none are certified
but the insane.

a leaf comes and lays
next to me
but im not
in the mood.

it looks at me
like im a god
and i know
i could be more kind
but im heavy,
so heavy inside.

if i could die i would
but i only change
into other things.

ive been too many leaves to care.

my soul is too old
to remember
everything it has learned.

ill catch fire.
choke on dirt.
drown in toilette.
get stuck behind fridge.
lost in TV.

neverendingcommercial.
neverendingcommercial.
neverendingcom­mercial.

now whats my prize?

men's heads in cages
she was born thousands of years ago
what are the men
trying to keep out?

.

.

the distance is a shadow
of your shape i can not touch
so i dance along its edges.

float over to you as an orb of light.

whisper a teeth shattering ecstasy
into the base of your neck
to watch it pour down the canal
of your curving spine
until you are a flood to cover me
with what i can not control.

youre a force as though
pulled by the moon
coming in waves to consume
whatever it is you crash into
with crushing sounds
drowned out by your
bone shattering howls
which are lost
in the ******* wind
of your lip-shivering mouth.

        and all is left quiet and still
                       like both
                the blood-soaked
               prey and predator
          after the heat of the ****.

gettin run over
by a black cat
when im crossin the road
and im dead

get my pilots license and my I.D. to buy drunk and fly into my death over the telephone poles
and right into the front yard of my parents or childhood house. however you call it.
and see if i can swim in the pool alone now.
without becoming terrified of sharks.
see if i can walk away now.
and not be terrified of failing.
but im afraid to fly.
and to walk on the sidewalk
for crashed cars
popping red head balloons between grills and telephone poles
with drunk dead pilots killing everyone overhead
and their parents
and childhoods

my hands now
are the chipped
and broken wings
of the giant moth
i held
when i
was a child.

i am homeless.
i am pure.

but as i crawl towards success
i resemble more and more
a devil.

i live in the plexiglass
separating the people
fom the snakes.
the elephants.
the people.

a rain frog
sits on my window
and i wonder
if its me.

stick bug hiding
in the tree of life
shaking and
mimicking wind

what I am is what I share is what you are.

all light exists in the past.
there is no reason to reflect.

-god

im trying to write my soul down
before it leaves.

Hey, i wanna
cut off my fingers
and string them into a necklace
and wear it
but youll have to
do the clasp for me
cuz i wont have any fingers.

And ill never take it off
cuz i wont be able to.

an insect stole my jacket and
wore it around town
and no one noticed.
i saw him and
crushed him
and no one
cried.

i love you all, but oh boy.
..wuts gonna happen?

we're all the Devil.
our children are Ded.
our bones are our Enemies.
we're all the Devil.

i just found out,
                that nobody died
                                         today..

          i need a

                 moment
                                          alone.

the invention of the wheel
has made me so much money.
the invention of so much money
has made me very poor.

an idiot has raised a village
burning at the stake.
cooking for the forest.
a family of plants
burning in the sun.
a chorus of screaming heads.
bodies of illness.
harboring the mind of melody.
and a creature which does not exist
slithers in from every side.
a mouth open so wide
it is emaciated by its own strength.

Feeling erratically estranged from the human species cloaked in a cocoon of a tinfoil that I have made in my own bedroom... waiting wide-eyed for the walls to call me by name... and I'm a moment of the past, a ***** of the specter to be exhumed.

I am far too sudden and Gone Too Soon

What would I be without all of this room?

from the ether i sweat
which burns
and evaporates
on my glowing heat.

rises and collects.


                           im passing clouds.


raining down
to the disjointed
skeleton of my tree
from which
the heads of humanity hang
hungry eyed
open mouthed
filled with the sound
of the mcabre

..singing

to feed the
fruit of my flesh
which they eat.

im the
dried up seed
next to me
on the ground
waiting
to grow
poppies
from
my soul.

from the ether i sweat

which burns and evaporates on my glowing Heat.

                 .rises and collects.


                   im passing clouds


            raining down to the disjointed skeleton of my tree

from which the heads of Humanity hang. Hungry eyed&open-mouthed.;
  filled with the sound of the Macabre, singing to feed the fruit of          my flesh which they eat


                            im the dried up seed
                               next to me on the
                                         ground
                    
                       waiting to grow poppies
                                   from my soul.

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

i like the werd comedy because its a mixture of the werds tragedy and comedy.

the scene is quite remote.


     .sinful.


                               .transitional

i would sacrifice you to these
higher powers
if it werent by the hands
of an equal degenerate.

the filth of our kind
is better left without
description.

when announced
we attempt to cleanse it
from the earth
by boiling and burning it alive
and everything else in its path.

do not forgive us
for we know what we do.

i love the way sentences fall into formation.

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

the dryer
is screaming.
its teeth
are gleaming
red.

the washer
is dead.

The Woman-

Make naked
the thing
which covers you.

The Dress-
                        -has no soul
                    - is naked inside

I.
-peel the skin from my eyes.

light becomes ash
is a physical shadow.
it is the breath being held
in the cup of the hand
that is letting go nowhere.
it is the moment we blink
when the bubble is made
from a wave and is popped
and is stared at and stopped.
it is a disharmony that is crafted
to separate the bliss from the bliss
so they can view each other
in delight.

I hang myself
in every hammock
in which I lay..

I never understand
the vista from which I stand.

it is boundless
directionless
but hounded after by me
eternally and still.

ders ah leetola hole ah in ah dee woll in my housse wherre i like to go to crrawl into and ah hide and wear childrens clothing. Ah you knoww,, de diapers and ah things. twirly hats and big ah big ah BIG swirly lolli pops. so ah delicious of a baby do i become. EVERY stranger on de whole neighborhood wants to ah talk ah to mee. im so cute ah. ders a no way around it. and i like to ah show it off. yess... to enTICE ah dee old mens. who are so helpless in front of me dey can not ah stop. no stopp ah de drooling in de mouth. no stopp ah de grrabbing with der hanns. no stopp from de taking off ah de clothes ah to make a sandwich de amore with ah leetol baby mee. but ah dey ah can not ah FIT in dis tiny tiny tiny hole in ah my woll in ah my housse....and i go to bed lonely and crying. i feel ah so BAD! so BAD for de other lonely lonely mans who are all probably doing very ah cute things too in de holes in ah der wolls in ah der housses... it iss ah truth to bear.. god..no god...whoo knows.. all i ah do know iss diss: we are all ah lonely sad peoples dressing like de baby in ah hole in de wolls in ah our housse. for tears of crying, i give to you.

you know
how they say
"when youre drunk
the truth comes out."?
well its true;
-the guy who said that
was drunk.

a steady drone of misery hangs in sheets between the people.
their eyes roll over the ***** floor
looking for their lives.
a quarter falls out of
one mans pocket
and rolls down the sidewalk
while a hungry cat eyes his child.
the misery is hungry.
the people are hungry.
the lives are hungry.
the cat is dead.

we will be food
for the earth
and its prisoners.

.

im write poetry.
am poetry write me.
how stupid though.

ive become a naked woman.

ill give thousands
of naked children
to the world.

ill cry until the earth
is a cold and distant earth
when they leave to love
the other naked women
of the world.

ill have no use
for my naked body then.

its a nightmare
ill never wake up.

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.

everything ive ever lost
without a heartbeat
i dismiss.
everything else
was someone i loved.
theres nothing else i can say
to explain the passing
through my heart.

to the wind
you are a beggar

to the ground
you are a cramp

to my ear
you are a nervous whale.

the sirens been impaled.

i watch your life set sail

i watch it fail.