton

enter
and
enslave

your dreams

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.

If the walls
Surrounding this building
Were the skull around my brain
I'd drive a truck through them.

It's ok.
I'll be out of here soon.

a doe does not walk the forest
covered in flames.
its faun does not eat it
from within.
but they drink if they are thirsty.
and the water does not walk
from the shade to the sun.
and the sun
does not burn brighter
than it must.
it only burns until it dies.

theyre trying to
make you
**** yourself.

the lady keeps
blowing in
the curtain.
shes dancing for me
and she gathers no moss.
the lady is lost in the curtain.
shes waiting for me to come find her.
i found her
i bound her
to let in the light.
but i shut my eyes
because thats where she hides;
in the corner of my eye
where the light becomes shy.
in the corner of my eye
lives a mistress.
she blows wind
through her dress
she blows kisses.
when she gets undressed
her bodies a list, its:
aaalllllll the tiiiime youve wasted.
aaallll the useleeessss looove.
aaallll the loooove
you couldve had.
aaaall the tamperiiing
with evideence,
that tells you
to hoard
all those feelings you cant afford.
its so simple to know
that less is more.
the moment i passed it
i sat at a casket
thinking:
When one of us dies,
which one of us cries?
if you cant expand
then cut off your hands
theyre better served
by someone else.
you want a life
with a house and a wife,
and youll have to build
your house in hell.
a white wicked fence
a fire that never relents
a bathtub full of seashells.

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.

something as classic as
a man feeling the rain
in his knee.

or a woman's singing
curing the man
of everything.

and two people,
touching and healing
in the rain.

this is a ******* waiting room.

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.

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.

ive fallen in love with your words.
i want to watch them run naked from your mouth.
i will pamper them with paper they can dress themselves in.
i want to feel the vibrating colors they give
to the shapeless light of the world
when they speak.

i want you to invite me
to watch them make love,
and watch their childrens bones grow.

i want to give them my kidney

and take a vow of silence for you
with everything but my eyes and ears.

i will not be able to die until i see your response....

which i will hold in my hand
until it rots.

The End

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

whether court room occasions
or marriage.

i sweat every word
from my broken body,
tired of wearing my will.

too tired to talk.

a clumsy cloud
covers you
in muttering nonsense.

letters with no names
limp off your skin
onto the floor around you,
laying in the shade
of your edges

to cook
burn off
and die.

thoughts are things to evaporate.
the pictures painted
in our minds
turn to ash
as the pink and purple
flashes of light
speak the story
of our organs
meeting and mating.

mothering one another.

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

feed the rich
eat the poor

when youre glued to your apartment and you know all the treasures are spread through the garden but you cant get up to appreciate the fruit no matter how free and abundant they are i will be starving alone and away from you.
when your thoughts occupy so much space away from you because noone is there to fill them
i wont be there.
but you should understand.
i will be suffering in my own tank
sperate from you
never knowing of our bond.
even if we're choked and eaten by the same beast we'll never know to scream oneanothers names.
we will stay all alone if we continue to act as such.

he sed jesus is a ***

i put on
a one man show
in the base of my skull
and the audience
is dead.

i was born
still high
from meditating
the night before.

ive spoken to you before.
your mouth catches it all
and ***** it in
somewhere into your purse.

when the blind
fall in love
with the beautiful.

Young legend old fraud

Infant in our states we're great,
Otherwise...

i crawled in here
like an emaciated
****** up
catipillar.

im gonna fly out
like a half-*******
butterfly.

a belly fat
off the nectar
of this place.

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

ive scanned every single atom
of your body
and each one says that there are more to find.
they dance and sing
and give birth to eachother
youre my lover
your my mind.