in my past life
i was a dog.
i went to my grave
several centuries from now
and dug up my elephant bones.
i went back and gave myself
my bones to chew on.
patted my head.
scratched behind the ears.
sat and became friends.
watched him grow old and die.
i dont have the heart
to leave his side.

my female cicada
found way to lay eggs
inside of my nasal cavity
our larvae are
pupating
hatching free
screaming inside of my frontal lobe. maddening me.
and a swarm it swims out
every time that i sneeze
and i ask them to please **** me
with their disease
but they chew through my hyde
(and who knew that id
find the hard way these incestuous insects could tease
til they torture the swallowed man, hollowed inside,
empty,
wallowing,
died
(and now no mind to mind,
so i guess i forgive em;
their mess, as the walls of my mind are lined with em))
yes theyve blessed these
molested and
nested flesh pieces of me
and replaced em with feces and waste:
rest in peace.
guess a curse would be worse,
now i know that my family
makes our home in the earth,
and they take what they give;
they give Death to take birth
and take breath from each other to give to themselves,
and what else?
Fathers Brothers
and Sisters and Mothers
are Kissing cuz thats what lovers
do to lovers
before they enjoy their next meal made of ******.
"Meat i would like you to meet Meat and Meat" cuz thats all that they are to eachother like i was to their second cousin and mother. and she was to me a sure way to become better father and son by means of becoming fully free of this Life, what a wife, giving me family at the same time as taking my life so i dont have to end it by sending a knife through my wrist or my neck, oh and lest i forget: well, i beckon to send you a message, my wife: "im so sorry that i wasnt there when our our kids started ripping and taring your body apart. Love i Swear if i couldve been there idve stopped em and started to chop em and never have stopped. but its over now. lover how lovely itd be if you were singing delicately next to me with your legs and then climbed back inside of my skull to lay eggs in my nasal cavity. the screaming and ravishing, pupating, oh its so maddening not be having these. hacking and wheezing and coughing and sneezing til my nose is bleeding and they can start feeding. i wanna feel feelings of them eating on my brainstem and the rest of my flesh and then hollowing out all of my bones and then make a home as they start to have larvae all of their own which then, they will then start to eat, from my head to my feet, and between, from my elbows and knees, im a death bed of meat which my family needs;
theres so many to feed cuz - theyduplicatein3's...

a family is snowed in
in a small house
miles from the
neighbors.

they pray.

an angel comes
to guide the way to safety.

the father thinks better of it.

he shoots the angel.

they feed on the meat for weeks.

wearing the skin of the bear
who made you his meal
with the heart of a horse
and the eyes of an eel.
its not our bodies
which make us real

the love of all living things
makes me blind.
the love that all creatures have.
id be happy to be a cloud watching.
falling onto their faces
as drops
and melting
between their hands.

i live in a helicopter over the city

everything too ***** to land

i see crimes from here
and i dont care
who lives
or who dies.

i see horses running races.
winners resemble losers.

the ocean is sewage
the sand is termites
the streets are drains
draining the victims.

wives and families.

the people are bobbers
to catch goliath beasts
from underneath.

   they sell their bodies for *****
                       filthy
                      clothes.

to cover up
their shameful ashes.

deep down
they want what i want,

me and the goliaths;

they want to crash
and choke
and be eaten.

someone to set a fire
to clean up the mess.

a fire to clean itself.

a poem cant capture it
a movie can't capture it
a life can't capture it
the universe cant capture it
that's why its watching itself
its waiting to see it
thats why i was made
to move through the mud
until we know what it is

commissioned to paint
the devils portrait.

the sun stays awake
in the ethiopian sky

the villagers hang to dry.

-the work is fine
he says.

-stay with me for dinner,
   its going to be divine.

ive been resurrected
by an ungodly force
once again.

what do they want from me?

hell is where
you cant get high.

wake up, make your bed
and die.

id love to leave a legacy
but mostly my bones

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

left to my own devices
i am a crook:
stealing the mind
and the good will
of the audience i am
until it is willing to **** me
and rob me of my own,
but the show must go on.

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.

she plucked me from

her cherry tree.

she ate me.

my red is ripe.

it shines.

her mouth is mine.

the trash in my mind
should be burned.

a fly flew into a spiders web
and now its dead
the spider walked into my house
and killed my mouse
the spider crept into my room
to meet its doom

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ash is a physical shadow
you only can see
with the light
of your mind

my soul is my river
my body is my dam
and my heart
goes out to
all the dying fish
drowning in love

there is a perfect semblence
between the forest and the trees
when you see the world
as the world would see it.

stupid ******* crowd
clapping over the music.

its never an edge.
its always an edge.

i caught the devil
and cooked him
and i ate him...

with my dead friends
and dead family

if i ever seek validation
in someone else
i hope they
**** me.

the artist renders itself to sleep.
its ghost sleeps in its skin.
it dreams in madness.

  colors cover the blanket covers you.

the sun sweats
while it
goes down on the ocean

and she tilts her head back
       and groans,
laughs one of those laughs
     you can be proud of.

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.

turning
into
an
inanimate
object.

i am three armadillos.

one that tucks and hides,
rolls away if it has to.

one, who fights and stands, rears on its haunches, exposing its softness, ready to live and to do the opposite of living.

and one who knows, it is just a fiction,
in some song or meditation or some story, who has the upper hand on its brothers,
who seem to think that they are whatever the opposite of fiction might seem to be.

i hope my life slips by unnoticed.
if it tries to break my heart it wont.
it will be perfect and forgotten.
and i wont be there to die.

the fact that i am in a room is mind blowing....i don't think anything can top that.

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.

from under the table
a child begs
and pleads
for someone to make
majesty
or
sense
of its fantasies.
but its fantasies will have to do.
everything outside of
the tables skirt
is so preposterous,
so devoid of character.

-Are you enlightened?
-Does a dog bark?
-Yes.
-So then, yes, you are a dog.

My mind keeps trying
to find my soul.

But when its distracted
and forgets to look
it finds it while absently watching the trees barely uncaringly grow
so slow.

elephants are absolutely beautiful

i built an engine,
started her up.
watched the fans go.
watched the gears.
and stuck my head in it.

when there is nothing besides poetry
it terrifies me.

the yolk is more achieved than i.

the shell is what
keeps me waiting.

if my hair grew right out of my brain, then maybe id care about it.
if my hair grew right out of my my mind, then maybe id consider it an evolutionary step.
if i wasnt covered in hair, then maybe id know.

it is because
my life is so large
but my eyes are so small
sending signals to an even tinier mind.

it is the intelligence between atoms.

it is something.

i think it is
a cause to find.

it is because
my life is so large
but my eyes are so small
sending signals to an even tinier mind.

it is the intelligence between atoms.

it is something.

i think it is
a cause to find.

everything is a distraction.
something i try to attract
but has nothing to do with
who i am.
i am a fiber
conducting numbers
and invisible designs.

i slept
and the dark
it crept
all around me

i awoke
a being
of light

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

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.......

when a heart is made of ******
you must keep it in a cage
for the dead birds to peck
into the heart of its rage.

sleep is a
mortar shell.
everything is
shrapnel.

drinking
drowning

dead.

a chair is unnerved
by the weight of your head.

its legs tremble

a leg breaks.

the ground is flattered
by your closeness
but unaware
of how it goes
unnoticed.

...who wrote this??

it takes a while to boil,
but it will.
it takes a while to ****,
so it toils.
it takes a while to rise,
so it stays.