My rush is a broken bottle on the freeway I can't
remember when I have people who I cannot ****
I conjure highways and canyon walks

Extinct species invade your bedroom and
**** your expensive pillows gently like
an extinct Artist

The way you decide to move is way too
loud for my broken security system and you
will be questioned

This is like the Daily news, read and
Discard.

those gods like rotten meat
end up in a dump
buzzed over by
flies

scratched and left over by some canine

'cause his master said
"don't eat that rotten **** you fool!"

there are worms
they don't think like that
if they think at all

but be modest, Charlie

give'em some credit

for they never complain for
making a fertilizer

now will you  look down that bridge

there lay a dried up whale
exploding boiling organs all around

and there hides
the entire city
behind the stink

now we wait, Charlie, 'cause we are patient

wait for some Kublai Khan
to interpret as he wishes
'cause, Marco Polo does not speak the same language

the language, the illusion it is.

and god is still
an ever rotting meat.

the weight around absence of might
will slowly bury collapsed matter out of
our style

the entrenched wretched waste of verb
is sewn hastily to this fray
out of sight

the pale adventure will pause on a petal
resuming criminal affections of
the retina

one phosphorous bible verse thread
invents one stone knot end
ad infinitum

the end of one nail becomes a
play only once on one white parched
shell

she imagines a wire to reach her fixed
point against novice chance chalk
now

with care we invent the bones as we go
one turn the last of what spit may mark
fair

Out hot executioners
ribbons in our wake
sensibility thru the vents
A paper doll cuts the clouds

Patience
She says
Allow her one paramount chance
to steal your heart for this dance

O. Pool raw island or line vineyards
action stripping the shifts in throat lobes

co operative fraction guillotine manual or
glandular matchstick subtracting certain

matching breeds already beneath accidental
mathematics in estrus clothed by fractions

                                        II

Aural syringe laughing lineage captured
glass cultures Where I feel revered by newborn

lands of guilded dementia children from vapor
quartering off portions of soft cornered rockets

off soft dabs of round cornered minaret orders
I fire the buoyant mind with fractioned black butter

                                       III

The hum of fans
the gunboats dealing broadsides
raw meat and bound feet
moon is withered grape
flys gnaw thru our cellophane
intent to devour our brain
The mythical hiss of salted throats
dissolving like fermented aphids
milk amidst the purr of confused
****** onlookers

The Princess of our burlesque
appears with her sun red triplets
Three clairvoyants asleep in their
eggshell bed each with three eyes
one just within the foreheads

I sink sleeping
in the worst place
All the cameras
have instant action

The gunshots
are a weary book
what can't boil
is a dead hour

You bind coincidental
cramps with piety
killed before the tower
at the Exclusive