treading the waters
that circle the sun

waiting
for the beast
that heats
the core
to come
and
**** me.

but i swim in its mouth

play percussion
on its
flaring and shutting gills.

my job is a useless service.
i absorb the excess which finds its way to me in a broken economy.
and if i continue to accept this charity then i am party to the crime.

what the mouth of excess steals from the bowels of impoverishment will have nowhere to go.

so i sit and wait
and it spills onto me.

i have money to eat.
but i should have food instead.

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.

a heart filled
with precious empty stones.

distributed one by one
endlessly.

until it is filled
by none.

i dont smoke wen i ***.. i *** smoke.
i dont think out loud.. its too loud to think.
wen i destroy planet. i dont destroy planet.
i make space.
if my eyes are open and no one can see them..i must be in a restaurant with an all blind staff.
eating alone. after hours. recycling *****. recycling puke. singing to tiny people who live on my shoulder. in my car. driving tiny cars of their own. and i lay down with a brick on the gas so they can make an overpass on top of me. and there is a sunset in my car. and we all try to catch it. but that would **** us. or at least make our hands disappear. and no one can drive safe now. we're going to crash. drive off the overpass and into my mouth. or fly. and this is all happening in every tiny car. they are giant people. with tiny cars driving in their cars. whos cars... the worlds cars. cars for fleas. cars for ded birds. cars for ded people. we are all ded people. we are all worlds. we are planet. ded planet. exploding and harboring the tiny suns. making too much sound. so no one thinks. because ded dont think. they make space. i am space. a space with shape. inside space. talking to animals. and eating. and drinking love potions. and none of them werk. especially the animals. theyre disabled. they have no hands. and have suns for eyes. but all they see is planet. with a restaurant in it. where waiters are blind. spill your soda. walk into knives. get cleaned up by night crew. werk for nice things. spend time on things. until they are destitute. but things still stay. and change shape. and are fake food. for disabled animals. and they lose all their time. the fake food absorbs all the time. the last of their time makes them rot. and the thing is now ready. to trick someone. into eating fake food. things are real. they have lives now. they miss birthdays. they have birthdays. they have time. they lose time. time is walking. but time is not moving. planet is moving. space is still. space stops breathing. space gets fat. space dies. time is stopped. nowhere to go. turn inside out forever. loses its mind. doesnt have one now. doesnt kno its gone. doesnt kno its time. its not time. its the only thing. not a thing. everything. no friends. no family. no pigs. just inside and outside. no inside. no outside. turning inside out. forever. so no inside. outside. no space. no shape. filling up itself. constantly changing. but never different. and never die. we die. we are lucky. we are happy. happy poeple. very big and very small. emotional. stupid. too loud to think.

undress me with your naked eyes
a skeleton can tell no lies
but hide the truth
from sleeping spies
to know nothing
is all thats wise.

i was a suit
was always worn
i knew not what else to adorn
my soul with but that shoty form
ive died and im reborn.

knockknock
whos there?
doorsalesman
doorsalesman who?
doorsalesman in a paradox.
we're all in a paradox, you benign ***.
howr we all in a paradox?
because we're alive, now get out of my doorway before i **** you.
how is it a paradox to be alive?
do you have a family, mister?
no
ok
what does that mean?
get the *** out of here
but
(bang).....(riiiing...riiiing)
"hello"
"hey, joey?..i need a favor man.."
"wuts up?"
"i uuhhh...i uhh.. i need something from you.. a favor"
"wut the *** is it?"
"...hhh..i uhh..i need you to help me get rid of a body"
"........who?"
"doorsalesman"
"doorsalesman who?"
"dude...dont even start. just commere and help me out"
"ok...gimme a minute..im reading a book about paradoxes"
"no ****..ha!"
"yeah. i never really thought of it but its technically a paradox to be alive"
"yeah, i kn
"cuz, i mean, you need something alive to make something living. and where did life begi
"HOLYSHIT! JUST FUKKING COME OVER! NOW!!!"
(CLICK)

"None are more hopelessly enslaved
than those who falsely believe
they are free."

pet the dog. you have a good heart. then eat it before it eats you.

came all over
your broken heart.

killed you.

and ate you.

Goodbye George Michael.
We almost had the same name.
You tried to die
but you failed
so you died inside.
...and now your dead
-the eand.

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

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

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

satanic verses crawl up the wall.
and my soul leaves my body
for another man.
im found in the room
days later.
she tells me i have three days
to pay the rent
or im out
and she leaves.

my life was pirated by someone
but not me.

When I was a little boy
I had *** with an older woman
in a time-machine.
when we were done
and out of the machine
I was charged with
statutory ****.

myself as a child
was a teacher to me now.
i knew then
that everything
is alive.

elegant are angels,
but devils too.

shoulders are not patrons,
and not ears.

and the mind is but a gateway;

to the soul
the crucible
lives its course
and shaves the body
of its life
and of its skin.

dust is made
from the petals.

a mess is made
of the floor.

a trail is made;
it is heaven.
it is war.

roses are red
your eyes are blue
therefore your eyes are not roses
its true
and if you disagree
then you are *******
but im going to have *** with you
i hope you can care for a
******* child on your own.

broken pieces on the floor

spit up dust

scratching my hand
with my other hand.

you got a cigarette in jail.
and I smoked one on my birthday.
in Atlanta.
but now I smoked one all by myself.
neither tastes better than the other. but if I'm in jail on my birthday again I will let you know which is sweet,
because so far I can't taste anything

cram em in
get em fat
so they cant leave.

cook em up
and serve em
to the next rush.

they play disco music
sends signals to your brain
makes it impossible to think
but you dance like new technology.

they make you think youre happy.

rollin round on tracks
and switch out your parts
while you sleep.

i bought a gun

you never decorate
your christams tree.
you sit around all year
waiting for it to leave.

"and take that stupid ******* wreath
    with you when you do."

they can chain you down

and skin you

and rip you from the world,

but they can not steal it from you.

they try to take
what it is
inside,

but you cant LET them..
you must KEEP it.

age chases you
and beats you
to the ground
unless you
set aside
time to
sit and
wait
for
it
.

"Many men go fishing
all of their lives
without knowing
it is not fish
they are after."

of all my prized possessions
that ive earned
ive earned them not as much as when i
give them away.

if i can lie myself
into loving her
i wont.

Strange
that your lines
though they change
while you move
are still etched
in the space
between objects
like an object
in a mold

but I see
only sides
which are
obverse to me

in my mind
i delicately
carve your
Horizon.

it is not a set of lips.

but many,   many  lips.

but it is one
that i see.

it is one
that i try
to swallow

because she

has more than most,
hers are the only  delicacy.

hers are trains

coming in and out of
the station
all night.

the door,
the doorframe,
and everything locked inside.

hers are the wild dogs
running around the house.


and the forest

eating every lost thing in it.

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.

when i want to talk my best friend
i listen to his music.
thats where he is.
but he is also
in a motel room
in Pensacola
probably
playing
guitar.

tripping in a cemetary
having almost conversations
with ducks.

these ducks are somethin else
i tell you what.

all i have is water.
and here comes mr.iguana.

OH NO!!
ibis dont mind,
and i might be getting carried away by ants right now.

gotta go.

so full it cant be emptied.

i watch the video
of my suicide

over and over.

a savior preaching music
on a stage
to an audience of toads
slow boiling
in a vat of liquid opiates.

when i find out where i am
ill get going.
when i find out where im going
ill be there.

i wouldnt pray to god
because i wouldnt ask god
to pray to me.

my mouth
is so full
of your deliciousness
that it would
all come pouring out
if i tried to
explain it.

i am forced to swallow.

if not id be caught
licking it off the floor
and off your feet.

a severed hand
walking around
looking for its
master to choke

i am alive.
i eat food and bathe in warm water.
i wear shoes on my feet when i work at a job.
i am in love.
i know regular english and have a normal voice.
ive seen hundreds of movies and have forgotten most of my life.
i talk to people and sometimes they laugh.
i can see my city but have no car.
i am currently sitting.
i am a human.
i would be a person but i can not prove it.
my basic survival instincts are intact.
i can see stars living in space but they can not see me.
i am comfortable with leftover food.
i do not capitalize i.
i do not shave my legs.
i enjoy making my girlfriend ******.
i enjoy making my girlfriend dinner.
i enjoyed making my girlfriend my girlfriend,
though i did not make her do anything.
i have a kind heart and one day will die.
any good idea is like leftover pizza;
its still good after its made,
and it can keep you alive,
but it rarely benefits the world.
i will now stop writing this.

If you look upon me,
from above or from below,
being swallowed at all ends
by a gang of thirsty serpents,
then understand that in my eye
i am shaking in a trance
and am only dancing with
my fellow dancing snakes.

HAHAHA

If you watch me
from in the darkness of my closet
which you've wandered into,
not knowing that I have left its door cracked open for you
for the curious candle light
of my small stadium to peer into,
and you unblinkingly catch me
while you're caught in the act
of pouring my body
into a cup
crafted from a piece
of my frozen soul
which I have extracted
from the contents
of the cup itself,
drinking and gargling and giggling while joyfully singing
of the sorrow that the light has while it has to watch,
with nowhere else to go,
then know that my mind
is the light
while I crumble under the comedy
that is its glow.

AHH HAA HAA
HAA HAA HAA HAAA

We are a connection
turned in on itself.

It leaves everything that it brings.

The fornicating black hole
giving birth to itself
is nothing
but the brilliant
uselessness
of any song
that god sings.

Let us sing.

I'll be the bed of wasps.
You be the dreams
of our *** and our dances
nourished and guided by stings.

rusting my nets on the edge of the sink,
i am peeing.

an octopus.
its soul lodged deep in its throat.
an arm sent down
to seek and retrieve.
another forced down,
annoyed by its attempt
at a spritual quest,
chokes until the other 6
are a set of limp waste.

the soul melts back into the water
and the salt.

the body becomes
no more than sand.

the color of a rock;
predators see,
but know:
they are no match
for the true enemy.

abandon all hope please.

im a child with a magnifying glass.

im a colony of ants
eating the child.

i put the self
into the jar
on the table.

but it sings
so loud
from longing
that it breaks.

i wonder
if ill ever clean it up.

she,
     a witch.


the well,
   poisoned with snakes.


the town,
       dead.

its grave,


       our bed.